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Diana
Diana
hung completely still in the special cage the Sangtee had devised for her. Her
immobility was not due to exhaustion – in fact, the deliberate effort to hold
herself motionless was draining in itself.
The cage
resembled the gyroscope machines that children enjoyed riding at amusement
parks – a set of rings set one within the other. Unlike those entertainment sources though,
this contraption had the spheres moving while the woman within was perfectly still,
her arms by her sides and her legs straight down beneath her. Diana stared straight ahead, the only
movement from her the blinking of her eyes and the very slight rise and fall of
her bare breasts.
The
other notable differences to earth-built gyroscopes were the dozens of fine red
lines of energy that moved and weaved as the rings twisted and spun, and the
fact that the woman imprisoned in that mesh of light was hovering two feet
above the rings surface without any part of her body providing support.
Diana
hung suspended in space using her gods-given power of flight, but only in
mockery of the freedom it usually filled her with. The Sangtee had explained carefully; the web
of red lights was capable of slicing the flesh from her bones, a claim she readily
believed when the General had demonstrated by passing rod of titanium alloy
thought the mesh as it rotated. It had been carved into eight segments before
the first piece hit the floor with a clang.
Diana
focussed on her breathing, forcing herself not to make any unnecessary
movement. Not since she had been
paralysed by the Joker, just after her first meeting with Artemis, had she felt
so frustrated by remaining still. Her
mental discipline afforded by her Amazon training would allow her t hold any
position for hours without moving, but now all she longed for was to be
smashing through ranks of the enemies that had enslaved her sisters and her
friends.
The
rings spun about with a soft hum, but Diana let her mind drift, un-distracted.
She sought escape from her captivity of the flesh in the halls of her mind,
thinking perhaps she might find a way out of this nightmare that had ensnared
them all. Unfortunately, this nightmare
was not so easily shaken off.
Try as
she might, Diana could not erase the sight and sound of Donna and Starfire suffering
in the torture chairs. The image and sounds of horror lingered in her ears and
danced in front of her eyes. To try to fight that inner turmoil, the Justice
Leaguer was being forced to call on discipline she had hoped never to have to
use again, ironically from the very time when she had last been a guest of the
Sangtee’s hospitality. Only this time, she was alone, without any friend to
help her.
She and
Tasha had been the only humans in the alien slave camp. For three months they had laboured in conditions
that could only be described as hellish – baking heat, dirt and grime
everywhere, barely enough food and water to sustain life, and day after day of
back breaking toil punctuated by random acts of cruelty by the guards. After two months of anguish, even Diana’s
hope had started to flag.
Diana
knew that the people who had heart the tale of her time as a Sangtee slave
believed that she had been the one that had sustained the Cosmonaut. Maybe even Tasha believed it, but Diana knew
better.
Lying in
the rags she had used for a bed, listening to the pathetic groans or weeping of
her fellow prisoners, Diana had felt her chest tight, the tears niggling at the
corners of her eyes as she thought of how she would never see her home again,
her friends from Patriarchs world. She
would die here in the mines and they would never know what became of her. It
was too horrible.
That is,
she would die in the mines if she were lucky.
When
they first arrived on the planet prison, Tasha and Diana had heard many stories
about the Sangtee. At first that was not
even the name they were told –they were informed their captors were called the
Kreel. Apparently they kept information
about themselves as tightly controlled as they did their slaves. But slowly Diana had pieced the puzzle
together, including their most horrifying secret.
How
could a race that was all one gender survive.
Cloning was an option, but did not seem the answer – neither Earth woman
saw any identical Sangtee. It was
possible their population base was large enough to prevent that, of course, but
it did not seem the answer. And yet
there were no Sangtee females. Another
explanation had been that they bred only at the transition times, when they
gradually changed genders. But this
happened once every century. Again,
unlikely.
The real
answer was simple and horrible. The
Sangtee perpetuated their race through organized rape.
Not just
common sexual violation though. For
Sangtee males the idea of being born from a females womb was repellent. As with everything in their culture, they
felt compelled to overwhelm and destroy the female. Even in reproduction.
Sangtee
biotechnology basically allowed them to deposit seed within a female victim
which would develop into Sangtee young.
The seeds were fully fertilized at the time of implantation. In order to grow, the DNA of the Sangtee
overwrote that of the host, essentially transforming the victim into a Sangtee
infant male. The process required a
great deal of bio-mass be transformed into energy, so only the most physically
powerful women were used for breeding.
Should they not escaped, Diana and Tasha would certainly qualify. In short, they would literally have been raped
to death, violated over and over until successfully impregnated and absorbed by
the Sangtee implantation.
So Diana
had lain there desperately hoping that she could find an escape to the
monstrous horror not only for herself but all the women suffering with them.
Tasha had rolled over, seeking comfort against the cold as they often did – the
rags they slept in providing no warmth.
Instead they warmed each other, snuggled together. Tasha was shorter and Diana would often roll
her gently to the side, cradling her and placing the Russians back to the stone
wall as she used her own frame to provide shelter from the night cold. Diana
had thought the red-head asleep until suddenly a hand with broken nails and
gently fingers had reached up and touched her cheek where a tear was moving
softly downwards.
Her eyes
had flickered down and seen Tasha looking up at her. There had been no expectation in her ice blue
eyes, no longing. Just acceptance and the offer of comfort.
Diana
had spent her whole life before becoming Wonder Woman in a society totally
without men. She had often seen her sisters
express their tender affections for each other.
But she had never kissed another woman until that night.
Lips
meeting, the tentative probing of uncertain desire, and then the rising fire of
something that could no longer be held in check. Bodies easing together as mouths opened to
wet pleasure, two sweet tongues caressing each other. Diana had strength and
stamina but in this arena she yielded to Tasha, who clearly had greater
experience. The Russian’s hands moved deftly over her taller companions form,
seeking the straps and ties of their filthy tunics, and Diana had let herself
be guided by the other woman’s lead until they had shed their vestiges of
modesty and lay naked and unashamed in each others arms.
They had
made love three times that first night, stifling each other cries with pressing
lips or by burying each other faces against trembling breasts or the warm moist
clefts of their beings. Sometimes Diana would take the lead, her unmatched
physical power taking Tasha hungrily, wantonly. Sometime she would submit to
the Cosmonauts caressing hands or flickering tongue, surrendering in a way that
only one who was truly confident and trusting could.
By day,
Diana would watch the guards, formulate and discard plans, observe every detail
for the weakness in the Sangtee’s armour.
By night she would find a place for them away from the watchful eyes of
the purple aliens and the two of them would huddle together. They did not always come together sexually,
but more often than not, they did. They
did not share words of love – the need that bound them together created a bond
beyond any romantic mumblings.
When
eventually escaped and returned to Earth politics and life had conspired to
keep them apart, but also both women understood that the bond they had shared,
though unbreakable, was one that could not be continued. Tasha had her life, Diana had hers. It was that simple.
Only
now, Diana’s life had once again dragged Tasha into terrible danger, and Mishka
with her.
The cell
door opened ponderously. Despite having
hundreds of hostages to keep her in line, her captors were taking no
chances. The door to the cell would have
taken a full 30 seconds for Diana to
break through.
The
Sangtee entered, but this time they were not alone. Vandal Savage was with them, smiling his
aristocratic smile, dressed in his fine black
Italian suit and cloak as if he were entertaining foreign dignitaries
instead of unrepentant sadists. Birds of
a feather, Diana though darkly.
‘Princess,’
Savage said, bowing. ‘You seem to be
holding up well. Our guests from space
and I were just debating how long it will take to break you. They seem to think it will happen quite
quickly, but one of the benefits of immortality is that it allows a man to take
the longer view.’
‘You’ll
both be disappointed, I think,’ Diana said stoically.
‘You
see, Princess,’ Savage said, twirling his fastidiously groomed beard
thoughtfully, ‘that’s one of the things
I admire about you – you never fail to have a decent riposte. Some of your ilk are so pedestrian in their
banter. That, and your breasts.’ Savage
continued to play with the black hair in his chin as he eyed her chest
admiringly, noting the erect nipples. Diana
might outwardly compose herself suspended nude in front of them, but even she
could not entirely control her body’s responses. ‘How are yours, by the way? The General and His Excellency said there
might be some residual tingling from the neural whip.’
Diana
cocked her eyebrow as the laser grid moved.
‘Put your hand in here and feel for yourself,’ she replied.
Savage
laughed. ‘And again. Wonderful.
I could truly continue this exchange all day, Princess, but I’m afraid
our lavender friends have a barbs of a rather different sort in mind.’
The
Sangtee nobleman nodded and pressed a button on his arm greave. Almost immediately a section of the floor ten
feet square slid away and into the black space created, a platform arose.
The
device was polished metal, flat except for the manacles and saddle like seats
made of the same metal as the smooth gleaming surface. Bound by cuffs to each of the seats were
female figures that Diana found all too familiar – Tasha and her daughter!
Diana
stared at the revealed apparatus furiously.
Both red-haired women were still nude, held onto the curving saddles
with their legs spread immodestly wide.
Tasha was on a seat near the middle of the square, leaning back with her
legs bent before her as is she were on a deckchair on the beach instead of an alien
torture machine. Her arms were pulled
back in the same way they had been when she and Mishka had been shackled to the
heating pole. Mishka was facing her
mother on the second seat, but unlike their earlier bondage this time she was
elevated, her saddle set on a pole about three feet above the metal plate so
that her legs were stretched almost straight, with her hands cuffed together
behind her back. Her breasts were full young cones that quivered with fear as
she looked about her, and Diana could see that she did indeed have a piercing in
her navel, adorned with a small bright white gem. Not only that, Diana could see that the pole
to which she had been bound last time had concealed a stylish tattoo of a
winged rose upon her lower belly, almost where her groin met her leg and just
above the level of her almost hairless mons.
That cleft space was still red from the scorching heat of the torture
pole, as was her mothers.
Both
women were gagged with metal bits in their teeth and secured by straps behind
their heads. Mishka simply looked terrified,
but Tasha looked up at Diana first in surprise and hope, and then a split
second later with the sickening knowledge that her Amazon companion was as
helpless as she was. ‘Duarna,’ she gurgled around the bit, and despite the
terrible danger to herself and her daughter the Wonder Woman saw the desperate
fear for her friend in the cosmonaut’s blue eyes. She groaned, Tasha’s selfless
concern only making her captivity more unbearable.
As Diana
watched, a pair of metal arms unfolded from the ceiling and descended towards
each naked captive. There seemed to be something wiggling at the end of each arm
where it ended in a needle-point as it moved down over each woman’s spread
legs, aiming for the sweet space in between. Tasha watched in fearful silence,
but her daughter was already sobbing, her longer red hair whipping about as she
tried hopelessly to wriggle free.
Tense
with anger and dread, the princess watched as the needles probed slowly forward
to within inches of each woman’s pouting labia; then closer, finally easing
inside as Tasha groaned and Mishka sobbed pathetically, frantic with terror.
The metal invaders held there for a moment, then withdrew, rising smoothly back
up into the ceiling.
'Now
Princess,' said the Sangtee noble, ‘each of your slut companions has been gives
a special present - one their weak female bodies are ill equipped to deal with,
I fear. You must remove it for them to survive.’
And
then, to her complete shock, Diana saw the beams of energy making her cage
flicker off. She was free, and the men torturing her and her friends stood only
fifteen feet away!
A surge
of rage and hatred erupted inside.
Before she was even aware herself of what has happening she was moving,
eyes fixed on her goal. Savage merely smiled like a demon, totally without
fear, even as the two Sangtee seemed to shift with the slightest sign of
unease, standing in front of the unrestrained Amazon as she was fuelled with
rage.
Like a
missile Diana hurtled across the room, murder in her liquid blue eyes, only to
come to a crashing halt in a flare of painful energy. Blue fire engulfed her briefly in an
agonizing halo, then she was thrown back between the other prisoners, gasping for air.
‘Force
field,’ Savage said, not bothering to
hide the gloating in his voice. 'Do be careful, Wonder Woman.' Diana cursed but refrained from clutching and
soothing her pain-throbbing breasts, having caught the worst of the energy
field’s impact on her body. Instead, she
rose and remained standing there, arms at her side, breathing heavily.
Tasha
watched her friend recovering from the painful shock, but then her attention,
and Diana’s too, were suddenly dragged to the teenaged Mishka. Before her
mother’s eyes the young girl was weeping and groaning as if in pain, her belly
and pelvis undulating. Tasha, her voice muffled by her gag, watched her
daughter suffer. But even as began to fight to free herself she also started to
moan as something began happening between her long legs, the muscles twitching
spasmodically.
Diana’s
head turned from one woman to the other as the pair began to writhe in the
saddles provided, the effect of the spread legs lending the scene a lewd, perversely
erotic quality. Both finely built females were literally grinding their asses
on the saddles, their thigh-tendons spasming.
“What
are you doing to them!” Diana demanded.
‘We;
nothing,’ Savage smiled, ‘but perhaps your would like to check on their other
little visitors.’
Diana
rushed to Tasha's side, cradling her head. Speaking words of comfort in the red-heads’
native Russian she gazed in sorrow at the Russian's face, the strong but lovely
features twisted with pain as she tried to focus on the Amazon. The heroine
could feel Tasha’s body convulsing, the spasms seeming to radiate from her
spread thighs. Meanwhile, a few feet away Mishka was writhing in her bonds like
a worm on the hook, her young, taut breasts swollen and her nipples standing up
hard and erect. Tears ran down the face of mother and daughter as their firm
bodies began to gleam in the lights.
With
loathing Diana forced herself to look down, her fingers probing gently between
the older captives nether lips, spreading them as Tasha groaned louder in pain.
‘Be strong, Tasha,’ Diana whispered, easing the crease of womanly flesh apart,
revealing what she sought.
At the
upper fold of the woman’ pinkness, attached to the very hood of Tasha's clitoris
was a small five armed creature, like a purple starfish with a single black eye
that stared up at the black haired Amazon princess. A sight she knew all too well.
‘You
remember Starro,’ Savage said.
Diana
looked down at the vilely pulsating creature using its five arms to grip the
delicate nub of flesh amid the soft folds of Tahsa’s womanliness. Despite its similarity to the innocuous
starfish of Earth’s oceans, this alien was anything but harmless. A being of vast intelligence and a seemingly
unlimited lust for power, the would be conqueror sought control of entire
worlds by taking over the minds of its victims through direct physical contact,
attaching itself to their face and thereafter directing them as will-less
automatons enslave to the thoughts of Starro’s primary body. Several times the
creature had tried to invade Earth, proving its powers of mental domination
were strong enough to overwhelm even the planet’s mightiest heroes, Diana
included. In the past, she and the other
members of the Justice League had defeated the alien’s plots by the narrowest
of margins.
‘These
are only infant versions of course,’ Savage went on, ‘and lack the control of
the central intelligence, but our Sangtee friends who procured them have
adapted them to suit our purpose. Currently they are accessing the nervous
system your friend and her daughter, hyper-stimulating it.’
As
Savage spoke, Tasha heaved and Diana felt her friends’ whole abdomen go rigid
as the muscles spasmed again. The flesh around her pussy tightened like skin
across a drum. She watched, in powerless fury, sick to her stomach at the sight
of her former lover’s seizures. Opposite on the higher saddle Mishka gave a
gargled scream that send drool running down her chin. Both women twisted in a rictus of pain, their
lower bodies twitching and jerking as if they were trying to expel the alien
from them.
‘Stop
it!’ Diana grated over her shoulder, but Savage made no response. ‘STOP IT NOW!’
she commanded her captors. ‘You already know I will do as you ask – it is
pointless to hurt them further.
‘Unfortunately
we can’t,’ the Sangtee noble explained, clearly enjoying the sight of the
women’s pain. His eyes were bright with
pleasure as the two females gurgled piteously, their breasts bobbing as they
squirmed in their bondage. ‘But you can.’
Diana
reacted instincitively, reaching out and pinching the little horror between
finger and thumb. But even as she made
ready to rip it off her friends body, she paused. Her eyes flicked towards the three cowards
behind their force field.
‘Ah,
well done. You see gentlemen,’ said Savage, ‘she understands quickly –such
mundane methods will kill, not save, and painfully too.’
In this
underdeveloped state, the Starro aliens find it hard to keep control of the
victim if the subject receives too much outside
stimulation,' Savage explained, leering. ‘So, all you have to do is stimulate
the two ladies enough, and the creatures will detach and their pain will
end.’ Diana looked down at Tasha’s wet
cleft as another spasm made the lithe Cosmonaut arch back, shaking
uncontrollably while she gave a muffled ‘GGAAARRRRRRRRGGG!’ of agony. ‘Of
course, considering how much pain they’re in, you’d have to be pretty –
arousing.’ His face was alight with
malevolence as he drew out the last word.
Diana’s
own face actually paled at the statement. ‘You can´t expect me to...!" she
began. But she had no time to contemplate the horror of it as both women
screamed around in unison, their beautifully similar bodies performing a naked
dance of pain.
'And
you’d better hurry,' the Sangtee sighed, ‘It sounds like their frail female
nervous system will explode if left too much longer.’
Diana
closed her eyes in misery. Even now, the
level male cruelty was able to astonish and sicken her to her very core. She
tenderly, reluctantly, slid her hand towards Tasha´s pain-spasming pussy. But
even as she did so, the Russian shook her head furiously.
Diana cupped
her chin, having to hold it steady, the Russian mother was trembling so hard –
the pain she was enduring at the apex of her sexuality must have been horrific.
‘I must Tasha,’ she whispered, but as the other again moaned in refusal the
Princess followed the woman’s eyes to where her only daughter was thrashing in
pain. Head twisted back, the limber young dance student wriggled as if an
invisible rapist where riding her without mercy. Tasha nodded at her squirming
daughter imploringly, her eyes begging Diana without words.
Wonder Woman let a tear stain her cheek. Diana bent down, kissing her former lover on
the lips. ‘First Mishka,’ Diana
whispered in agreement, ‘but then you Tasha.’ The lovely victim wept in agony,
but managed to nod tightly.
Diana
rose with a dancers grace and moved between the teens legs. She did not look back at Tasha, or the men
beyond her who were watching with voyeuristic glee. She touched the girl’s legs, squeezing just
hard enough to induce the girl to drag her head around to face her. 'Mishka,
you must look at me' she said firmly.
The
young girl [so young] looked down in terror, her face red with weeping and
torment. The muscles of her lithe
dancers form were straining as if to burst. Her face twisted with a fresh surge
of agony exploding in her teenage cunt as she bit down on the metal bar lodged
across her mouth. ‘You must concentrate on me,’ Diana said, ‘focus on me and
what I am doing.’
Diana
slid her hands inwards to rest on Mishka's groin, cupping it and stroking it
gently. As she did she felt it convulse
again and the girl groaned in pain.
'You
must trust me - and the pain will end.'
Mishka's
eyes were wide with pure terror, but she caught the look of hope in her mother’s
eyes and she nodded while fresh tears rolled down her face. She cried out, her gag muffling her cries of
pain and pleads for mercy. ‘PPLLSSSS! MMMK UT SSTTPPP!!’
Diana
heard Tasha subbing uncontrollably and felt her own gentle heart ready to burst
with compassion, but she steadied herself and began rubbing gently over
Mishka´s labial lips. Fingers that could twist steel roamed with the softness
of butterflies wings. ‘I will,’ she promised, as her fingers moved inside,
feeling the horrible pressure as the teens twitching pussy clamped tight, trying to crush itself with its own frenzied
strength.
Diana
pushed, gently yet firmly, against the fleshy resistance, burying two fingers
inside Mishka´s quivering cunt lips. Slowly she commenced moving them back and
forth...then moving one fingertip over to try stroking her pain-throbbing clit.
At the
touch of Diana’s questing digit the girl howled like a damned soul, her back
arching. TheAmazon flinched at the
sound...how could she possibly counteract the pain when the brush of her finger
was wreaking havoc on the very spot she was meant to soothe?
Realising
she would have to be patient, she moved upwards on Mishka´s heaving
body...seizing her young, pert breasts in both her hands. While her own mighty
breasts all but filled the space between their bodies, Diana used her fingers
gently. With deft caresses she
stimulated Misha’s left nipple, while she bend her head and used her tongue
flickered around her right tit-tip. Feeling the tension ease in the girl
beneath her, she drew the stiff nipple between her lips and began sucking at
it...gently like a baby at her mothers bosom, using her tongue to flicker about
the round pink button.
Mishka
sobbed, her eyes travelling to her mother and seeing Tasha, watching it all as
her own body was slowly and painfully destroyed by the alien clamped to her sex
nub. Mishka was no virgin, not even in the sexuality between two women, but she
never dreamed in her worst nightmare that she would have her mother watching
her sexed under torture. The teenager felt Diana lean into her, the firm Amazon
tits pillowing against her flat belly as full red lips and glistening tongue
played over her breasts, making them swell with arousal. But then the pain hit
her again, and again, filling her pussy with fire and making her twist in
agony. Beneath Diana the Russian girl sinuously writhed, smashing her soft form
against the full breasts and exquisite body of the heroine.
Diana
pulled back - feeling Mishka losing whatever control she had left. If the girl
panicked now Diana would be there when her lover watched her daughter die in
screaming agony, and only one thing left for her to do to prevent it.
Resolved,
Diana tried to block out Tasha´s ever-more-frantic wails of pain from her mind,
while tending to Mishka. She knew that every second spent on the teen was being
paid for with her mothers’ anguish, and that already her proud reluctance had
caused the two to suffer. With no more
time to squander of her own sensibilities, and a sulphurous Greek curse, Diana
ducked her head, using her fingers to spread the teen’s pussy lips. Then
without hesitation, the Amazon clamped her mouth over the teens tortured cunt,
her tongue diving deep and rubbing over the stiff, starfish covered clit
.
The
contact with the Starro sending bolts of pain through her tongue into her mouth
cavity and into her brain. Diana
groaned, but kept the contact steady, swirling her tongue about the rim of the
encompassed sex-button, wiggling the tip around the flesh not completely
covered. The stimulation from the alien invader
had rendered Miska’s pussy slick with musky juices, and the scent and taste of
the girl washed over the gorgeous heroine. The pain from touching the Starro
made it feel like she was drinking boiling oil, yet she licked at the teens
clit with steely resolve. Mishka moaned, feeling the easing of her torment,
determined not to fail her friend, no matter what the suffering to herself.
The pain
was easing enough for her to think and girl’s arms pulled back. She angled her
head to take in the sight of the worlds most beautiful woman sucking at her
tender young twat, feeling the powerful tongue playing over her intimate
regions with intricate tenderness and forceful passion. Sexual arousal was fighting with sexual pain,
and Wonder Woman’s tongue was deft and sure, tickling the nub, teasing it,
pressing her warm deep into the pussy folds to massage the clit between the
soft pouting red lips. Diana made herself not think this was the teenage
daughter of one of her best friends, or of the three monsters watching it all
ten feet away. All that she focused on was to save a helpless human being from
pain and death...that was all that counted. Her pride, the pain making her jaws
ache and her head pound were nothing.
Mishka´s
breathing became steadier, yet heavier with each second, slow panting gasps as
Diana won the war of stimulation, determinedly bringing the tortured dancer further
into a moist well of ecstasy.
A few
feet away Tasha watched Diana’s tongue licking fervently at her daughter’s love
crest, the Amazons full lips sucking and playing with the lips of Miska’s
youthful quim. She could see her teenage
girl responding to Diana’s attentions with all the passion that she herself had
displayed on those cold nights in the slave camp, the young one jerking her
hips to get Diana to press her mouth harder against the soft cushions of skin
enclosing her pink pussy.
Sucking
and lapping at Mishka’s sweet sex, Diana let a little moan escape her won lips,
using the pain the Starro was funnelling into her to help the girl as the
vibration from her mouth tickled the fully erect button of nerves blanketed by
the invader. The girl was moving her
hips wantonly now, actually fucking Diana’s mouth while the three villains and
her mother watched. Her eyes were closed, lids fluttering as the gorgeous
Amazon used her fingers to gently push in and out of her soaking wet love
tunnel, pushing the dancer towards the throes of rapture that should release
her from her hell.
But even
as she felt Mishka nearing the moment of release, behind her, Diana could hear
Tasha wheezing, gasping her last. Her
suffering too great, the lovely Cosmonaut was at the edge of a horrific death
as her sexual nub flooded her body with unendurable suffering. Her body was
rigid with pain, her exhausted muscles still spasming in agony, forcing her to
twist and wrench her supple body like a puppet on the string of a demented
master.
Diana
had failed. Her pride had meant that she had taken too long, and now while
Tasha’s daughter was there as a witness the Amazon’s friend and lover would pay
the price.
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