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Part viii
Birds of prey
huntress
Helena peered down at her belly involuntarily, feeling the sharp, blinding, stabbing pain inside her. It was the same pain that now tore at her sternum, her shoulders, and both her pert and shapely breasts. Wracked with suffering she raised her hollowed eyes to look at what was happening in the torture chamber.
Cassandra arched her back, involuntarily impaling herself further as Huntress watched and fully shared her suffering through the neural link.
‘AH HUH…AH HUH!!!’
Both their breathing was loud, fast and ragged. The man in the room moved the stomach needle. He moved it inside her, tunnelling through her belly, ripping his way though her insides as Helena could not hold back a loud groan of misery. She hung like a piece of meat in front of the scribbling Dr Moon with her clenched teeth shining whitely between her drawn back lips...eyes firmly closed...breathing in short pants. She had felt every one of the metal points piercing her flesh as the blonde Amazon had been tortured, the disgust and awful pain as they mauled and mutilated her perfect body, trying to make her talk.
She had seen one of the men pick up another skewer...and him placing it against the librarians left breast and feeling the pressure in her own teat. The blondes face had twisted in anguish as she looked at it in revulsion, but she hadn’t offered one plea for mercy as he had pushed its tip against the underside of the left half of her tit...slowly denting the resilient flesh inwards...slowly increasing the pressure....until, finally the taut skin burst.
Helena had screamed then as the spike sank in about half an inch...and the man began to slowly push the skewer in deeper...twisting it around at the process just like he was doing with the metal in Cassandra’s gut now. The black haired heroine had felt the skewer destroy her female flesh, nerve-endings and glances millimetre by millimetre...as the sharp, big needle was slowly, yet relentlessly pushed deeper and deeper until finally, the sharp point was poking against the upper side of her breast...and lastly breaking up the skin and pushing outwards. Stabbing, white-flashing pain, she could hardly endure.
‘This may be a good time to talk, wouldn’t you think?’ the said , grinning viciously into the tall blonde woman’s sweat-soaked face. Helena could smell his rank breath, feel the shame of having him hover like a carrion bird over her naked, bleeding flesh.
‘What do you think, Huntress?’ Moon asked in the adjoining room. ‘Should she not end her ordeal now, rather than surrender later and make you both suffer needless agony.’ He was fascinated by this woman’s stubborn refusal to succumb to pain. He knew that females naturally possessed a higher threshold for physical discomfort than males, but now he was actually beginning to suspect this might impede on their intelligence.
‘You know… she won’t…’ Helena moaned. In her semi-hanging position, her breasts were tugged by gravity, and even that gentle pressure was enough to make the pain of the piercings and the burns almost unbearable. She wet her dry lips with her tongue, feeling dehydrated. ‘Even if she has…has what you want…never talk…’
‘You may be right, but I doubt it,’ Moon said. ‘The myth of being able to endure infinite torture without breaking is simply that…a myth. Given enough time the only thing that prevents a subject from being broken is death, and I assure you that will not happen here.’
‘Of course,’ Moon went on, ‘just because the Amazon does not wish to save herself does not mean you have to share any more of her pain. You have only to answer some simple questions and your part of this business can end immediately.’
Helena again raised her sunken eyes to the window. She could feel Cassandra’s almost manic desire for the pain to stop. Helena didn’t know how much agony the blonde was willing to endure but she found herself almost wishing she would break, just so she herself could have some respite.
‘What…what questions…,’ she panted. She told herself that the inquiry was just to get more intelligence on what these depraved lunatics were up to.
Moon smiled slightly, feeling the chink in his targets armour. ‘Tell me why you and the Black Canary have such an intimate relationship with Barbara Gordon.’
Helena kept her face deadpan behind her sweeping black mask, and then managed to force herself to laugh weakly in her bonds. ‘You want info on Jim Gordon’s little girl…just Google her, moron!’
Moon wasn’t surprised. He didn’t expect this one to break yet, but he had found a crack. It was only a matter of time. Outwardly he simply sighed and ran his fingers through his slick black hair. ‘Very will, Ms Huntress, we will try another avenue.’ He reached into a pocket and held up and object for Helena to look at. ‘You recognize this of course.’
Huntress looked at the gold cross in Moon’s hand; normally it would be hanging around her neck as part of her costume. ‘That’s mine,’ she said, her voice adopting a steely tone.
‘Yes, it is. It says much about you – for example, do you think you are a good person, Huntress? Do you think you will go to heaven?’ Helena did not answer, just hung breathing deep laboured breathes, swallowing softly. Moon seemed pleased. ‘Are you afraid you are going to go to hell, pretty little superhero? Do you think about it more after you have beaten men senseless, or when you have slept with other women’s partners?’
Huntress lurched against her bonds, her naked body trembling with cold anger. Her eyes blazed as she stared down at Moon. ‘Fuck you!’ she snarled, twisting her hands to try and get free.
‘No,’ Moon replied. ‘Your harlots body has no interest in me carnally. And I will answer your question, Huntress.’ He smiled wide and stepped forward, looking up at the nude and spread-eagled beauty. ‘You are going to hell – and I am you travel agent.’ He nodded to the window, and unwillingly Helena turned to look.
Another woman in chains was being manhandled into the torture chamber. Like Cassandra, she was nude save for a few almost useless scraps of material clinging to her tapered body, but instead of golden blonde hair the mane spilling about her shoulders and down her broad back was of deep chestnut brown. As she was hauled in by four struggling mercenaries. At the sight of her, Cassandra gave a heart-rending cry.
‘Mnemosyn!’
Anguish clouded Helena’s face as the neural link communicated the depth of feeling behind that single word. Moon leered at her. ‘I believe these two Amazons have a…relationship. I think we will see how strong it is.’
Cassandra watched in horror as Mnemosyn was dragged into the room between the two men, her tattered rags barley concealing the curves of her lovely body. With the bruises and her face grimed, she had obviously put up a brave but futile resistance, as befitted one who had once competed in the Wonder Woman tournament.
Helena, too, could only watch, but she was also bombarded by the feeling through the link of Cassandra’s mounting fear, knowing what these men were capable of. They hauled Syn (Helena heard the pet name clearly in her mind) over to a table near the other wall of the room. While three of the men grunted and held her steady the fourth roughly tore the last of her clothes off, then all four heaving the shackled and struggling Amazon up and slamming her down on the metal surface naked so that Cass could see her beloved fully.
Beloved! The word hummed in Helena’s mind, and her stomach churned with sick anger. They were going to torture these woman in front of each, defile their feelings of love and tenderness by making them watch each other suffer. ‘You sick son of a bitch!’ she spat at Moon, as she pulled and wrenched useless at the bands spreading her arms and legs.
‘Cassandra,’ Syn yelled, her face full of concern and anger. She saw the burns on her skin, the skewers imbedded in the soft vibrant flesh of her lover. ‘You bastards - what have you done to her??!!’
Again, Huntress desperately hoped that she could send some of her strength into Cassandra, yet the link only functioned one way. She could feel Cassandra's flood of shame at another Amazon seeing her so defiled, but so much worse as it was her partner. Cassandra would have died rather than be seen so helpless, so vulnerable and abused. For the first time Helena truly understood the horror Dinah must have experienced when Green Arrow had had to rescue her from her own torturers.
‘Now bitch,’ the leader said to Cassandra, ‘maybe you'll want to talk more freely if we entertain your special friend here for a while.’
Syn squirmed in the men’s grip. It took all of them to keep her down on the metal slab. ‘Tell them nothing!’ she yelled defiantly, even as they dragged her arms around above her and cuffed them to metal bands near her head.
‘Let your friend make up her own mind, slut!’ the leader said to Syn, as she was cuffed down on the table. ‘You just be quiet, unless you feel the need to scream in pain!’ Syn spat at him in fury, kicking out even as they grabbed her long legs and hauled them down to other shackles near the bottom edge of the table. The distance wasn’t long enough for the Amazon legs to stretch out, so she was forced to bend them at the knees, her thighs spread. Two of the invaders pulled out leather straps attached to metal cords at the side of the table and whipped them around the brown haired beauties knees, cinching them tight and taking up the slack on the cords so that Syn was made to lie with her legs apart and her trimmed pubis exposed and open.
Helena watched appalled the scene unfolded. At the same time she felt Cassandra´s dread rising inside the pit of her stomach, as she watched her lover being immobilized. ‘Enough,’ she whispered; ‘neither of them will tell you anything.’ She glared at Moon. ‘This cruelty serves no purpose.’
‘I think the men in the room would disagree,’ Moon commented casually.
Fixed to the table, the men came to stand around the enraged Syn. ‘This one is feisty,’ one said, even for these bitches. ‘I think she’s upset we’ve been playing with her girlfriend without her.’
‘Is that right slut,’ asked another, ‘do you want some attention too?’
Syn glared at them furiously but remained silent.
‘Well, maybe you’d just like to watch while we go back to your cunt-licking lover over there,’ he snarled.
Syn twisted and hissed, ‘Leave her alone!’
The man reached out and stroked her long brown hair, as she tired to pull away. He grabbed her tresses and yanked her head back to stare up at him. ‘Sure bitch – we’ll let your friend rest while we play with you - okay?’
The Amazon was quiet for a moment and then leaned towards him. ‘Do your worst!’ Syn sneered. Helena felt Cassadra's shame and fear, knowing Syn was only goading them to hurt her to spare her Amazon sister further torture.
‘I ‘d be careful with that demand, slut!’ the man yanking at her hair said. ‘You can´t possibly imagine what our "worst" can be!’
‘Save your threats for the weak women of your own world,’ Syn said, diligently keeping her eyes from travelling to where Cassandra lay helpless. Helena experienced a surge or admiration in the Amazon’s courage, even as she dreaded what would follow.
The leader who had been conducting Cassandra’s torture nodded approvingly. ‘Let’s start simple,’ he murmured. The man holding Mnemosyn’s hair snapped his fingers, and one of his friends reached to the operating table nearby and picked up a pair of metal pliers, the long jays lined with serrated teeth. The leader looked over at Cassandra as the others leered at the spread-eagled Syn’s quivering breasts. ‘You feel free to jump in with the info about those computer codes anytime you’re ready,’ he smiled.
Syn swallowed, eyes glued to the pliers, yet her voice was steady as she spoke loudly enough for Cassandra to hear. ‘Don’t.’
The men giggled and the one with the pliers inspected the brunettes long naked body, finally letting his eyes rest on her smooth belly. ‘Your friend seemed to enjoy this part being teased – let’s see how you like it,’ he chuckled.
Reaching down and he used the pliers and began pinching her smooth toned abdomen, pulling up a fold of flesh. His hand was straining as he worked hard against Syn’s muscular warrior physique. Syn hissed and clenched her teeth as she felt her flesh distorted and crushed by the pliers...but no other sound escaped her.
The man twisted the jaws and a drop of red blood formed around the crushing metal points. When he let go the flesh was bruised and bloodied, but he immediately grabbed a fresh fold next of bronze skin next to her navel and attached the pincers. Squeezing hard, the pliers made a soft wet sound as they crushed the female skin mercilessly. Syn cringed in pain and felt a cold surge of helplessness wash over her. She struggled at the merciless bonds keeping her arms and legs down and presenting her body and her belly for this ordeal, utterly defenceless. The merc was actually grunting with the effort to squeeze and crush her tight, well-muscled flesh.
‘Not a man used…to hard work…are you?!’ Syn whispered through clenched teeth.
In the observation room, Helena suddenly grunted in pain herself as she felt as if her skin over her stomach being torn and crushed. She looked down in shock as Moon turned back to her.
‘Thought you’d like to tune in on her friend as well,’ Moon said. ‘I wouldn’t want you missing anything.’
Helena glared as the man in the room snarled and used his left fist to punch the brunette Amazon in the belly. The woman was holding her abs rock hard to resist the blow, but winced as he pummelled the wicked bruises beginning to mark her skin, the deep purple patches streaked with oozing blood. Despite the pain Helena knew she felt, Syn smiled up at him. ‘Tell me that wasn’t your good arm.’ she scoffed.
The men in the torture cell guffawed. ‘Well, there are some spots on you considerably softer than that!’ the man said with menace in his voice.
‘Bitch has got balls,’ the leader said in grudging admiration.
‘It’s the big balls on her chest I’m interested in,’ pliers-man said, reaching up and grabbing one of Syn’s breasts tightly. ‘You like having your blonde slut over there lick these,
I’ll bet,’ he said, leaning over her. ‘Let’s find out how sensitive they are, dike.’
Cassandra moaned, calling out across the room. ‘She doesn’t know anything!’
‘Then you’d better tell us yourself,’ came back the sneering reply, as the pincers moved towards the trapped sphere of skin.
Helena braced herself, feeling Cassandra’s sick fear as her own, along with Mnemosyn’s trembling resolve. The duality of her sensations, feeling both women’s pain and anguish at the same time, was a gruelling ordeal. Thanks to the neural link she could feel it as the steel closed around the side of her own fullsome tit, then began to grip tighter…tighter. She parted her pink lips and moaned softly as discomfort turned to pain, then to greater pain. She pressed her lips tight as she heard Syn give a small hissing sound of suffering as the pain went on and on. After what seemed like forever the pliers released, then moved and reattached. Pinching again, biting hard, grinding the soft flesh. The torturer was seemingly intent on crushing the mammal meat between the steel teeth to pulp.
Huntress gave long sobs of pain as this new torture combined with the feeling of having metal rods stabbed through her tits, shaking her head to try and deny the hell of her reality. She hung weeping and sweating and sensing the courage that helped Syn endure this pain. She would keep them away from Cassandra as long as she could, no matter what they did to her. The selfless love Mnemosyn felt gave Helena a courage she knew Moon had not counted on, even as her mind was filled with pain tearing at her lush breasts. The Gotham crime-fighter felt the pliers twisting, tearing, threatening to pull the supple meat of Syn’s breasts apart. She screamed and pushed backwards from the floor below her, as if she could distance herself from the women’s agony. The very cruelty of the attack almost mind-numbing. The pliers dug and crushed and pulled and twisted at her breast relentlessly while she screamed for minutes that dragged by like hours, until with a thrill of anguish Syn and Helena both felt them cupping one of the moaning Amazon’s nipples.
All three victims heard the man in the room saying, ‘Let’s see if this gets her to make some noise.’
Syn had known this simply had to come. Yet as the moment arrived, Helena knew she felt a streak of panic rising inside her mind. The nipple, gods, the nipple. Huntress felt her own pink button throb in anticipation of the pain. You cruel, sadistic bastards! she yelled inside her mind. Cassandra was pulling at her bonds, struggling despite the ripping agony of the skewers as her effort made them cut her more. Her bravery meant more anguish for Helena’s spasming body as she was force to feel the pain of both women.
‘No!’ Mnemosyn screamed. ‘No! Tell them...nothing!’ she commanded, jaw tight and pain marking her lovely face. Cassandra watched in utter terror as the metal jaws closed slowly, slowly. Helena was feeling both women’s terror hammering at her even as her pink tit bud throbbed wildly, phantom pain starting to rise at the crest of her mammary.
Moon examined the readouts for Huntresses physical state, the activity in her nervous system and the pain-interpreting parts of her brain almost off the scale. Most other women would have had a seizure already from such prolonged, intense suffering, but the woman screaming above him was young and in near perfect physical condition. Still, Moon knew that the mind was the true target of the professional interrogator. The will to resist would give out long before the body of the most obstinate subject.
‘They are going to suffer, Huntress. You cannot prevent it. But does it not seem unfair that you must feel both their tortures, when a simple answer will leave these foolish women to their fate and grant you release?’
Helena tried not to listen to the pitiless logic of the words; her body screamed at her to find a way to escape this nightmare, to do anything to end the pain. Barbara would know she did her best to hold out – when they knew what she had endured, the awfulness of feeling agony so great no single woman’s body could sustain it, they would forgive her.
‘Your friends cannot help you now, little superhero,’ she heard Moon saying. She screamed again as she felt her breasts crushed and bleeding and burned, her stomach torn and scorched. She prayed for it to stop. ‘Did you really think you were able to play this dangerous game without consequences.?’
Moon was looking up the young woman’s body strung above him. Huntress’ black hair clung wetly to her head and her entire form was literally soaked in perspiration. It dripped from her legs and arms and breasts to form a stain on the floor under her. The readings on his palm computer indicated to the Asian torturer that the subject was getting dangerously close to either a cardiac arrest or an embolism.
With practiced gentleness, the doctor reached up and stroked his victims booted leg. She gave a pitiful sob. ‘Tell me about the Gordon girl,’ he said, his voice soft.
‘Oh please…’ Helena whimpered. Her voice rose in pitch as she heaved again, becoming shrill. ‘Please make it stop!’
‘You can stop it, my dear. Just tell me what you know. Stop doing this to yourself.’ Moon noticed a trickle of blood coming from the woman’s nose. ‘Don’t let yourself die in this chamber. Give up the information. Save yourself.’
Huntress lifted her head, body rigid. Her shoulder and hips trembled at the verge of dislocating and she shook violently as she howled inhumanly. ‘I CAN’T!!!!’ she shrieked.
And then in the room beyond the pliers closed around Syn’s proudly strutting tit bud and the brunette Amazon groaned in pain...then started to scream as the man put all his strength in the crushing of her nipple.
Like Huntress, Syn could no longer hold the pain in. Even for an Amazon there was a limit to what could be suppressed. She screamed, her back arching as she instinctively tried to ease the pull on her tit button, but the man moved the pliers, keeping the hurtful pull relentless. He ground the nubbin between the jaws, blood trickling down over Syn round boob, while Cassandra screamed for his to stop and Helena just screamed.
‘Let´s see, how long that tit can get,’ one of the other men watching the torture giggled. Pliers-man pulled back, dragging the tit with him. Syn trying to lift herself as she felt her breast flesh distorting as it tried to stretch, reaching its limit and then continuing painfully beyond. Helena felt the horrifying duality of the torture, as for Syn the strain was far beyond any endurance...her tit-tip felt like being ripped of her breast any second now...and the man pulled just a little farther...and just a little farther, still...smiling insanely down at her. She shook her head back and forth, her pain beyond screaming now, a hell that could not be expressed.
Helena’s eyes flew wide and she grit her teeth as she watched her own, perfectly shaped breast which looked totally normal....yet was filled with white-blinding pain from the pull on Syns tit, the blades and burns from Cassandra’s. She could feel the wet warmth of blood flowing down over her belly as her nipple bled - they were grinding the helpless tit to red meat, destroying it. The pain was so great, Helena felt Syn actually wishing for the tit to snap so this particular torture could not be prolonged any more, and in her mind Helena experienced the clamps on her own tits, tearing her nipples off as she watched and screamed and screamed.
‘AAAAIIEEEEEEEE! YEEEAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!’
Abruptly the man let Syn’s tit go, the boob snapping back into shape. The very act of release brought a moment of pain for the Amazon and the heroine, the relief turning to anguish as the other tit was cupped by greedy male hands.
‘Cassandra - be strong, my love!' Syn was yelling, sobbing! Both women about to relive the pain shouted out inside their mind, pleading silently for deliverance. ‘Oh goddess,’ both women heard the blonde moan, ‘Oh goddess Athena, save us…’
The pressure began again, Syn weeping now, eyes wet and angry. Tears were streaming down Cassandra’s face too, and Helena was tortured not only by the agony to her body but also the pain in each Amazon’s heart as her loved one was brutalised without mercy.
‘I love you,’ the Cassandra yelled. ‘I love you, Mnemosyn.’ The words were lost in Syn’s cry as the pain filled her fresh tit.
‘I love doing this!’ the leader said as he watched his follower crush Syn’s other tit-bud with the pliers.
The clamp twisted, dragging the imprisoned bud around a full half turn as more blood leaked out between the jaws. She bucked on the table. ‘You are SCUM!’ Syn shrieked.
‘Amazons...phhht!’ Pliers chuckled, as he increased the pressure. ‘Work a bit on their tits and pussy and they scream and whimper like women are supposed to do!’
‘You...FILTHY VERMIN...ARRRRR...STOP! STOP IT! STOOP....AAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!’
He worked the nipple with the pliers, twisting and tearing. Syn and Huntress were screaming continuously. ‘You think you can say stop to us, slut!’ the leader spat, while his friend went on twisting her nipple all the way around. Her mouth was so wide in scream Helena though her face would tear at the corners.
One of the men went over to Cassandra. Grabbing her head, he pulled it up by the long golden mane to get a better view of her sister/lover suffering.
‘AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!’
‘You want us to stop, cunt?’ the leader snapped at Cassandra. ‘Tell us the computer codes.’ Cassandra shook her head with her red eyes wet with tears, as the mercenary pushed the pliers deep into Syn’s breast, mauling the soft fatty tissue of the brown haired beauties womanly curves. Her scream was awful. ‘Tell us, or her pussy is next!’
‘They’re going to kill them both and take you to hell with them, if you don’t answer me, Moon told the suffering Helena. The lithe acrobat gibbered in pain and anguish. She knew it was true, and the women would die in agony.
And then she heard the blonde speaking, sobbing, wailing. Her voice was thick with despair. ‘I can’t…I CAN’T!!’
Helena wanted to talk. She wanted the pain to be over, would have done almost anything to make that happen. The agony wracking her six foot form was so terrible she felt her hear was about to explode, her brain ready to burn itself from within from having to process the agony in every part of her from her toes to her head. But Cassandra’s refusal to submit despite the burns and the knives torturing her, despite the anguish of seeing her lover mutilated, she wouldn’t give up. Helena felt ashamed, and humbled. She had though she was a hero, but now she saw what true heroism was.
All she could do was shake her head, as the tear spilled down her cheeks. Cassandra was sobbing wretchedly. The torturers were finished pulling and twisting and yanking at Syn’s tit, it seemed. The man let go of it and his gaze wandered down over Syn’s bruised belly towards her open, defenceless vagina. The neatly trimmed patch of brown fuzz left no hidden places, and her spread legs let the men see her soft pinkness peeking out from behind the outer petals.
On the torture table, the brunette gasped for air, weak from screaming. He turned to Cassandra. ‘You going to talk slut?’ he said, face full of passion. It was clear he did not care one way or the other.
Cassandra bashed her head against her own table, shaking with sobs. ‘You damned animals,’ she said, ‘you filthy, dirty spawn of Typhon!’
The leader turned back to Syn, who had recovered enough to look up at him. ‘Can’t say I understood all that fucking shit, but I guess that’s a no.’ His eyes roamed down the helpless Amazon beneath him to the sweet mound of her pussy. He smiled like a reptile. ‘Too bad for you, cunt, but no reason it has to be a total loss for the rest of us.’
He reached down and unzipped his body suit down as far as his crotch. His stiff wet cock sprang out immediately. Syn breathed faster, seeing it pointing straight at her sex.
Suspended behind the two-way glass Helena could feel the disgust in the Themyscrian woman’s mind, remembering the last time she had seen a man’s cock, just before he and his friends had raped her for hours. Huntress did not profess to be a leading authority on functional relationships with men, but at least she had some experience of warmth and tenderness in being intimate with a man. For Syn her only knowledge was the brutal thrusting of a savage, unwanted cock slamming in and out of her like she was a piece of meat to be used, and now it was happening again.
Mnemosyn turned away, refusing to watch his penis closing in on her slit. ‘You should feel honoured, slut. That we grant you one final piece of “decent” sex before you crush that pretty pussy of yours!’ He leered as his cock began pushing against her nether lips.
‘Please - leave her alone,’ Cassandra gasped, then moaned as one of the men near her rubbing her wounded tits. ‘How about you join in instead,’ he said, pulling out his own engorged cock and stepping up over the stabbed and burned blonde.
Helena viewed and felt this scene with nothing short of horror. Each woman’s physical pain her emotional anguish at being raped in front of her beloved; at being helpless to save the one she love best in the world from the ultimate defilement.
The leader was panting like a horny dog as he guided his dick into contact with Syn’s fuck lips, moving to position himself. His hands were on her spread knees and Syn cursed and spat at him, yanking frantically at her bonds. Even as she did, his friend reached down and squeezed a big firm tit on Cassandra and pushed himself between her tapered thighs.
Helena gasped at the vile sensation. She felt the invasion of her cunt twice while both sisters linked to her were penetrated. Each Amazon was feeling her pussy spread by the invading cock. The one man crushed Cassandra’s breast viciously as he forced his hard dick deep into her cunt, grunting with pleasure. He began rutting into her fuck-shaft like an animal, even as the lovely blonde’s scream prompted the leader pushing into Syn to grab up the pliers and use them on her long supple thighs to make her tremble in pain. The rapist’s steel hard dick drank in the motion of her firm body.
The last man, not going to be left out of the carnal crimes, came round near Syn’s head, pulling it back for her to see his own huge member as he worked it free of his uniform. ‘Make blondie there sing for us, man,’ he shouted out to his compatriot, and the criminal complied by putting his hands on the skewers imbedded in Cassandra’s firm breasts, twisting them in the steeply curving mounds so that the buxom lore-master shrieked in agony and the man in her cried out in pleasure. The mercenary raping Cassandra slowed down his rutting somewhat, giving himself the time to build up strength to ram his cock as hard into her velvety fuck-tube as hard as he could as he pulled the skewers again and the woman’s screams became almost deafening.
‘You suck me or the blonde cunt looses those big tits,’ the soldier next to Syn hissed, as the leader continued his deep lunges into her sex, panting in rapture. Syn glared contemptuously through tear filled brown eyes, but slowly opened her mouth as her head jerked softly with the rhythm of the cock fucking her.
The man over Cassandra leered at his rape-victim as he watched Syn taking the third guys dick into her mouth. ‘See,’ he grunted down at the gorgeous tall blonde, ‘your bitch doesn’t care who she uses her mouth on. Dirty lez sluts, the both of you. Unnn, yeah, at least, now you get fucked like your are supposed to!’ And with a powerful thrust he buried his member inside Cassandra’s vagina and spat in her beautiful face.
Even as Helena grunted in her bonds and thrashed violently, Moon stood watching rapt as the defiant heroine endured TRIPLE rape. Her vital signs were spiking, blood pressure and neurological activity well above what a normal human body could withstand, and the scientific sadist knew even a body as finely maintained as Huntress’ would soon give out. ‘I’m afraid you are not going to last, my dear. But don’t worry – all my studies indicate that you are far more likely to be reduced to a vegetative state before your heart ruptures.’
Helena pulled herself up, screaming again. Her whole life was screaming now. Her whole world. She could feel the three phalluses inside her, pounding her and tearing her, tearing her whole body apart. She gagged, tasting cock that was not in her mouth but was in her mind. Convulsions wracked her, twisting and tearing her own muscles to add to the torment. Her spine bent back so hard the vertebrae were grinding together, as her nervous system tried to absorb the signals of agony and despair being beamed into her.
‘You will be a useless thing of flesh, trapped forever inside your own body with the eternal memory of this moment, this agony.’
Cocks. Rape. Pain. Blood sprayed from her mouth as Huntress screamed. ‘NO MORE, PLEASE!’
‘Who is Barbara Gordon,’ Moon demanded.
‘AAAEEEEAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE GOD, NO MORE!!’
‘WHO IS BARBARA GORDON? TELL ME!’ Moon barked.
Huntresses body twisted so violently Moon heard her right shoulder pop, the pain adding to the hellish torture already coursing through her body. Her head rolled on her shoulders as she shrieked and gibbered. Her tight breasts shook like globes of jelly as she hung, muscles bunched, cramping uncontrollably.
Helena was no longer conscious of anything but the pain and what would make it stop. Her cunt was aflame with the violent penetration of the two warrior women. She felt their hands on her body cut and burned and stabbed, felt their weight as they pushed in and out of her. ‘Barbara…AAARRRRRRGGHHHHH…NOOOO, oh fuck…BARBARA!!!’
Moon leaned forward, sensing victory. ‘Yes, child…tell me. Tell me now!’
In the torture room, the man atop Cassandra felt his cum building up in his balls. He grabbed both the heaving tits of the Amazons chest and pulled at them so she screamed, her body bucking to the blades inside her cut her more, hurt her worse. Her golden hair spilled over her face and she howled and he felt the sperm flowing through his dick and shooting up into the whores womb. ‘Yeessssssss, you fucking bitch! he hissed as the wad of semen desecrated the inside of her body.
Helena sobbed like a child, unable to stop the words spilling from her lips. ‘B-BARBARA, AAAAHHHHH!!! BARBARA IS…’
Across the room the leader also stiffened, his breath tight as he felt his dick throbbing , ready to unleash. He pumped his cock as fast as he could, ass clenched tight even as he brought the pliers down on the top of her cleft. The crushing steel clamped around Syn’s helpless clitoris.
‘Ooooooooohhhhhhmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaannnn!!!’
Syn shrieked, as she felt the pliers crushing her clit, her scream muffled around the cock pumping in and out of her throat. Only her iron, Amazon will prevented her retaliating by biting into the dick of the third rapist, knowing that her lover would suffer for it. The cum spilled over her lips and chin as he spurted his load, holding his cock deep in her throat so he was chocking on his orgasming fuck-rod. In a burst of passion the leader slammed the steel heads of the pliers together, smashing Mnemosyn’s clitoris in a spurt of red blood. The man fucking her mouth ripped his dick free and spattered her face with the last of his cum as the brunette screamed her head off.
‘GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!’
‘NO!’ Cassandra shrieked, ‘NOOOOOOOOOOO!’
And in the viewing room, Helena felt her world burst apart, her nervous system burning from within as it finally collapsed under the incoming stimulus. She rose up, every joint locked and muscle rock hard, howling at the ceiling as she felt the pain of having her clitoris brutally, mindlessly destroyed, and then suddenly slumped down in her bonds completely inert, body shutting down as her mind plunged into an abyss of infinite darkness.
Moon stared up in shock at the woman hanging above him, then looked at his pad, taking in the flat-lining vital signs. He had been so close!
Very slowly, the spectacled doctor turned his cold, angry eyes towards the mercenaries whooping and high-fiving beyond the pane glass window.
***
Also watching the scene, the two shadowy figures absorbed this sudden failure. The shorter of the pair particularly seemed extremely upset. ‘What the fuck was that!’ he spat out, swivelling to face his comrade.
His partner shrugged. ‘A certain amount of unpredictability is to be expected,’ he said simply.
‘We had her ready to give it all up, and then you spring that on me. Predictable unpredictability? Are you for real?!!!’
The taller figure was unperturbed. ‘Now there is an ironic comment,’ was all he said.
The two stared at each for a moment in front of the bank of viewing screens. ‘I thought,’ the smaller one said at last, ‘that we would have better control of the situation.’
‘If we had total control,’ his partner said carefully, ‘we would already have all the answers we seek. The nature of this invasion, our need to fly under the radar as it were, dictates that we must allow the subjects a certain amount of random happenstance. Unless,’ he added, ‘you wish to tackle the situation more directly.’
‘No,’ the other said after a pause. ‘You are correct. Forgive my frustration. I trust, though, that we are not going to let any such “random happenstance” derail our plans for the Amazon.’
The taller figure smiled, calling up the image of Wonder Woman still trapped in the rocky torture chamber with Neron and his demons. ‘Don’t worry,’ he smiled, ‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
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