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Interlude
‘Get yer rest while yer able, little
girls,’ Mammoth said, smiling behind is shaggy brown beard. ‘We got plans fer ya, and yer gonna
need all yer strength!’
Starfire
glared from behind the transparent barrier, knowing already that her starbolts could not penetrate it. At least not quickly enough
for her to prevent the scum on the other side from killing their Amazon
hostages. Her armour had been returned to her, and the combination of
the purple ray and the solar energy pumped into her had healed her wounds.
‘Come in
here and tell me your plans, you G’lak RuHut,’ the golden skinned alien spat, reverting to her
native Tamaranean in her anger. She looked at the hulking 9 foot tall Mammoth
with utter contempt. ‘I’ll show you how much strength I still have.’
‘Oh she
is feisty,’ observed the man next to the Fearsome Five member. He was of normal
stature, wearing a red costume with a black mask that covered his head down to
his nose. He held up his hands and small bolts of lighting crackled between his
palms. ‘I don’t know who I want to get
my hands on first,’ he sneered. ‘Although maybe Ms Troy over there could use some shock therapy to
help her get over her trauma.’
‘Good
one, Electrocutioner,’ Mammoth guffawed, sounding
like a snorting buffalo.
Starfire
instinctively moved to be between the two villains and where Donna sat in the
corner, head down on her knees. Unlike
Starfire’s costume there had been little to salvage of hers, but they had taken
the red scraps that had been tossed in along with Starfire’s clothing and used
it to fashion a crude bikini. Even with
her high black boots it revealed far more than it hid, but it was something.
‘We’ll
be back later girls,’ Electrocutioner promised. ‘Consider yourselves lucky. You meta-whores at least get to rest between
sessions. Those Amazon bitches though…’
At the
mention of her Amazon sisters Donna’s head came up, her blue eyes full of fear.
‘What do you mean,’ she said, her voice hoarse.
In reply
the two only laughed louder. They turned and left the cell block, leaving the
two heroines with only the security cameras for company.
Starfire
turned and came to sit next to Donna, putting her arm around her. ‘Oh Kori,’
the dark haired girl whispered, ‘what are they doing to them. What are they doing to Diana.’
Koriand’r
made no reply, just stroked her companion hair. She noticed how Donna sat
wither legs clenched tightly together and remembered how she had felt the first
time she had been raped – gutted both physically and emotionally. She knew that
Donna’s need to have clothes on was less to do with modesty than a sense of
security, that she still had some control over her own body.
‘They
will be alright, Donna, I promise you.
We all will be.’ Donna said
nothing, just pushed her head between Kori’s neck and shoulder and buried her
face in the alien’s tawny mane. Starfire let her hands go round the Amazon’s
athletic frame and held her, feeling her trembling. We will be alright, she repeated silently, and these men will die choking on their own blood.
***
In front
of her computer screen, Barbara worked feverishly, trying one way after another
to hack the Amazons security systems. Any other time she might have actually
enjoyed this challenge, but all she could think about was the sight and sounds
of Dinah and Helena in the chamber of horrors. Naked, helpless, screaming…
For the
hundredth time she forced the image from her mind. Only part of her
considerable resources were directed towards the Amazon security. The rest was involved in finding out more
about their captors own security measures. For any other person it would have
been virtually impossible to make it look like they were hacking one system
while actually probing another right under the users nose – but virtually was
were Barbara Gordon was at her best.
And
there was something else. A feeling in the back of the red-heads razor sharp mind. As Oracle Barbara had needed to analyse
information in life and death situations constantly, and now every instinct was
telling her that something here wasn’t quite right.
All she
needed was time. She steeled herself and prayed no more suffering was needed to
buy it for her.
***
Black
Canary woke to find herself hanging by cuffs about her
wrists. She was in a stone chamber about
20 feet square, the roof where the chains for the cuffs were bolted about three
feet above her yellow-tressed head. Her
toes barely touched the floor and were fixed there by more cuffs and chains
that kept her legs spread a foot apart.
Between
her athletic thighs, she could feel her womanhood throbbing with pain.
Dinah
groaned and was instantly aware of the ball gag in her mouth. Her tongue felt
dry and swollen, and her jaw ached. From
the pain of her jaw and in her shoulders she surmised she had been hanging for
an hour a least. The blonde heroine
wiggled her fingers to help restore circulation, and did the same with toes
inside her black boots, the only part of her costume left to her. She was cold,
and shivered a little. She could feel the nipples standing erect on her full breasts
as they were lifted by her suspension.
Apart
from herself there was no-one in the chamber.
There was no clue as to where the Huntress was or what might be
happening to her. Dinah’s last memory
was the swelling explosion in her sex and then something slamming into her
face. She guessed what
Dinah
fought down her urge to scream and struggle.
These monsters had violated her and Helena as women and as human
beings. The memory and the lingering
pain, coupled with the lewd gratification of hanging her naked and vulnerable
like this, made the crime-fighter seethe with anger. But the most horrible thing of all was that
for now, there was simply nothing she could do about any of it.
***
In their
booth the two figures controlling the unfolding drama observed their captives
and collaborated on their next course of action.
‘Barbara
Gordon is making slow progress,’ said one.
‘Of
course,’ replied the other. ‘But there is some kind of connection between her
and Canary and Huntress, and I intend to be certain of what it is.’
‘Perhaps
we should allow her to watch some more of those two enjoying our hospitality.’
The
other chuckled. ‘Perhaps
later. We have other needs for
the Huntress presently. Are the other heroines still secure?’
The
screen on the wall lit up with individual framed showing the other captured
female heroes. Starfire, Canary, Donna
Troy, Huntress, even the blonde Powergirl – the
screen gave a view that confirmed their incapacitation.
‘Good.
How is the next step proceeding?’
The wall
viewer in front of the pair flickered and changed, showing a large rectangular
room with dozens of high-tech medical beds.
Strapped down onto each one was a Themyscrian
Amazon, their arms pulled up so their hands lay nest to their heads and their
long legs spread in a set of low stirrups that forced those smooth limbs apart.
The tall and beautiful women, an exotic mixture of races and colours, glared
about them. Jump-suited workers used various instruments to remove the clothing
from their magnificent bodies, while other used thick bands to gag them as they
struggled and spat ancient curses.
‘I would
have to say very well,’ the first speaker replied, and both laughed, preparing
for the upcoming fun.
***
And
in a cell, incapacitated by massive chains that even she could not sunder,
Diana of Themyscria, the heroine known and Wonder Woman, kneeled under the
weight of her bonds.
Hands cuffed to the yoke about her neck, her black mane of hair fell in tumbled
curls about her head and shoulders. Diana’s
body was battered by the torment she had endured, her nude form tantalizingly
revealed through gaps in the huge chain links. Behind her long lashes her eyes
were closed as she drifted through a montage of nightmares.
The
greatest of which was the premonition that what she woke to would be even
worse.
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