Wonder Woman: Hell in Paradise (Part 2)

Part VI

 

Birds of Prey

 

Abruptly steel collars snapped around Black Canary’s and Huntress’ throats, pulling back their heads against the platforms they were bound to and almost choking them.  The cruel steel allowed them to breath laboriously, loud wheezing breathes that made their well developed chests go up and down with quick, jerking motions. Both their eyes opened wide in surprise, Helena stifling a curse.

 

Dinah was about to speak herself when without warning something like a needle stabbed out of the inside to the collar to pierce her larynx with a sharp pain.  She gasped…

 

…AND THE SOUND SHRILLED THORUGH THE ROOM, PIERCING ENOUGH TO MAKE HUNTRESS WINCE IN PAIN!

 

Dinah blinked in shock- somehow their captors had tapped into her canary cry.  The effect was obvious - her slightest utterance was now an uncontrolled weapon, capable of crippling her friend held bound facing her, or even worse.

 

As Helena stared at her blonde teammate, slowly shaking off the shook of the sonic scream, metal arms unfolded from the roof, each tipped with sharp blades.  They moved towards the two captive heroines, light glinting from the razor sharp edged as they angled into position.

 

Dirty bastards! Dinah thought, yet dared not even whisper those words.  Helena struggled again, recovering from the ultra-sonics just as a blade cut across her chest, tearing her costume over the tops of her breasts and leaving a thin red line where it had lacerated the top level of her skin.

 

Two feet away another blade cut across Dinah's midriff, exposing flesh as the tight black suit peeled back as it was rent cleanly.

 

Helena grimaced, and her dark eyes were full of contempt when she spoke. 'Is this how you plan to do this,’ she snarled to the walls and ceilings that hid their tormentors. 'Too gutless to even face two tied up women?'

 

There was no answer, but the blades went to work -  snick, snick, snick - mechanically shredding lycra and fishnet.

 

***

 

In the room with the video feed, Barbara watched in appalled horror as the blades methodically disrobed her friends.  Each cut and stroke of the razors left what she new must be a stinging cut on their smooth skin, and slowly the costumes began to peel away to reveal the athletic, incredibly sexy forms beneath.  These were bodies that Barbara knew many a man would kill to see, and now they could, while she was helpless to prevent it.  But even though the sight filled her with despair and horror, the crime-fighting beauty did not look away.  If she could do nothing to prevent this heinous act, she would at least honour her friends’ courage by being with them throughout, even if it was but as a helpless onlooker.

 

"You know I can’t hack into the Amazon computer! There is no point to this!" she seethed.

 

Both Helena and Dinah were now almost naked, mere shreds of their uniforms hanging from her bared limb, bellies and backs. Their quivering legs were still encompassed by their long boots, but it was a travesty of decency.  Knowing her own recent feelings of helplessness, Barbara could only imagine the personal hell Dinah was suffering as the machines stripped her – the memories of her past ordeal would be torture enough to break almost anyone, but Barbara knew Dinah was strong.  She just hoped – no, prayed – that she was strong enough.

 

“On the contrary,” the voice answered to her impassioned statement.  “It will at least be very entertaining.” A microphone and smaller screen appeared out of the wall in front of her. “Enter your voice commands whenever you feel inclined,” the voice smirked.

 

***

 

 In the room, the blades finally stopped their relentless progress. Both women's bodies were now nude except for their boots and a few clinging scraps and rags that concealed nothing.  Their skin was criss-crossed with fine red lines showing where the metal had kissed their white skin, and the muscles on their arms and legs were bunched involuntarily from having the potentially lethal knives carving at them.  Both were perspiring and their flat stomachs twitched as they released some of their tension.  With their costumes shredded, their captors could now get a full examination of their feminine forms, and truly, heroic was not to strong a word to describe the vista revealed. Their breasts and womanly clefts, so long a point of speculation, now lay exposed and deliciously vulnerable.

 

Dinah’s boobs were larger, pink tipped and full and nicely rounded, the globes of a woman in her late twenties that had only just begun to succumb to gravity but retained all of the delightful firmness of youth.  Helena’s were smaller and perkier, smooth luscious hemispheres with bigger, darker nipples, which like Dinah’s were stiffly erect as they felt the cool air brush over them.

 

Locked to their platforms the two super-heroes were avoiding looking at each other, trying to adjust to the monstrousness of what was being done to them.  The Huntresses body was lean and muscular, with an abdomen defined by the faint ridges of the incredible musculature beneath.  The Canary’s form was more athletic, with a bit more flesh to her curves but in no way less imposing, her upper arms a little better developed and her shorter legs a tad more powerfully set. Between her thighs Dinah’s cleft was a pink slit bearded by a light yellow fuzz, while her companions  female slit was a completely visible meeting of soft folds with a pencil thin line of black pubic hair highlighting it from above.

 

Dinah kept her mind calm, focussed.  She tried not to think of the last time villains had had her tied up and helpless and had stripped her naked.  Instead, she was trying to concentrate on the crisis and figuring out a way to help herself and her friends.

 

Helena could see the emotions behind Dinah's steely eyes - the helplessness, the anguish.  She had no way of knowing Oracle was watching this all unfold but, like Barbara, she knew this would be worse for Dinah, because it was happening again.

 

She glanced over at her friend, now as naked as she was.  Dinah was beautifully endowed, sexy and strong.  There was no doubt in Huntress’ mind this was more than interrogation for information – this was about having two ass-kicking gorgeous super-babes completely helpless. Well if they expected their captives to start begging any time soon, Helena was only too pleased to disappoint them. 'You creeps are going to be paying for those outfits,' she snarled to the walls, and Italian born lovely felt a small flush of victory as Dinah smiled, seeing her companion was unbowed.  The streetfighter nodded in mute approval – let these pervert know that they might be helpless for the moment but they were a long way from being slaves.

 

Again, there was no response to the taunt. But a hatch opened in the floor and both women heard something rising on a metal pole, something that, when it was finally high enough for them to see by straining their heads against the metal collar, made even Huntress blanch, and caused Dinah’s eyes to widen with disgust.

 

Paused between them three feet above the floor and level with their groins sat a double-headed phallus, worked in chrome metal, tiny reflections of the trapped heroines mirrored in its sleek silver curves.

 

***

 

Barbara shook her head in muted denial as she saw it, too. "You sick bastards!" she hissed, her control shaken.  This was beyond cruelty – this was obscene.

 

'You have no idea,’ answered the voice.

 

***

 

In the room Helena gasped, twisting slightly in revulsion. Dinah also looked at the obscenity with anger, but she had regained enough of her composure to respond.  Keeping her voice tightly controlled, she spoke in a whisper barely to be heard but amplified by her sonics to echo around the room with the volume of a cranked up car stereo. Just three little words.

 

'What, no lube?'

 

Helena looked at her as if the yellow haired heroine had lost her mind, then actually laughed softly.

 

***

 

Barbara cringed as she got a good look at the dildo. It was no laughing matter.  She knew no matter what, she could not let these fiends into the amazons systems, but the price...

 

Shaped in a V configuration atop the pole, both ends pointing up at the two females’ clefts were wide and thick; far thicker than the average penis. The extremeties were studded with blunt spikes, designed for maximal discomfort, and she did not doubt there was probably worse to come.

 

Suddenly the platforms moved, pushing the bound women towards each other, and towards the metal cocks.

 

***

 

Helena struggled again, hissing breaths coming from between her clenched teeth like an angry she-cat, but Dinah just steeled herself as they drew closer. The space between the two closed gradually, their positioning on the metal frames meaning their eyes were drawing level despite the difference in their heights, while below were two pairs of  breasts coming towards each other like twin peaks of flesh.

 

The frames kept moving, pushing the bound women together as Helena watched their ample chests curving towards each other, and then finally making contact. The stiff nipples cresting the two sets of wondrous mounds pushed into the opposite globes of pliant mammal flesh, pillowing the delectable tits gently against each other as the prisoners breathed.

 

Below their slender waists’ both women could feel the outthrust hardness of the dildo pushing at their unresponsive nether regions. The pressure threatened to violate their feminine temple as their pussy lips felt the push of the cock head, but they were spared that indignity for the moment as the machine stopped and the gears whined to silence.

 

The prisoners’ relief was short lived however. Once again, the metal arms descended, but this time the blades were gone, replaced with claws.  They dropped down on either side of the prisoners and then stretched languidly across between the legs of the women, reaching between their flat bellies for the pouting cleft between each heroines thighs. Sharp talons probed patiently, compensating for the tight jerking movements of the prisoners as they felt the mechanical probes hunting for the opening of their vagina’s and then grasped the sides of the cleft tightly, making Helena gasp, and Dinah wince in pain. Both women squirmed inwardly, feeling the soulless mechanical appendages touching their most sacred flesh

 

 Then with their cold steel claws secured on the lips of the women’s sexual organs, the machines started to pull, prying open the soft folds and opening each women’s carnal flower.

 

Dinah bit down on her full lip in order to fight down her urge to gasp, if not to scream. Inches away Helena was breathing fast, blinking as she felt herself being exposed in the most vulgar way possible. ‘Kinda...tickles, dont it,' she said in a tight voice. The black haired vigilante saw Dinah smiling in reply to her courage, then wincing afresh as her lips were pulled wider and wider, past the point of what was usual and into the realms of real discomfort.  Very soon both women were panting, making their four marvellous breast-globes rub at each other.  Sweat ran down between their gorgeous tits and pooled in their shared cleavage, and still the claws held their pussies and stretched wider, each of them feeling air wafting over their inner lips.  Discomfort was quickly being replaced by hurting as their labia’s were stretched to the point of skin tearing and their pink inner lips pouted completely exposed from between their legs.

 

Suddenly the merciless stretching stopped and the platforms moved forward again -  slowly, very slowly.  Two brave women felt the dildo touch their pink petals and the pole upon which the phallus was mounted moved to, rising up a little to start pushing the sex-tool inside them, penetrating them without respect or consent. Even with their labias’ stretched like this, their pussies protested at the sheer hugeness of both metal cocks as the bulbous head put a painful strain on their pussies.  The puckered softness of the inner gates was pushed callously aside by the dull spikes, the steel rape-tools stretching the entrances agonizingly wide open.

 

Helena closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the sense of nausea as she was thrust onto the phallic object.  She controlled her breathing, realizing that she could not resist the machine and forcing herself to loosen the muscles in her belly to allow the cylinder entry.  The mobster’s daughter was no stranger to sex but the monstrous metal intruder gradually being buried within her was beyond her experience, designed not only by its sheer size but also by the wicked spiked that ground at her softness to be an experience in pain, not pleasure. The hum of the platform pushing her onto the steel cock was broken by her sharp inhalation, she mechanism trembling slightly as the masked prisoner shuddered. Her hand was twitching at her sides as more and more of the abominable device disappeared into her fleshy cleft.

 

Less than a foot away Dinah had her eyes open, but looking to the side so she didn’t see her friends pain, which she could understand all to well as her own blonde quim was shoved inch by inch onto the gleaming shaft.  Denied even the luxury of giving voice to her ordeal the yellow haired beauty kept her full lips pressed tight, jaw set firmly as  she and Helena were both impaled.  The head was fully in her now, pushing into her sex-tunnel with a jerk as her dry, unprepared lips gave way. The Canary’s ample chest rose as the cock grated into their channels, each woman cunt-shafts slowly being forced to expand in order to accommodate the hideously proportioned invader raping its way towards their wombs.

 

Helena gave a long groan, still fighting to relax her pussy rather than have it torn apart.  She used every bit of her experience sexually to try and manipulate those muscles.  Her hips twisted and she moved a little, trying to make the process less painful as her and Dinah’s tits pillowed up against each other so that they bulged like sweet round balloons of womanly flesh pressed ever harder together.  Their lovely but taught faces came closer and closer, so that they could feel each others panting breaths and their features filled each other’s vision.

 

The pole eased upwards and dildos went higher and higher inside their bellies. Soon both winced and began to twist in their bonds, as both metal cocks began pushing against the deepest pit of their pussy.  Helena had used every trick she knew to make the pain less, yet the cold, ruthless efficiency of the metal intruder rendered the compliance of flesh and blood an impossible task.  For Dinah it was worse; not able to scream or even groan, she felt completely violated.  Helena’s firm young tits mashed against her own, and she could feel the heat of the brunette’s body as she perspired freely. Trying to focus on anything other than the metal rapist grinding its way into her womanhood, she allowed herself to wonder whether Huntress had ever had another woman sexually. Then wondering, at the next instant, if these thought processes just to distract her from the relentless pain or were the instinctive reaction of her mind to deal with this outrageous abuse of her body.

 

***

 

In her chair, Barbara watched with her hands gripping the arms of the chair as the dildo pushed deeper. You could tell heir vagina’s now genuinely hurting now, pain written clearly on both women’s faces. How far inside was it now – seven inches? Eight? The red head wept behind her glasses, knowing with that sort of penetration their cervix’ would be feeling the pressure, labial lips feeling they would tear as they were pushed back wider and wider, almost touching their inner thighs.

 

‘NNNNNNNNNNN…AAAAAAAA,’ gasped Huntress. Both began struggling to stay on their toes in a feeble attempt to ease the pressure on their wombs. Then the platform stopped.  The yellow and black-haired women stood panting, able to feel their tits push together as they breathed.

 

Then the dildo in Helena´s cunt began slide up, pushing up still further on an mechanism inside the cylinder while the one in Dinah´s snatch remained fully embedded but still.  Helena instinctively sucked in air, face blanching at the movement while Dinah stood blinking with concern.  Then her own forward into the channel of her pussy as Helena’s steel cock  eased back slowly to its starting position.

 

‘God, no,’ Barbara sobbed, closing her eyes.  Oh God, Dinah…Helena…please forgive me…

 

***

 

Feeling the monstrous thing inside her moving as it eased in again and unable to hold back any longer, Dinah let out a tiny gasp…,  'Aaa!'

 

The cry hit Helena full in the face, snapping her head back,  the force of Dinah´s sonic whimper almost breaking Helena´s back!  Huntress cried out in pain, and then she screamed in pain again as the dildo slid down Canary’s fuck-tube again  and her own rape-dildo pushed back up.  The machine was starting to move faster despite the chaffing of their dry cunt walls, making each woman weep. Despite their brave resolve, the grating against their sex-channel’s inner wall made the steel invaders feel as if they had been covered with sand-paper. Both women-warriors shuddered with each stroke as the pistons moved up and down within their bellies with mechanical mercilessness, the force of the ever harder rape thrusts making them wiggle and squirm.

 

With their perky nipples crushed together, the two felt the shared heat of their bodies, sweat-soaked tits bulging against each other and in unison as their shared sexual degradation went on. Then suddenly, without warning, Helena yelled in pain and threw back her head, trashing manically in place, impaled by the relentlessly fucking dildo. Dinah had only a second to wonder what new horror had been inflicted on her partner when high voltage electrical anguish slammed into her breasts hard enough to knock the wind out of her.  Filled with pain Dinah realised what had happened to Helena; the dildo inside her pussy was suddenly electrified and sent surges of high-voltage power into her cunt. The feisty blonde stiffened in a rictus of agony, biting her lip sand drawing blood to prevent herself giving voice to her pain and magnifying Huntress suffering. The pain went on and on while the machine kept on fucking in and out, ceaselessly, the current flowed through her where their breasts came together in a symphony of flesh.

 

Diana bit down, teeth bared, refusing to scream…and then the current stopped, leaving the two heroines panting while the fucking continued.

 

"Enjoying your treatment so far?" a voice chuckled.  Dinah could say nothing, and  Helena kept her eyes closed.  But the black haired mask wearer managed to gasp out a retort.

 

'Up...ahhh...and too the...nnnn... left a bit.'

 

In answer the current flared again, forcing her to scream so loud it hurt Dinah’s ears as her face too was harrowed with pain. The two jerked wildly as the current flared inside Huntress’ lithe body and crossed the connection made by their wet round tits and went hammering into Dinah like two burning fists crushing her mammary meat. Somehow the wiring inside the twin-dildo must allow one side to be electrified while the other remained uncharged. Even so, the blue-eyed womans body was so taught as she endured the electrical torture funnelling into her rounded chest it almost dislocated her hips and shoulders.

 

"My you dance beautifully!" the voice gloated. The power faded again, leaving the two women bathed in sweat and supported on their torture tables by trembling legs. Between those supple limbs the dildos were sliding easier now that their cunts had been stretched. In and out -  fuck, fuck, fuck,  starting to twist inside them to give them maximum sensation and filling each with agonizing, indecent pleasure.

 

The Huntress finally could endure no more.  "Oh you BASTARDS!" she cried out, tears staining her mask as the prisoner’s tender sex organs began responding instinctively.  To tired to control their responses, worn by pain, their pussy passages were starting to undulate on the invading mechanical probes. Each horrible phallus was wet and shiny as they glided in and out of their moistening clefts.  The prisoners strapped into the despicable equipment were no longer heroes, but women being violated without mercy.

 

Without the slightest conscious thought, Dinah and Helena began rubbing their tits against each other, both flesh-globes swelling with sexual fervour.

 

 

Helena was groaning wantonly now, the warmth beginning to build in her belly as she was dragged unwillingly to the place where all her responses were ruled by the disgusting happiness swelling between her legs. Dinah suddenly realised what was happening, shaking her head only as the current flared again, but this time it was in her own slurping sex-hole.

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Huntress screamed again, the power arcing through her blonde friend into her tits this time, so that they felt as if they had been stuffed with burning coals.  She shook violently, slamming herself against Black Canary while both were lifting against each other. They did not even feel the platforms to which they were bound moving as their incredible bodies lay trembling, thrashing and twisting under the force of the current riding through them. The power made them move enough for their shapely hips to touch as well, the electricity making the sweaty flesh coming together like the shock of a cattle prod.

 

***

 

In her private room Barbara Gordon was sobbing loudly, no longer able to look at the screen in front of her.  Her hands were pressed over her ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound of the electrical discharge, the never-ending hum of the dildos pumping in and out of female clefts and Huntresses wailing screams of pain.

 

***

 

Pussy lips brushed around the metal cock monster as the platform pushed further forward.  They were pressed so tightly now it was a struggle for each heroine to breathe as their cunts met, moist and quivering as their owners struggled with asphyxiation.  The pumping of the torture cocks was steady now and the bursts of electricity timed to match the thrusts, forcing the heroines onto the brink of exploding into orgasm.  Their eyes were closed tight to try and deny to feeling, to shut it out, but pain and shock had left them vulnerable and they no longer had the will power to fight their female bodies urges. Huntress’ moans had transformed into carnal grunts as she undulated her body against Dinah’s, feeling the firm muscle beneath that flawless smooth skin. Dinah too was helpless to deny what her cunt was telling her – that she wanted it, wanted the release and wanted it with Helena rubbing that spectacular twenty something gymnasts body against her own; belly to belly, tit to tit, cunt to hot wet cunt.

 

Helana opened her eyes behind her mask and saw Dinah about to lose control.   She would cry out, and the force would kill her friend, her partner.  Dinah would have killed her in the throes of vile arousal and she would never forgive herself – it would destroy her as surely as it did Helena.

 

***

 

“Last chance Ms Gordon,” the voice announced.  “These women are going to die right now in front of you if you don’t do as we ask.”

 

And looking into the faces of her two friends, Barbara knew she had only one card left to play.

 

“Alright!” she screamed, clawing at the arms of the chair and focussing on the computer terminal in front of her with the access portal to the Amazon manframe.  Her eyes were wide and red with tears. “I’ll do it, just stop it!  For God’s sake, stop hurting them!”

 

***

 

In the room of horror, Helena made her own move, instinctively and without thinking.  She saw Dinah’s red lips parting to give voice to the terrible energy within her, and as the blonde did so Huntress lunged forward, the metal collar digging into her throat as she slammed her lips against Dinah’s in a furious, passionate wet kiss.  Shocked and surprised, taken completely unawares, Dinah met with her own frantic sexual energy before she even realised what she was doing, probing into Helena´s wet oral cavern with her tongue twisting and gliding around the gorgeous brunette’s equally busy mouth muscle.

 

***

 

Barabara worked frantically, vocally inputting programming codes into the computer in front of her.  Each time the Amazon firewalls came down to block her access.  The Themyscrian protective programs were such that the red head wondered even if she were really trying she could crack them.

 

The sounds of suffering continued on the main screen.  Barbara made herself look to see what was happening to her two friends – a civilian in her place would be drawn to watch what was happening, and she had to play out her role. She saw them kissing, their mouths moving as they frenched each other shamelessly.

 

‘You need to do better,’ the speaker voice said with impatience.  ‘These two cannot last forever.’

 

‘It takes time!’ Barbara screamed, ripping her eyes away from the video display.  It was hard to feign panic like this without giving way to the real thing.  ‘It can’t happen instantly!’

 

‘Then I suppose you should have started sooner,’ the voice sneered, as Dinah and Helena convulsed in their bindings, mouths still locked together.  ‘It looks like they’re intent on dying happy. We’ll have to fix that.’

 

***

 

The current blazed once more through the female crime-fighters, this time both their pussy’s receiving the horrible mind destroying jolt of agony. They spasmed in unison and Huntress scream of pain filled Dinah’s mouth.  Their fingers were clawing at the air as they jerked hard enough to bruise each other’s ribs. Helena was still holding their red lips clamped together, and as the current faded Dinah choked as she felt something primal and unstoppable erupt in her womanhood. Helena too felt her sex tremble and quiver, the churning in her belly mixed with the pain of the electricity as it again burned her pussy beyond endurance.

 

Dinah’s heart was pounding so hard her neck felt full of blood.  Huntress tongue was a wet eel, wriggling against her lips and past her teeth into her mouth. Dinah understood the yearning in her own loins and responded to the kiss in kind, concentrating on lapping at the warm dancing muscle with her own pink member. It seemed like sparks of electricity stabbed her where her body and Helena’s connected, their breasts and bellies stung by invisible scorpions, over and over. The pain clenched its white-hot fist around her womanhood again and she felt like her womb was being torn out of her by demons, but she didn’t let herself scream.  She crushed Helena’s soft lips with her own as her flowing tears wet both their faces.

 

***

 

Barbara’s too was crying, so hard she could barely make out the screens in front of her.  Twice as she looked over at the two torture victims dying in agony she almost let herself hack the system for real.  If this did not work, if the villains knew her identity all along, her friends would die in horrible pain. She was gambling with their lives.

 

Finally, she couldn’t let it go on any longer.  Had she tried enough to convince them.  It didn’t matter.  She could not let this continue. 

 

“I can’t,” she screamed, pounding the arms of her chair.  ‘I can’t do it!  Please stop it – PLEASE!’ The two prisoners were writhing so hard their shoulders seemed ready to dislocate.  ‘YOU SICK BAGS OF SHIT,’ she howled, the tears running down over her chin, ‘I CAN’T  FUCKING DO IT!’

 

***

 

The sensations were beyond controlling now. Helena let go, riding the dildo and pushing her cunt lips against Dinah’s, smearing herself over her friends pulsing sex,   kissing her above and below as their clits rubbed together across the tops of the metal shafts. Their sopping female juice mingled into a gloriously wet and sticky whole as the electricity came in roaring bursts to scorch them, burning their cunts as they fucked each other. Their wombs were on fire with pain and pleasure, and neither was really sure were one ended and the other began. They only knew they were helpless, the victims of forces that the torture had unleashed and which they could not resist or deny.

 

Dinah felt her pussy exploding in a thunderous orgasm, pushing her clit fiercely against Helena´s clit, kissing her frantically, their breaths mixing in their joint wetness of their mouths. Below her waist her pussy juices were sizzling on the electrified dildo as she came and came. Her whole muscular body was tearing itself apart, crushed against the rock hard softness of Helena’s fantastically athletic physique.  Her ass was clenched so tight her buttocks cramped as her spine was seized by agonizing spasms.  She clamped her love muscles around the driving sex-rod inside her as it filled her woman’s cleft with blazing light that tore her flesh into pieces of burning meat. They were going to die, die in total despair and defeat – but not alone.  They were together, right to the end.  She wished she had seen Barbara one more time, could make sure she was safe.  Then the pain was all she was aware of, dragging her down into the pit with its steel hooks.

 

They pumped against each other, lovers being tortured together, and as the taller Huntress felt her own climax rip through her she pulled herself free of Dinah’s kissable mouth, head pointing to the roof as she let out a scream of rapture and misery.

 

‘GOD DAMN IT…AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!’ She thrashed against Dinah in complete sexual abandon, until the power arced and the agony came again to bury the blissful waves of orgasm under its flaring mantle of inconceivable pain. Both women shrieked and howled at last, Dinah´s cry of pain adding to Helena´s suffering as her body was not only wrenched and twisted by the voltage but by the sonic waves, too.  The electrical charge pumping into the women increased further, their exquisite curves thrashing in sexual torture. Pain became agony in a seemingly endless dance of suffering and cries and sweat and tears.  They tumbled toward darkness with the feel of each other burned into their minds and the mechanical voice over the speakers giggling sadistically.

 

Huntress was bleeding from the ears and nose as the Black Canary’s sound waves pummelled her, drowning our her own screams and threatening to tear her apart in her bonds. But before the shrieking cry to rise to a lethal pitch, the Canary gasped, out of breath from the furious kiss that Helena had initiated. Then, as the blonde opened her own mouth to suck in air for another scream Huntress snapped her head forward.  They were close enough now that the collar did not prevent the blonde being struck full in the face with Helena’s forehead, the blow driving Dinah’s head back against the platform with a crack and rendering her instantly unconscious.

 

Helena felt her own consciousness fading, the pain and exhaustion overcoming her.  With the metal cocks still moving their hips as they pumped into their victims, Helena too let her head fall forward and the black emptiness carry her away from her suffering.

 

***

 

Barbara sat hunched over, her head buried in her hands and racked with sobs as the sounds of pain ceased. Finally she let herself look up.

 

Dinah and Helena lay against each other, the latters head resting on the blonde’s shoulder.  They were covered in the bright red lacerations from the disrobing, soaked with sweat. Red blood was oozing from between their legs. Barbara could not see either breathing.

 

‘You sick fucks!’ she whispered, looking at the blood on the women’s thighs.  What damage had those spiked didlo head inflicted on the soft pinkness inside each of the brave women. As she spoke, the computer panel went black.

 

‘You will be taken to a holding cell, Ms Gordon,’ the voice announced, as the screen with the prisoners also went black.  ‘Food will be provided in due course.’

 

Barbara stared at the roof. ‘Wait,’ she cried.  She had to know.  ‘I did everything I could.  Are they…?’

 

‘You need not concern yourself,’ answered the voice, as the door behind her opened.  Mercenaries moved into the room behind her.  ‘What happens to them is no longer under your control.’

 

Then they’re alive, Barbara though, not letting the relief show on her face until the bag was again dropped over her head. She wept again with thankfulness.

 

The monster on the other end of the speaker was wrong.  She would be in control of Dinah’s and Helena’s fate, sooner or later.  And after that, she swore she would hold the lives of the sick freaks responsible for this horror in her hands as well.