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Wonder Woman
Hell in paradise
Volume vi
What has gone before.
Paradise Island, home of the immortal Amazons, has been invaded! The Amazons, their princess Diana [alias Wonder Woman] and a cadre of super-powered heroines have been captured by a small army of mercenaries led by some of the worlds deadliest super villains, including Vandal Savage and hired killer Deathstroke the Terminator.
While torturing the Amazons and heroines, the villains reveal part of their plan is to seized the secrets of the Amazon technology known as the Purple Ray. With the power to heal almost any injury, Savage pictures it being adapted to create an ultimate weapon. In the course of attempting to discover its secrets, Savage orchestrates the rape and/or torture of Diana’s super-powered friends and even her sister Donna Troy, while subjecting the beautiful Wonder Woman herself to a seemingly endless cycle of brutality and pain.
Two unknown figures oversee these proceedings from the shadows. These mystery villains have tried to get Barbara Gordon, secretly the computer expert supreme know as Oracle, to hack into the Amazon mainframe for the Purple Ray’s mysteries. Whether they know the truth behind Barbara’s own secret remains unclear.
Hope, however, springs eternal. A rescue party of heroines led by the New God Big Barda has arrived on the island in time to save the WWII female ace Lady Blackhawk from the clutches of the sadistic Captain Nazi.
Meanwhile, after a horrific session of torture at the hands of the Underworld ruler Neron and his demons failed to persuade Diana to help the villains, Savage handed her over to his seeming allies, the evil New God Darksied and his henchman, DeSaad.
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Part i
Diana
Diana lay again bound to the hideous table she remembered so vividly - the machine that still lurked at the edges of her nightmares.
Her arms were pinned to her sides by the manacles that she knew would resist even her gods-granted strength, designed as they were by gods themselves. Lying on her back staring up at the ceiling of the torture chamber, her memory replayed for her the last time she had been in this room. The pain like her bones being shattered into a thousand razor shards and grinding inside her body like knives, the humiliation of listening to the totally depraved being gloating over her suffering, begging his master for the chance to make her hurt even worse.
Diana’s skin crawled at the remembrance. She twisted on the technological slab, her movements hampered not just by the shackles on her wrists but by the one pinning her legs at the far end of the surface and the heavily circuited collar that banded her neck and kept her head pinned down, preventing her from using her shoulders for leverage. All the manacles hummed with electronic life, as if they were living extensions of the pain machine that hugged her to itself and waited eagerly to fulfil its only purpose.
The brave Amazon Princess was a breathtaking sight. Her red and gold armour was rent and torn, her long limbed body ached still from days of non-stop humiliation and pain. Robbed of any chance to grasp her tormentor her powerful fingers instead flexed gently in the restraints, as her mind lingered unwillingly on all of the foul device’s many cruelties. Within the curvaceous armor her ample, perfectly formed chest rose and fell in anticipation.
Not far away a figure in a loose purple robe fussed about, almost beside himself with excitement. The robe concealed everything of him except for his long fingered hands and his pointed, distinctly cruel face. Whenever his eyes drifted over to the colourfully garbed woman on the rack, a sinister light would glint in them.
The dark god DeSaad continued with his preparation, determined that for this victim everything be just right. The wait since he last had this female helpless in his grasp had been for him a kind of torment in itself, and he was now determined to repay her in kind, giving her time to dwell on just how bad her future at his mercy would be.
Diana closed her eyes, trying to calm her heartbeat, her breathing...searching for her innermost core of strength, which she knew in this place even such as she would not survive without.
Finally the hideous little torturer came over beside her, looking down at her like a master at a much loved pet.
'I have thought much about this encounter since last time, princess. I can only hope you have as well.' He smiled like a ghoul.
‘I don’t usually dwell on offal!` she spat out, feeling no need to exercise her usual diplomacy with this heartless monster. Too many innocents had suffered in his pain machines over the millennia for her to see him as anything remotely human.
For his part, DeSaad almost giggled. ‘Yes, yes,’ he hissed in satisfaction. ‘That is exactly what I was hoping for. The same fire, the same…resistance.’ He made the word somehow sexual in his excitement. He leaned closer, looking at her body - the marks of torment lingering across her arms, her thighs, her breasts and belly where her armour no longer covered her. 'Savage thought you might not be up to my ministration, but these mortals know so little of the ways of suffering - they are but children painting with their fingers, while I,’ he smiled like a hungry reptile. 'I shall make of you a masterpiece, little Princess.'
‘I shall make you a dead heap of rotten flesh god or no!’ Diana vowed, her body trembling with impotent rage in her bindings.
DeSaad reached out and touched her black hair, making her feel like vomiting. 'Let us waste no more time with words, then, my beautiful one,' the god of pain whispered. He lifted what looked like a pair of headphones to his skull, adjusting controls on the console next to the table. 'When you think of the secrets of the purple ray, the session will stop, he told her.
Then he pressed a button.
Diana had been prepared for pain, but not for the immediate agony that suddenly flooded over her like a flow of molten metal. Every nerve suddenly screamed, her powerful body going rigid in an instant as a gargling cry burst from her full lips. She convulsed, trying to find a rhythm to the agony pumped into her by the devices arranged around her twitching female form.
'Yessssssssssssssss' DeSaad gloated. 'No need for preamble with such as we, Amazon. That pain would have killed a mortal instantly, but I know your worth.'
Diana shuddered, breathing fast and hard as she roared with pain, her eyes snapped wide open, her body trashing against the unmovable bonds. Those blue orbs stared wildly at the roof overhead as if hoping to see some secret truth that would cancel out the anguish clawing at every bone and sinew.
‘Yes...yes. Just a little more, I think,’ the vile creature mused, watching her suffering with maddening glee. Diana felt the pain increase, like a drill boring into her skull and into her nervous system. She gave a tight clipped scream, her shoulders twisting as much as it could as her body shook harder, then settled again into fitful squirming.
‘AAA...GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...’
DeSaad watched his readouts, savouring the sight of the pain levels in the woman captive as much as a normal man would enjoy the movements of her delectable body. As always, he felt a surge of pride as well as pleasure when administering his agony on a defenceless victim. The pleasure of giving pain, and the pride in his mastery of the art of torture.
The woman’s resistance was incredible - few beings could endure the pain she felt now without submitting almost instantly. He doubted even the formidable Big Barda would have fought the agony more strongly. This was the opportunity of a millennium, and he intended to make the most of it.
'Now Amazon,' he moaned, practically drooling. ‘They say your kind do not fear death. Is that not so?'
‘We...do not!’ Diana managed to squeeze out of her trembling, tortured body. It felt like her ribs were being pulled out through her flesh. DeSaad smiled.
'You will.'
The arch-sadist adjusted a control. Diana felt new sensations flooding her through the haze of pain.
Looking up, she suddenly saw a set of what looked like vents or hoses above her body. She twisted, trying futilely to move away, enraged by the dark gods ever present smile. Then she heard a hiss, and saw a fine yellowish fluid spraying gently from the nozzles aimed at her. The drops settled over her in a misty rain from neck to toes.
And as they did, she heard the hissing increase.
With a shock she could not hid, Diana saw at once the remaining metal fastenings of her colourful costume beginning to smoke, then bubble softly. She gasped, her eyes widening further in shock and disbelief, but then squeezed them tight as the corrosive liquid found the gaps in the armour, the uncovered space on her arms, legs, and torso. Her lovely mouth widened in a soundless howl of pain. Her statuesque body jerked savagely as her smooth creamy skin started to blister and smoke as well.
The horror of it was almost as overwhelming as the pain, as her skin began to sizzle, and hiss…and BURN!
'AAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!’
The acid was eating through her armour, the costume starting to melt off and fall away from her womanly curves.
‘The ray,' DeSaad said, watching in glee.
Diana was so lost in her world of suffering that she did not realize the meaning of the words, barely having heard them in the first place. Not that DeSaad cared, really. He merely touched the button to release more mist. The droplets settled with hissing fury on her body and Diana screamed, feeling her exposed legs starting to peel, the skin begin to melt away like the rind of rotten fruit. As red blotches of exposed raw flesh appeared over her shapely limbs the blue crotch piece of her costume dissolved so that the sprays of acid were falling on her pussy hair. The black curls went up in tiny green flames.
She screamed, pulling her body up of the table and looking down - protected only by the star spangled cloth quickly burned away by the acid, her womanhood was burning! Now her sex was revealed, the pink lips smoking as the boiling as the liquid horror began to leak inside her.
Diana’s black-maned head flew back as she felt the agony of the spray eating its way deeper into her most sensitive pink flesh. Itching torment escalated rapidly to stinging agony that made her jerk powerfully, her thighs snapping tight like steel cables under the smouldering skin, even as her breast armour fell apart completely and her erect nipples started to blister.
Tears now freely flowed from the corner of her eyes into her full, black hair. As her teeth clenched and her torso twisted, horrible boils erupted up and down her body as she used all her willpower to stop from screaming. Glood oozing down from patches where the skin was dissolving down to blood vessels, down to the nerves imbedded in her sizzling flesh.
‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!’
‘Not much longer until your body is destroyed, princess!` DeSaad cackled. `Is it really that much, that we ask of you? Just a little bit of information!`
Diana shook her head, tear splashing from her face - the only part of her not being melted by the acid. One of the lips of her vulva started to peel back, the inner petals bleeding as they shrivelled. Her nipple oozed blood and the acid ate its way into her navel, her belly, as she squirmed in her own melted flesh. Diana could feel her body dissolve....DISSOLVE...under the acid rain and she felt her mind slowly, yet inexorably slipping towards madness. The pain and the sheer horror of her torture, to die like this without being able to fight back in any way; she screamed in abandon and her cries echoed off the walls as she felt the fluid burn through her breasts and into her lungs.
She arched her back and the bloodied flesh of her wrist and ankles smeared itself against the shackles like red paste as it was eaten away. The corrosive liquid scalded through to the muscle-tissue of her body and limbs. She was heaving and splashing in her own liquefied body as the synapses of her brain relayed wave after wave of unbearable torment. Kept hideously aware by DeSaad’s twisted genius, she felt the caustic flow dribbling down towards her cervix, tracing a line of hell into the centre of her feminine being.
‘YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!’
Her heart and her clitoris began burning at the same moment as her pussy lips sloughed off between her thighs and her breasts fell away to revealed bleached bones. Blood filled her wide mouth as death claimed her with a final agonizing howl.
Only she didn’t die.
When she was aware enough again to think as a human being she was still alive...still bound to the table...still whole. The pain waiting for her was like a happy dog eager to greet her home, almost a pleasure compared to what she had just suffered. And yet, still ultimately pain. This was not a chance to rest, only a lull in a constant tempest. Diana groaned, panted, shaking sweat from her blue eyes.
‘That is one, Princess,’ DeSaad murmured. ‘I can kill you a hundred times in this room, or a thousand - each event more horrible than the last.’
Diana moaned, lifting her head to look at him. Any other woman would have been dead now, or insane, but the gorgeous Amazon showed her mettle once again. ‘You...will never...get...what you...want!’ she swore, shivering as the waves of pain rippled over her skin.
DeSaad looking into her eyes with gloating superiority. ‘Oh but I shall, little Amazon, I shall. Every time you refuse to surrender your secrets – and I get to do…THIS!’
DeSaad jabbed another button, and the screaming began again.
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