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Part 6
Diana
‘The American is in a tight spot now, Mein Herr,’ commented the Nazi blonde.
Savage smiled at the irony. Diana had endured over an hour of the electrocution torture, stoically refusing be broken. The immortal was not surprised – this was Wonder Woman, after all. Even plunged into this simulation that left her bereft of her extraordinary powers, she was still probably the strongest, toughest mortal woman on Earth. Which was why he had decided a change of tactics was in order.
With the wooden scaffold removed during her latest lapse in consciousness, the Amazon had been perched in the middle of the room on a small, thick-legged table that was about four three feet high and two feet square. She was fully nude except for her tiara and her high red boots, the latter positioned to the side of the table. They had positioned her on her haunches, her knees pulled up about her shoulders and held in place by thick and tightly tied ropes than went around her legs above her sharply bent knees and then passed about her shins. Her hands were tied behind her with her wrists and elbows touching, pulling her shoulders back and making her full breasts push out between her legs and she crouched in the bondage.
Diana let her head hang forward a little with her black hair spilling down about her shoulders and down her back. Her nipples felt raw from the endless shocks of the electrodes. With her arms behind her tied to another cord pulled up the a roof beam she was made to lean forward, taking most of her weight on her toes while her shapely backside was outthrust behind her. Yet another length of rope had been used to make a gag that pulled cruelly at the corners of her sensuous mouth, her teeth clamped about the cord as she made miniscule adjustments to her balance.
Savage strolled in front of his prisoner, unbuttoning the front of his black uniform jacket to reveal the white shirt underneath. The heroine did not look at him, keeping her eyes fixed on a point on the far wall.
The man in charge stopped and regarded his prisoner. He had decided to administer this first part of the ‘hands on’ abuse personally. He felt a slight thrill at the thought of what he was about to do the incredible body trussed in front of him, something he had not experienced for the better part of a century.
"So, Amazon, we going to go on with your torture in a different way. Are you comfortable?" The blonde woman smiled as she watched Diana’s superb muscles flexing in the bonds. The raven-haired prisoner grimaced, unable to answer now - somehow that small difference of not being able to speak increased her sense of powerlessness threefold. Instead she breathed, her doubled over position putting pressure on her diaphragm that made taking a breath difficult
The villain held out a hand and one of his simulated subordinates stepped up and placed a wooden truncheon into it, a foot and a half of polished stained black wood almost two inches thick. It made an audible slap as it was placed into his palm. He curled his fingers around it with deliberate purpose and came in front of the blue-eyed beauty, twisting the instrument in his grasp as he surveyed her bondage.
Diana felt the end of the stick come up under her chin and force her head upwards. With his arm extended Savage looked at her swelling breasts, both dampened by sweat brought on by the stricture of her restraint. The immortal knew that just the tightness of the ropes and then never-ending tension on her arms and the muscles of her thighs legs would be painful, but Diana showed no weakness. She looked down her nose at him as if she were in total control. Her nostrils flared a little as she breathed in and out.
Savage let his arm drop, and her chin came down. She shifted her balance again, tiny waddling moves so unlike her usual grace.
Without a word or sign of warning Savage struck out with the club, driving the end hard into Diana’s midsection. The wood sank slightly into the smooth skin until it encountered the resistance of her tensed abdominals. A louder exhale from her nose was the only sign of any pain it caused the Amazon woman. She rocked backwards from the impact but steadied herself, the pair of full tits with their round nipples quivering gently.
Savage leered at her. He moved the clubs end to push her teat-globe gently from side to side, feeling the resistance of the firm flesh through the wooden shaft. Diana felt her breasts being nudged and prodded and wheezed angrily as his arm with truncheon drew back.
The next blow fell full in the middle of her left breast, driving the boob inwards as the pain battered her womanly chest mound. Her tit sprang back instantly but the suffering surged back and forth through her bruised orb, like steel weights pressing down on it. Before she could try to push past the pain the club was driving into her other tit, the pain arcing up along her neck and down into her belly.
The pounding with the wooden club went on
and on. Diana could feel her breasts
throbbing harder and harder as the tender meat was force to soak up more and
more abuse. Her nipples felt as if they
were the size of peaches, while her boobs hung from her chest like spheres of
lead. When he paused she drew in deep
gasping breaths that made her discoloured mammaries shake. Sometimes her head
hung forward, eyes open and lips pressed together except when the red curves
parted to let out a panting moan. Other time she let her head fall back, so
that the breasts being battered were drawn high and tight, the nipple in the
middle of the soft hill and her ribs standing our under them, inviting hard
agonizing cracks from the black shaft.
Throughout the ordeal her doubled over legs were straining uselessly against
the ropes, muscles so tight the men could see every tendon and ligament under
the perfect skin.
Savage beat her breasts and belly for five minutes, the sound of wood against flesh loud in the concrete room. Sweat spattered from the gorgeous heroines buxom curves as the black stick battered her helpless body. The whir and ‘thunk!’ sounded over and over again.
By the end of his assault Diana hung in the ropes coughing and gasping, her body from her hips to her shoulders a patchwork of darkening bruises. Her insides behind her sheath of abdominal muscle felt like churning jelly and her breasts seemed to have doubled in mass as they hung battered and shuddering from her chest. The soldiers watched her body moving slightly under the lights, the thrust of her ass giving an excellent view of her intimate regions behind
"Should we use something for your genitals now, Diana?” Savage allowed himself the luxury of his own inspection of her derriere, the soft pink slit poised softly between the curving cheeks. “Maybe the iron weight?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes as he inspected her womanhood more closely. At this range he could see every perfect fold of that sweet flesh. Pulling back he looked at her face to also see her rage. It bubbled like molten rock, seeking any sign of weakness that would allow it to be released. She shook her head, eyes full of anger. Behind her back her muscles strained and her fingers twitched.
"Oh yes, I think this will hurt you, Princess. And give us the obedience which the Reich deserves," he added.
Unable to respond, Diana pulled her head straighter, shifting her balance again. She was still in anguish from the beating to her womanly chest and her sculpted midsection, but now her mind was subconsciously drawn to the feeling of the cool air on her exposed womanhood, make it tingle gently. The noble Amazon panted loudly around the gag, her battered stomach moving with each breath.
One of the men bound a weight at the end of a thick rope, then let it hang in front of her. Diana watched his moves closely. The weight was big as the soldiers fist, several pounds of solid metal with studs across its surface. Savage felt his anticipation rising as he watched the man bring the weight into position behind the woman prisoner, standing a few feet back so that the arc of the instrument swing would let it strike with cruel force.
He looked at the captive, noting the heroine’s every flicker of passion. He stood watching her from the side, so that he would be able to see both the impact of the metal ball and the reaction of her body and face. The way she would deal with this torture was particularly interesting to the immortal. No high tech gadgets or neural pain here. This was a far less sophisticated form of pain – simple and brutal.
“Mein Herr, we have the right length," the blonde said, also watching the preparation. Her nipples showed proud and erect through her shirt as her eyes glittered with the excitement of seeing another woman’s pussy beaten to a bloody pulp. Most especially this haughty slut.
The merciless metal moved behind the bound body of the hated Wonder Woman. Diana closed her eyes, bracing herself. She felt her muscular form taught, her sex tensed. Her tongue moved in her mouth as she struggled against the rope gag. The bruised breasts trembled perceptibly as she took a breath, held it, then let it out to draw in another. Sweat went running in diamond waterfalls down the backs of her powerful thighs.
At a signal from Savage, the soldier swung the weight and let it whistle towards her. Every eye watched for the Wonder Woman’s reaction, as for the first time she felt the Aryan steel crushed into the warm pink target of her cunt.
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