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Part 5
Power Girl
The Doctor
placed the circuit with gently pressure against Karen’s temple. She felt a slight buzz, but that was all.
'Now,
lets start with something simple - blunt trauma will do.’ The masked sadist reached
back and slapped her tit with has hand so it made a loud smack!
SWACK!
Moon
felt a surge of pleasure in his crotch as he saw Power Girl´s
face contort in pain and her eyes snapping wide open in shock. This was the
first time she actually felt pain from such a blow.
Unfortunately
for the torturer, she wasn’t the only one.
‘AAAA!’ gasped the Doctor, wringing his hand and
cursing himself. ‘Damn tits are still hard as steel.’ He flexed his fingers.
Karen
shook off the pain and smiled. 'Too much woman for you, prick?' she chuckled.
Moon was
also a bit amused by his colleague’s misfortune. Yet he did not approve of his
victims displaying such mocking attitude.
‘We may find some useful tools to apply to our purposes,’ he said in a
dangerously low voice.
The Doctor
nodded and went over to a tray near the door, returning with a pair of metal
cylinders. Pressing a button, he
released telescoping rods, making each a steel quirt a foot and half long. ‘For you Doctor,’ he said, giving one to Moon.
Karen
breathed a little deeper, seeing the bars in the men’s hands. She could still
feel a slight tingle where the Doctor had slapped her, but she refused to let
her anxiety show.
‘Thank
you, Doctor!’ the Asian said, taking a good grip on the tool.
‘Do you
expect me to beg,’ the muscular blonde said contemptuously. She pushed up against the metal above her,
flexing the muscles in her legs. Her breasts felt exposed and vulnerable, and
her face was flushed with anger. These
foul little bastards were actually going to beat her! Her, Power Girl! It was unthinkable. Her anger almost choked
her as she stood watching them get ready.
‘Perhaps,
eventually` Moon said in reply. ‘But for now, I think it is sufficiently
satisfactory to hear you scream!’
The
caped heroine spat at his feet, bracing herself. Moon raised the steel tube, aiming at her
right breast, and hit it as hard as he could.
The
fulsome boob only dented slightly inwards under the force of the blow, yet the
reaction of the woman was tremendous. She yelled in pain, casting her head back
and growling at the ceiling above of her.
Karen
clenched her teeth to stifle the cry, jaw tight as the pain smashed though her
chest. Even as she got control of herself the other tit received a blow, the
metal pushing the lovely mammary down a little as it landed atop its steeply swelling
curve. Both orbs were immediately filled with pain - such as the beautiful
heroine had rarely felt.
The
Doctor swung again, aiming for the same spot - THWACK!
Moon watched her tit receiving the third blow, the girl of power
twisting but not letting go of the steel above her. The men smiled as the woman
who could have twisted their heads off without effort could not help giving a
sob of pain as her tit suffered again.
Moon now
attacked, as well. The rod shot upwards striking at the underside of her
breast, making the invulnerable mammary jiggle on her chest, lifting the tit
and letting it fall back. Power Girl’s body simulated the motion, rising up on
her toes as she grunted loudly - ‘GGGGGG!’ Above the prisoners and victims, the metal
plates rumbled ominously. She was breathing deeper now and her breasts rose and
fell like divine inspirations, making Moon to give her tit another blow, right
on her perky nipple.
‘NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!’
Karen bit back the scream, eyes tight!
'Bastard!' she gasped out, not quite keeping the sob from her tone.
Even as she
spoke the Doctor aimed his blow, this time not quite catching the nipple but
smashing lengthways down the middle of the other teat. The blonde made a sound
like an angry whimper. With the pain
hammering in her breasts Karen actually sagged, the metal above dropping.
Instantly both Amazons were squealing as the silver shafts crushed down on
their abdomens.
‘Oooo, careful, Ms. Starr,’ Moon gloated, pushing the tip of
his rod under her breast and pushed it up. Karen struggled up, panting.
Realizing what had happened she pushed herself and the metal plates up again.
Moon followed her motion, keeping the rod firm against her tit as if he were
helping her – or worse, as if she were trying to escape the abuse of her
breast...the indignity of this grating at her even through the haze of pain she
was in.
The Doctor
smiled. ‘First test successful I think. Shall we move on to sustained pressure!’ He handed Moon a pair of steel forceps.
Karen
shook sweat from her eyes - she actually couldn’t remember when she had sweated
last. She felt the buzz of the machine on her temple and the ache in her abused
breasts. Looking down, she could see
both her tits, apparently unmarked, but full of torment, as if they were getting
mauled by wild beasts from within.
Moon was
holding his pair of tongs in front of her face...clicking them together, while
smiling viciously at her. She shook the wild blonde fringe of hair from her eyes,
looking at him with hatred. She wet her lips while looking at the metal. Her
own fingers were harder than the pincers and could have ripped his nose from
his face easily, but she knew that wouldn’t help her.
The tips
of the forceps were flat and covered with numerous, sharp spikes at the insides.
‘My own personal surgical tools,’ the Doctor offered in explanation. Karen again
steadied her breathing, ignoring the pain in her tits.
She made
herself remember these men had already tortured Diana, drawing strength from
her anger.
Moon
lowered the tongs, aiming at the underside of Power Girl´s
right breast. He trapped a section of her mammal flesh between his tongs and
closed them with brutal force.
Unable
to stop herself Karen whined, making a
choked cry. Her face twisted in pain, mouth down-turned and eyes shut tight.
She put all her concentration into holding back her sounds of pain as he held
her breast, crushing it.
Using
the wicked instrument on her tits, Moon licked his lips as he twisted the huge
pliers around. The spikes could not break her skin and show him her blood on
that perfect smooth creamy surface, but she would feel them as if they were
gouging the flesh from her. The woman
moaned, a deep, lovely sound to the two men, her tit stretching as it was
hauled and twisted about the point of capture. Both sadists watched intently,
mesmerised by her flesh being abused and more by the sound of her pain as she
struggled to resist.
Moon let
go of her tit, letting it snap back into its natural perfect shape on her
rib-cage. Karen immediately letting go the breath she had been holding,
expelling with such force it pushed both men back a step.
'Very
intense response,' the Doctor breathed. He made so secret of the wanton
pleasure he got from his cruelty. 'The
subject is clearly a very sensual creature. I wonder just how much give those mammaries
have in them.’ He reached for a set of large pliers-like clamps and set about placing
them on the top and bottom of the other tit-sphere. Then he started to apply
pressure.
‘Hmmm` Moon
watched the proceedings with keen interest. `This will prove interesting.’ He
flicked his gaze to the two Amazons watching in helpless outrage. ‘Wouldn’t you
agree, my dears?’
With certain
cruelty, the clamps pressed about the tit, squeezing it out of shape,
flattening it as the Doctor sweated with the effort of compacting that
ultra-dense flesh. His resolve was fueled by the look
of anguish in his victims gorgeous face. He grunted, arms trembling with the
strength needed to press that mighty breast - even the efficiently heightened
mechanisms of the pliers were having
difficulty crushing the super-taut boob-globe of the mighty heroine.
Yet,
centimetre by centimetre, the breast was more and more compressed between the
instruments’ relentlessly moving jaws.
Power Girl’s gloved hands were shaking as she held the slabs aloft. The
metal jaws sank into her teat further and deeper and she gave a low groan of
pain, the sound getting louder as a single tear formed in those blue eyes and spilled
down her cheek. The drop splashed on the contorted roundness of her crushed tit
and ran on down her body.
’So soon?` Moon remarked mockingly, watching the single tear running down past
her nipple.
‘Damn
you' she whispered, voice tight with pain and anger.
The Doctor continued to grunt with the strain
of holding the tit between the jaws. ‘Perhaps we should...try...heat next...'
he said, voice happy despite the exertion required.
‘Excellent
idea, Doctor!’ Moon said, taking up a blowtorch from a nearby table and
switching on the gas while lighting a match.
As the blue flame shot out of the nozzle, he began slowly approaching Power
Girl with the fiendish device. ‘Its
old-fashioned, I know!’ he said, almost apologizing to his victim. ‘but I
sometimes prefer efficiency before instrumental neatness!’
Karen
glared at the torch, not even able to feel the heat but knowing she would feel
it when the flame touched her skin. Sweating hard she stood trembling, not
trusting her voice not to betray the fear she was feeling, the horror.
‘Do it Moon!'
the Doctor laughed from behind his mask. Keeping her tit firmly clamped he
leaned forwards to whisper at his exquisite captive. ‘Get ready to feel
something wonderful, slut.’
Moon
moved the torch nearer and nearer to Karen’s breasts. He intended to spare her
already crushed tit and aimed at the other fleshy orb. She watched, anger and
fear in her eyes. The little Asian sadist felt himself breathing hard, his
scientific curiosity being overpowered by the prospect of simply torturing this
gorgeous woman who could not die.
He moved
the torch closer, closer...his gaze switching between the apprehensive look on
her sweaty face and the slightly quivering breast of hers, awaiting the pain. The
blue flame approached her bosom, menacingly. then the tip of the fire licked at
her perk, stiff nipple.
‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!’
Power Girl shrieked in pain, as the blue
tongue danced on her tit-tip, its arrow-like shape being split by her nipple
bud....making the fire surround her burning areole. The steel above vibrated
non stop as her body spasmed, only her mighty will stopping her from dropping
the huge mass of steel and protecting herself. She was forced, by her own
courage and nobility, to stand helplessly and let this be done to her. A
never-ceasing whine of agony bubbled from her red lips as her head was buried
against one powerful arm, tears stinging her cheeks.
Moon
licked his lip anew, as he slowly, so ever slowly, moved the fluttering fire
over her round, firm breast-orb. He circled her nipple, then widening the
movements over her tit-tip...and slowly, with maddening patience moving the
torch around her breast in increasing circles. Rigid as a statue, her entire
physique bulging with tension, Karen dug her fingers into the metal slabs, sobbing
in agony.
Like a
ghoul, Moon tittered as he worked his way from the tip of her tit way down to
the bases of her meaty orb. The pain was horrifying, beyond comprehension.
Unable to resist any longer she snapped.
'FUCK' she shrieked, howling in
agony. ‘OH FUCK… AAAAAARRRRRR…
BASTARDS…FUCKYOU…AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!’
Moon now
held the torch upwards, right underneath her swelling tit-cone the woman trembling in pain and misery, as he
boiled her tit from below. On the other side the Crime Doctor pulled his vice
around and stretched its captive boob across, the massive orb having enough
size to be dragged over so that is inner wall was washed by the fire as well.
‘AAAAAAAAAA…AAAAAAAA…AAAAAGODOHGODOHGOOOOD!’
Moon
obligingly let the heat wash over both tits, back and forth. He pushed the torch forward so that the fire
gushed between the twin hills of pleasure.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!’
Then he
slowly began working his way back...circling her breasts at their base and burning
the surfaces with smaller and smaller circles up towards the crest. Karen
screamed her throat raw as the Amazon prisoners gave muffled howls or rage. The
young woman tits shook and sweat cascaded from her breasts, soaking her costume
and pooling on the floor between her booted feet. Her blonde hair was draped in
matted stands over her lovely, pain stretched face.
With
pure evil in his heart the villain pushed the opening of the blowtorch right on
top of her clamped nipple, the flame fanning out around indestructible flesh. Karen shook her head wildly as her tortured
chest-peaks danced, the Crime Doctor using the vice to push the anguished pink
bud against the metal opening. Both men too entranced by her pain to notice the
steel above them shuddering just as violently.
Deep in an abyss of pain Karen knew the two
Amazons were wondering if the alien girl could hold out or if she would break
and release the weights crushing them both. She knew that both women would tell
her to do it in a heartbeat. They would willingly sacrifice themselves to give
her the chance for escape, for vengeance.
But she couldn’t – even if they were ready to die, she wasn’t ready to
let them. Which meant all she could do was stand here and burn, her tit so full
of pain if felt like it must be ready to burst like an overcooked egg, burst
and spill out all over the floor in a shower of blood and charred flesh. But it didn’t, it couldn’t. The agony and horror went on and on and all
she could do was scream. Scream, and cry, and scream until she could not
remember a time when she was not screaming while her breasts were tortured
beyond endurance. Every inch of her powerful tit was saturated in agony, burning
deep into her so that the twin mountains of her womanliness were made into
bubbling cauldrons of seething nightmare anguish in which she was being roasted
alive.
Moon
withdrew the torch and sighed in pleasure.
‘I hope
it was as interesting for you as it was for us, slut!’ he said as Karen’s head
fell forward, her sobs echoing around the room. Moon sneered, extinguishing the torch.
Meanwhile the Doctor released his own hold and reached forward to run his hand
over the place where the flesh had been washed by the blue flame.
'Not
even warm,' he said. 'Why, with this sort of immunity to physical damage, this
experiment could last indefinitely.’
Moon
stooped over to look into Karen’s tear streaked face. ‘What do you say, Power
Girl – shall we continue?’ But a soft panting was his only reply.
‘Silence
construes consent,’ said the Asian, straightening.
‘This is
a great day for science,’ answered the star-spectacled torturer.
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