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Chapter III
Inside the pacifier, monitor screens filled the claustrophobic interior with harsh, electronic light, and the tinny echo of recorded sound filled Diana’s ears. She felt the blades and torches moving into position, gears hauling at her limbs to move her joints to the pint of maximum stress before the real torments began.
But the Amazon princess knew the physical pain would be a pale comparison to what she would endure as those screens flickered and began their tale of horror.
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Several hours earlier…
The alien heroine Starfire and Donna Troy would found themselves in a white room with monitors of them, and small hatches in the floor and walls. They were clad in the ragged remains of their uniforms, and a pair each of heavy metal bracelets humming with electronics and binding their arms behind their backs by beams of energy. The restraint pulled their shoulders back and both twenty-two year old women were aware of how it accentuated their full, frontal curves.
Starfire, or Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran, stood in beautiful contrast to the raven haired Amazon Titan. Her skin a wondrous golden tan, her hair was a fiery auburn mane that rumbled wildly down to the small of her back and framed a face that any man would be rendered breathless by. Less angular than Donna’s Mediterranean appearance, she had full sensuous lips and eyes that were all green without pupil or iris, and which glowed faintly when her feeling ran high, which was often. Her body was an exercise in sexuality, lithe legs and strong arms, narrow hips and flaring waist offsetting a flat stomach with nicely defined abdominal muscles, and breasts that rivalled even Wonder Woman’s for allure. Those twin ripe round melons of soft golden flesh were only just restrained by Kori’s skimpy purple armour that held her breasts behind two vertical bands that plunged down either side of her exposed navel to a wickedly sheer bottom piece that showed off her tight round backside and cupped the sweet space between her smooth thighs. Knee-high armoured boots and armbands completed the alien girl’s appearance, making her look like a schoolboy fantasy of an exotic sci-fi warrior woman.
A voice spoke; male, gloating.
‘Ladies, thank you for joining us. This room is going to be used to test you. We want to explore the limits of your endurance, both physically and psychologically.’
‘First, let me explain about your bracelets,’ the voice went on. ‘Their primary purpose is to ensure you remain our guests’ he said, even as Donna and Kori were subtly looking around for a way of escape. ‘If, at any time, you use your powers to try and leave the room or do violence to any of our people, the cuffs will send a signal activating a small bomb in the bracelets of one of Wondergirl’s Amazon sisters. The result would be...messy. The lives of your sisters are totally in your hands - the program selects a victim at random - it could be...anyone.’
‘You bastards,” Donna hissed, as Kori looked dumbstruck by the cruelty of what she just heard. ‘Why are you doing this?’
‘As I said, to test you. Or rather, to help you test each other.’ Kori looked at Donna with a worried expression in those luminous green eyes, and Donna felt a tremor of fear. But she steeled herself, showing no outward sign. Diana had not trembled before them, and nothing mattered more to Donna than making her older sister proud. And, she knew, that showing fear was the first step at giving up...and giving in to whoever is behind their capture. Diana would be looking for a way to get out of this and somehow rescue her Amazon sisters, and Donna knew she could do no less.
‘What do you want us to do?’ Koriand’r asked, voice full of venom, clearly expecting nothing good.
‘First...strip,’ was the reply. The girls look at each other in disgust, but no real surprise.
‘You filthy degenerate’, Koriand’r spat.
‘Do I take it you refuse?’ asked the voice, heavy with threat.
‘No,’ Donna said quickly, looking at Koriand’r meaningfully, and the alien pursed her full lips and nodded. Both of the young women look repulsed and outraged, but knew that for now they had choice. Kori held Donna's gaze, and the raven-haired girl knew what this must be costing the proud Tamaranian. She tried to let her expression show her gratitude as Koriand’r reached up to the clasp on her armour.
‘No,’ says the voice. ‘Undress each other!’
Both girls briefly close their eyes, then Donna opened hers again and approached Koriand’r. The alien princess showed her trust in her friend by restraining herself from backing away.
Donna reached up, feeling for the clasp, reaching around behind the foaming mane of fiery hair and releasing it the catch. Koriand’r shuddered but standing still and letting it happen as the twin armour bands falling forward away from Kori's incredible breasts. The images on the monitors shift to the twin globes, examining every detail
Koriand’r instinctively covered her breasts with her arms but Donna gently moved her arms away, knowing without the protest from the bodiless voice that the meaning was for them to be exposed in their nakedness.
Kori shuddered, but remained calm. Before finding her way to Earth, she had been a slave of the planer spanning Citadel Empire, which ruled most of the planets of the Vegan stat system with brutality and merciless, wanton cruelty. Taken as a hostage for her worlds continued survival when she was barely in her teens, the lovely girl had been subjected to debasements and horrors that would have destroyed the soul of other women, and which she had survived only by virtue of her warrior training and a will tempered by hardship into a nigh unbreakable force. She had known Donna ever since her escape, fought and laughed and bled beside her, and now she was trusting her friend with everything she was, willing to do this for her even as memories of slavery and torture among the Citadel before her flight to Earth threatened to bring a tear to the warrior vixen’s eye.
Donna took the chest piece and set it aside, looking Kori in the eyes as she moved her hands down to the crotch piece. The clasp here was near the hip, forcing her to step closer. Wondergirl reached around, releasing the bottom armour and pulling it away to show her friend’s lower abdomen under her washboard abs. A tight hairless slit lay sitting between her long golden legs. The picture on the monitors was busy switching from Koriand’r’s full, magnificent chest and her exposed alien womanhood and perfect ass.
‘Excellent, I think we can leave the boots,’ said the voice. ‘And now for Wondergirl. Please, Starfire, feel free to take a more energetic approach with that flimsy red uniform.’
Koriand’r looked at Donna with a tight expression, then grabbed for her teammates uniforms front, taking the red shoulder straps between her fingers.
Donna clenched her jaw.
Partly to give the menacing voice no reason to harm the hostages, partly because she wanted to do this quickly in order to shorten the degradation for her friend, the Tamaranian tore the front of Wonder Girl’s costume open and let the young Amazon’s lush breasts spilling forth. Not so large as her own, but still exquisitely round and firm, pink nipples tight in the chill air, just as were Koriand’r’s non-humanly deep-orange tit peaks.
Donna swallowed and balled her fists, her eyes telling Kori to keep going, to get it done. Her own hands shaking with subdued rage, Koriand’r reached for Wondergirl’s thin gold belt and opened it. Donna's breasts rose and fell quickly as she waited for the moment, then she felt and heard the ripping of the front of her leggings open all the way down to her high black boots, taking the panties with them. She felt the cool wash of air over her exposed sex and a well-trimmed bush of dark, pubic hair appeared on the monitors, subtly highlighting the pink-lipped slit underneath.
Koriand’r deftly ripped the rest of Donna’s uniform free of her boots, each mighty heroine now clad only in their knee-high footgear. The girls let their arms hang slackly down their sides, their chins raised in defiance against the voice giving the orders.
‘Very good ladies,’ the voice announced, one monitor switching to show a reading of their respiration, pulse and ECG for the pair. All were agitated, but the girls maintained their composure, looking up to the roof in response to theS disembodied message.
A hatch opened behind Kori, and a set of metal binders on two gleaming poles rose up to waist height. Both women looking at the binders with equal discomfort.
‘I believe we will start with the alien first - please step over and fix the binders to the shackles already around your wrists, my dear.’
Kori looks at Donna, seeming less afraid than her human friend. Donna was not nearly as worried about what might happen to her as she was desperate to prevent Kori suffering unnecessarily. ‘Why her first?’ she said hurriedly into the room. ‘Paradise Island is an Amazon stronghold. I know more about it than Starfire.’
Patience,’ came the reply. ‘In time we will indeed question you thoroughly about all your people’s secrets, Donna Troy. And you will both be involved in this little exercise, we promise.’
We’ thought Donna.
‘It's alright Donna,’ said Koriand’r, stepping to the manacles. ‘They cannot truly injure me.’ As she placed her hand near the shackles, they moved, attaching to the neuro-bands. At the same time, other small cuffs came up from the floor, pinning her ankles shoulder width apart. Donna watched in rising horror... this will get very unpleasant, she thought, furious that there seemed no way to spare Kori this ordeal. Onscreen her readouts climbing as her fear for her friend grew.
‘Now, Miss Troy, we are almost ready,’ the voice hummed. ‘We wish to test the Princess Koriand'r's endurance, but also your willpower and resolve. So at our command…you will hit Starfire.’ There was a pause even through her shock Donna could visualise her opponents sick smile. ‘Hard!’
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