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Part VII
Supergirl and Wondergirl
‘UNNNNNN!’
‘Yeah bitch! Take it!’
‘Gaaaahh…No!’
‘Come on you little cunt. Take it all.’
‘Naaaa…aaaAAAAAAAAAAA!!!’
‘Yeah! That’s it. That is IT! Move for me.’
‘Bastards! Kill you all!’
The door to the room opened and Savage stepped in. The dozen men standing around looked at him, their eyes showing a mixture of lust, joy, and the fear that his arrival would signal a postponement of their gruesome fun.
Savage smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on the others. They were in a range of dress states – some like Scarecrow and Felix Faust who were more conscious of their physique preferring to keep most of their clothes on while others like the ocean going Black Manta or Bloodsport with more athletic forms had no modesty about standing start naked in front of their fellows.
But it was not the nudity of the assembled villains that intrigued Savage as much as that of the two young women chained to the metal tables in the middle of the room.
Supergirl and Wondergirl’s clothes had been mostly torn away, bare scraps of colourful cloth clinging to their sexy, sweating bodies. Their matching long blond hair hung damp, framing their tear stained faces as they lay on the platforms with their arms pulled back above their heads and their legs spread wide, hooked down around the side of the table so that their exposed crotches were at the edge of the surface.
As Savage walked in each girl had a man working hard between her legs, thrusting in and out of their helpless female sex as the girl’s bodies quivered and shook under the assault. Their breasts moved to the rhythm of the men’s driving hips, Wondergirl’s somewhat fuller orbs bouncing lustily while the teenage Kryptonian’s pert tits quivered on her chest. The men had left Supergirl’s uniform top on, the symbolic red S pushed up over her boobs and her red skirt wrenched around her narrow waist. Wondergirl’s top had been ripped away leaving nothing but a few red rags that hid none of her woman’s form, and the shredded remains of her jeans lay on the floor beside the table.
Savage walked over, blithely ignoring the violent rape going on as he watched. There was a faint glow of green around Supergirl’s table courtesy of the kryptonite chains that held her in place, nullifying her awesome powers. Never one to rely on just one precaution, Savage had set red lamps set overhead flooding the young girl with the light of Kryptonian sun, making sure even if she somehow got free of the chains she would have all the powers of a nineteen year old cheerleader.
Wondergirl’s bondage was even more simple, if somewhat bizarre – an armour clad figure grasping her arms at the top of the table. Savage wondered if the girl had worked out the secret to her imprisonment. Though considering the bruising he noticed between her legs she no doubt had much on her mind.
“The scans we took of the two of you were quite interesting,” Savage told Cassandra as Mirror Master relished the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her. Cassie only turned her face away from him, her fists clenching as she jerked in time to the thrusts of the villain between her legs.
“There was a time discrepancy I look forward to investigating further,” Savage went on, reaching out and brushing a strand of blond hair from Cassie’s face. She closed her eyes as Mirror Master panted happily. On the other table Supergirl gave a soft moan as her rapist gasped, thrusting strongly between her legs and then stiffening with pleasure. He moved inside her a few more times, then slipped free of her young pussy, his cock softening as it trailed a deposit of sticky white cum from the soft pink lips. The pungent fluid leaked from the girl’s sex and dripped down onto the table to join the other deposits already there.
The next man, another of Deathstroke’s paid mercenaries, stepped forward with his cock already thrust before him eagerly. But Savage held up his hand. The man was well muscles and looked ready to argue the issue, but a brief glance into Savage’s eyes convinced him to wait, albeit impatiently stoking his cock while watching Mirror Master enjoy Wonder Woman’s protégé.
“Dear Kara,” Savage said, coming to sit beside the teenage Kryptonian on her table of shame. He reached out and played with one of her nipples, bruised and discoloured from its rough handling of the hour. He smiled. “If only your dear cousin could see you, eh?”
Kara raised her head, looking at him with eyes stained with tears but defiant non-the-less. “Kal won’t kill you for this, you sick freak,” she hissed at him. “But I will. That’s a fucking promise!”
“My what a mouth you’ve got on you,” Savage said with mock-hurt in his voice. “Speaking of which,” he turned to the man who had been about to fuck Superman’s cousin, “since Wondergirl has nothing to say why don’t you put her own mouth to use?”
The man looked at the blond still being fucked by Mirror Master, rubbing his rock hard member as he watched Cassie getting pounded. She returned his stare with cold fury, her lips curling back to show her teeth. The man looked back at Savage, clearly wondering if the chance to sate his lust was worth having his hardened member chewed off.
“Oh don’t worry about her bite,” Savage said, looking over to Wondergirl. “If she uses her teeth on you I’ll make sure the next thing she has in her mouth is the skin of on of her Amazon sisters that I will flay alive in front of her.”
Cassie’s mouth curled into a snarl as she twitched on the table. “No…Amazon would want one of her sisters to…submit to your scum…” She gritted her teeth as Mirror Master reached down and played with her clitoris as he kept fucking her.
“Perhaps not,” Savage said, “but the question is – would you be prepared to watch it happen knowing you were too proud to do something to prevent it?”
Cassie looked at him with disgust, but Savage only smiled his sick smile. He nodded to the man he had prevented raping Kara. With some hesitation, he moved over to stand by the side of the table next to Cassie’s head.
“What about you, Supergirl?” Savage asked. “Will you beg me not to force your friend to suck the cock of a man whose being raping her Amazon sisters for days?” He looked at her cum stained young thighs. “Maybe you’d like to beg that he ravish you after all.”
Kara looked up at the villain, eyes cold. The sickly green glow of the chains made her look pale and haggard. “You’ll do what you want anyway…for now,” she told him.
Savage leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “Good girl,” he told her as she shuddered. The touch of his lips was more foul even than the liquid oozing down from her battered pussy. He nodded again to the man with his cock next to Cassie’s face.
Cassandra looked at the member waving next to her lips, smelling its pungent musk. It was circumcised, the bulbous head already wet with excitement. She could well imagine its owner using it on Phillipus, Menalippe, her other Amazon friends and sisters. She wanted nothing more than to tear it from its owner’s body and shove it down Savage’s throat instead.
But she didn’t. Savage didn’t bluff. She tilted her head back and let her lips part.
The man pressed his cock head to her mouth, and she let her red lips pucker around it. His hand grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place, and then he eased his hips forward.
“Oh yeah,” Mirror Master whispered as he raped her.
The cock slid passed her teeth and into the warm wet cavity beyond. He tilted her head so it pushed against the inside of her cheek, then began to move it in and out, slowly and deliberately face fucking her.
“Suck him, Wondergirl,” Savage said from the table beside. She heard Kara moan softly in sympathy. “Show your friend how a female worships a man’s shaft.”
Cassie closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw, taking the man’s cock deep into her mouth as he pushed forward. Her head moved slowly, tugging as his rape-tool. Kara could see a small tear sliding down her friend’s cheek as her the man slid his cock in and out, the shaft shining wetly with Cassie’s saliva as he fucked her face.
“Fantastic,” Mirror Master said, pushing harder and faster between Cassie’s long legs. Leaning over he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand, pulling on it and digging his fingers brutally into the pliant orb. The young heroine shuddered, feeling her sensitive boob being mauled by his cruel hand. With his other hand the villain held a small round mirror in front of her face.
“Look bitch,” he giggled, angling the reflective disc so it caught Cassie’s image. The technology of the mirror caught the image and projected it into the air above the table, showing the entire room a clear, larger than life picture of Cassie obediently sucking the mercenary’s rigid cock. Several of the onlookers clapped and cheered while others simply smiled appreciatively and fondled their own dicks, salivating at the chance to have Wonder Woman’s teen protégé give them unwilling head.
“You’re sick,” Kara spat at Savage with all the venom she could muster. “A sick, twisted, sadistic freak!”
“Oh, this isn’t just for entertainment,” Savage told her, smiling. Over his shoulder Kara could see the image of Cassandra’s head moving back and forth as her lips pressed hard around the cock pushing down into her mouth and throat. Savage’s eyes burned into her own. “Imagine what your dear cousin Superman will do when he sees the pictures of you two being raped in this room.” Kara’s eyes told clearly of the horror she felt at the thought of Kal-El seeing her defilement. “He’ll charge in her without the slightest forethought, an easy target for the trap we’ll have planned.” Savage pinched her right nipple gently, the pulled harder to make her wince. “And once he’s in our power, you’ll be able to watch everything we do to him.”
Kara pulled at the green chains, trying to get free. The idea of Kal in the hands of these monsters, the things they would do to him, gave her desperate strength. She twisted and heaved, using every ounce of might in her slender body.
It was useless. The Kryptonite held her unbreakably in its radioactive grip while overhead the red-sun lights did their work sapping her powers. She was helpless to save her cousin or herself. The men in the room laughed at her display, eager to feel her squirming just as energetically under them.
“Save your strength, Supergirl,” Savage told her, running his hand down to the space between her spread thighs and thumbing the cum damp folds of her sex. “You’ll need it to keep pace with the men who are waiting for the chance to rape a super-teen. And don’t hold any illusions about the Kryptonite killing you in the near future. This is synthetically made green-k, able to weaken you and hurt you, but not to kill you quickly by its mere presence.” He reached up to his coat pocket. “Which is not so say we can’t be very creative with how we use it.”
From his pocket the immortal villain pulled a small green glowing object, like a cut gemstone. Reaching down he pushed his thumb past her labia lips, spreading them to reveal the soft wet pink beyond. Kara watched in wide-eyed terror. “The synthetic kryptonite might not be able to kill you from the outside, but if we put in inside you may well wish it could.”
On the table next to Kara Cassie watched Savage reach down with the gemstone and saw him moving his hand, and then heard a pitiful wail from her friend. With Mirror Master fucking her harder than ever and the mercenary’s foul tasting penis sliding over her past her lips and over her tongue she could see the bearded monster’s arm moving as he pushed the poisonous glowing rock into Kara’s pussy, up into her tight sex where its radiation would burn her from within. Kara’s wail turned into a broken scream.
“Oh Rao, take it out! Please take it out!”
Savage said nothing, stepping back as Kara continued to scream and sob. As he made way Black Manta stepped up, holding his impressive shaft in his hand and angling it down between Kara’s legs. His tight abs moved under the skin as he pushed inside her and then began to pump energetically, smiling like a ghoul.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! OH FUCK, IT HURTS! PLEASE NO MORE!!! AAAAA…..EEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!”
At Kara’s shriek of agony Cassie felt Mirror Master stiffen between her legs, and the hideous rush of sticky warmth inside her that told of his climax. His hand on her tit squeezed so hard she moaned, fresh tears running down from her eyes. When he finally let go and stepped back and out of her she could still feel his fingers crushing her breast.
Savage came over and looked down at her as Scarecrow took Mirror Master’s place. The villain high-fived some of the others as he moved away, laughing and sweating. “I’m sorry I have no radioactive rocks to make you scream, Cassandra,” he told her. She felt the man in her mouth close to his own climax and gagged as some of his caustic pre-cum leaked down her throat. “But perhaps you’ve been thinking about how your own powers have been cancelled out.” He leaned over, no deterred in the least by another man’s dick so close as it pumped her soft red mouth. Her body shook as the man fucking her pounded her with unbridled enthusiasm. “Your powers were granted by Zeus himself I’m told, but he put a failsafe in place to make sure you could be controlled…by your mother.”
Cassie looked up him. The King of the Gods had made it so she had awesome powers, but had also enabled her mother to control her as a young girl by putting in the condition that Cassie’s powers winked off if her mother was ever…
She looked up at him in realization, her blood turning to ice.
Savage stood up and reached for the head of the armoured figure holding down Cassie’s arms to keep her pinned to the rape table. She had thought its strength was because it was a kind of robot. Except of course it wasn’t a robot. As he tugged at the faceplate it came away and Cassie found herself staring up and back at her mother Helena’s face. A metal gag was across her mouth keeping her silent, but her eyes spoke of the unmistakable horror and anguish she felt as she stood frozen, forced to hold down her beloved daughter as she was brutally raped in front of her.
“Sur-priiiise,” Scarecrow hissed as he pushed his dick deep inside Cassie’s sex.
Cassie’s scream was a choked gargle as the cock in her mouth released its hot load down into her heaving belly.
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