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Wonder Woman: Hell in Paradise (Part 2)

Part 34

Part xii


Birds of Prey


Lady Blackhawk


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM


Both Lady Blackhawk and Captain Nazi snapped their head around to stare open mouthed at the blinding light that had erupted from the far wall of the chamber. The stone floor trembled with the thunderous noise of a portal, formed like a crackling tube of pure energy, thrusting out from the solid surface.


Vas ist! Nazi snarled, rising from the woman lying prone and bleeding under him, the fluids of her violation still dripping from his erect member. A figure moved in the light of the shimmering energy. The roar of the tubes creation had faded away. Whoever you are, you vill pay for this interruption vith your…


Whatever price Nazi intended to name was lost in a high-pitched whine as a beam of light burst from the figures outstretched hand. From the floor, Zinda saw the ray transfix the posturing German, striking his broad chest and instantly emerging from his back to strike the stone work behind him in a burst of red-hot fragments.


Nazi staggered back, slumping against the blasted wall and staring down at the gaping cavity in his torso. Red and yellow energy crackled around the edge of a hole that went completely through a body that, moments before, had seemed indestructible.


…himmel… he said in an awe-struck whisper. Then he toppled lifeless to the floor beside his blonde victim.


Zinda pushed herself away from the smoking corpse, turning her eyes to the person stepping over to stand above her. Others were coming out of the glowing tube as well, but she had eyes only for the armoured giantess with the glowing metal rod that had dealt swift death to her rapist. Clad in gold and sable, her helmet was like a high tech version of an ancient Egyptian head-dress, framing a face that was both beautiful and somehow terrible. The eyes that stared down at the body of the dead villain held not the slightest compassion or regret.


The name is Barda, she said to the corpse. Remember me in hell, filth.


Her gaze drifted to the battered blond woman lying naked on the floor. The steel blue eyes did not flinch from the sight of Zindas ordeal, but they softened ever so slightly. I am sorry we did not arrive sooner, she said matter-of-factly.


Makes…two of us, Zinda whispered, as darkness claimed her sight.



Elsewhere, nearby…


diana


Diana knelt on the floor of the stone chamber, the massive carven yoke circling her neck and her wrists were her arms were hoisted up on either side of her head.


The Princess hair fell half across the beautiful but drawn features of her face. She had again been clad in her armour, but this time her captors seemed to have no interest in maintaining the illusion she was in perfect health. Her tiara, real and not Savages fake this time, rested askew and did not fully confine her black hair. The red and blued costume was battered and torn. The crimson and gold of her bustier rent and ragged so that the flesh of her womanly charms were displayed amply, while the sheer star spangled crotch piece was so ragged that it barely concealed her femininity.


Diana did not try to rise, though every instinct in her screamed against kneeling in such a submissive fashion. Previous attempts had merely resulted in a painful burst of energy surging through the yoke, powerful enough to drive even her to her knees again amide a spasm of pain that left her barely conscious.


The superhero did not know now how long she had been in her captors power. Days certainly, but how many she could not say. The horrors piled one on top of another like a mound of stone burying her alive rape upon rape, torture upon torture. Degradation and humiliation, drowning her in a cesspool of darkness.


She did not even here Savage approach. Suddenly he was simply there, standing over her with his hateful smile, filling her soul with rage. Diana snarled, her fists clenching as she struggled to keep a leash on her passionate desire to hurl herself at him.


Still unbroken, the bearded villain mused. After all we have done to that body you never cease to impress, Princess.


Diana said nothing. Her festering anger choked her. All she could do was stare murderously as her enemy.


I give you this one last chance, Princess of the Amazons, Savage said, stroking his beard and staring down at her with laughter dancing in his dark eyes.  Give me the secrets of Purple Ray, or all that has gone before will seem but prelude.


You seek the power to deal in death, villain, Diana snarled. Her blue eyes flashed like the lightning of Olympus, and her voice echoed the pitiless tones of the Erinyes, the Furies. You have invaded my home, abused my people, tortured my friends and violated my sister. Loose me from these cowards shackles and I swear on the altar of Hades I will teach you and all you kind everything of death you will EVER need to know!


Savage shook his head. I thought you might say that, dear Diana. And since you want to bring your gods into things, you wont mind if I even the field with some of my own.


The darkness behind Savage stirred, and two bright red eyes suddenly pierced the shadows above his head. A figure loomed forwards into the light, as if the very stone wall of the chamber had taken on humanoid form and stepped forth. Towering over the immortal but nonetheless human villain, the dark and terrible being radiated an inescapable sense of power and menace beyond anything born of human flesh.


At his side another figure was clad in a loose purple cloak. Diminutive in comparison but barely less heart-stopping, his eyes fixed on the lovely prisoner kneeling before them with a light that was equal parts hunger, delight, and boundless cruelty.


We meet again, Princess of Women, the towering stone skinned being rumbled. The sound was like a landslide given voice grating, relentless, and bereft of any conscience. The figure gestured with a black gloved hand to the being next to him. DeSaad here has been endlessly disappointed that your previous time in our company was so short. I have generously assured him that this time he will have all the time he could wish to test your Amazon mettle. The giants red eyes flared as he stared down at Diana.


You should know, he growled, Darkseid always honours his promises.


Diana stared back at the two evil gods defiantly, Savages words echoing in her head.


The past will be but prelude…



Elsewhere still…



The two figures in the control room leaned forward, watching the scene unfold between the merciless Lord of Apokalips and the bravest and most beautiful woman on Earth.


Finally, said the taller one.


Yep, his colleague agreed, feet kicking above the floor as he squirmed in his chair with excitement. This is going to be good!



To be continued.



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