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BRADFORD POLICE - the finale of this 16 part art and story series featuring a beautiful police woman captured and enslaved by ruthless criminals.
WONDER WOMAN: LET INJUSTICE BE DONE - the beautiful Amazon superhero continues to suffer the flesh twisting and soul destroying tortures of her villainous captors...with the other sexy superheroines of the DCU as witness!
Dinah Lance, the Black Canary moved in her shackles, twisting her head to try and ease the discomforting tightness of The women reacted in different ways. Fear, anger, disgust, and contempt were all in evidence to varying degrees. Every one of them knew that Light was an unrepentant monster, a sexual predator and serial rapist. If Luthor had misogynistic tendencies, then Arthur Light could best be described as having an unreasoning, unwavering hatred of all women and a desire to see them suffer for his amusement.
“I’m not sure,” Luthor mused as he stood in front of Batwoman. “He might not be up to it, after all that time he’s been spending with Wonder Woman.”
Wonder Girl’s head rose instantly. “Diana! You let that sick freak near her!” Her arms tensed as she fought hopelessly against her restraints.
“Luthor, you pig,” Starfire snarled. She knew Light from her days in the Teen Titans. “I swear I will burn the flesh from your bones!”
Luthor looked genuinely abashed. “Such strong reactions,” he said, feigning his most innocent look. “Rest assured, the Amazon Princess is alive and well.”
He smiled wider. “In fact, you can see her right now.”
Reaching up to the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he produced a small remote and pressed a button.
Across the room from the women there was a hum, and a screen of what looked like tinted glass descended smoothly from a groove in the room, all the way down until it touched the floor with an almost inaudible bump. Them, beyond the translucent barrier, a cavity opened in the far wall of the chamber.
From the darkness of the opening, something emerged.
And the captive women gasped.
Diana hung her head, feeling the platform she had been bound to moving forwards. She swayed in the bonds that had been placed on her; heavy metal bands about her wrists with power cables that ran from them to the platform surface and so pulled the Amazon’s arms out and to the side. More cuffs were attached to her booted ankles, so they were held fast to the floor while Diana was made to squat with her knees apart and her legs splayed wide.
The boots and the tiara were the only clothing that her evil captors had afforded her. That and the heavy metal gag that passed across the lower half of her face and prevented her from doing more than groaning weakly. Her body trembled slightly on the slowly moving machinery. She felt close to exhaustion.
Where under normal circumstances she could have held her squatting pose for hours without effort now she felt the muscles of her legs and thighs cramping while her shoulders and back ached. The darks haired princess felt exposed and degraded with her ass pushed back like she was putting it on display while her sex was puckered and parted between her legs. Only her black hair offered any covering to her perfect breasts, and not nearly enough to offer any sense of modesty.
The platform slowed and stopped. Diana was no in a semi-circular room, with the flat wall directly in front of her in the form of a full-length mirror. She could see herself reflected in that surface, bound, helpless, and completely humiliated.
On one part of the glass mirror the outline of a rectangle glowed blue. The inside surface of the shape resolved into a monitor screen, showing her being brutally raped by Doctor Light. Diana’s eyes widened at the sight of the villains phallus moving in and out of her while he smiled sadistically. A stab of anger went through her that only burned hotter as she saw the monstrous villain scream in ecstasy as he climaxed inside of her.
And then his eyes went wide with horror as her own scream turned into a howl of vengeance. Her legs clamped around him. His eyes bulged wildly, but there was no point. Her strength was unleased in one terrible moment of vengeance that shattered his human body into ruined meat. His dead body fell at her feet as Wonder Woman saw her eyes on the screen shining with savage joy.
The image paused. Next to it, large red words appeared.
YOU HAVE BEEN BAD.
Diana grunted. She remembered the feel of Light dying, the look of shock and terror on his face as she killed him. Diana knew as an Amazon she should not take pleasure in killing, but on this occasion it seemed impossible not to.
YOU WILL BE PUNISHED, the words said.
Wonder Woman’s blue eyes narrowed. She was not going to regret killing the rapist who had tortured her and defiled her again and again. Never.
There was another hum from beneath her. Looking down Diana saw a hole or hatch had opened near her feet. Something was rising up out of it, extending on a metal arm as it cleared the opening and she got a good look at it.
Her eyes went wide.
No! Oh NO!
TIER 3 UPDATES
A new photostory begins, starring a beautiful barbarian warrior now in the hands of the pitiless Roman invaders...
The super-sexy superspy Black Widow features in her own photostory of insidious interrogation
TIER 4
UNTAMED: THE LEGEND OF SHEENA, JANE AND BOMBA - the trio of jungle heroes continue to endure the sadistic experiments of their Nazi captors...
Sheena lay on the table, working to calm her mind and reach out with her senses; focusing on her ability to distinguish the different sounds. It was quieter here than it often was in the jungle and that made her task easier. But the pain of her injuries was working against her, as well as the anger of being caged.
The woman she had seen outside was talking to her two female assistants. She couldn’t understand the language they were using, but she could hear the confidence in the woman’s voice. She was feeling pleased with herself. The other two women responded and moved off on whatever errand she had given to them.
Sheena focused her hearing elsewhere. There was another woman, one she was fairly certain was the one called Jane Porter. She was crying softly, but she didn’t seem to be in immediate pain.
Unlike the other person Sheena could hear – male this time, his sounds muffled by what she guessed was some kind of gag. He was groaning over and over, and by straining her hearing Sheena could hear the faint click of something in the same room. One of these people’s machines, it seemed, turning on and off. The victim’s moans and the sounds of a body straining against leather bindings were synchronized with the clicking sound.
Sheena extended her senses outwards beyond the building. Men were working while talking in their peculiar language. She could hear things being packed and loaded. Further still, at the edge of her senses, she began to hear the nighttime sounds of the jungle as the day slipped into evening.
There was the sound of feet moving across the floor, and something on wheels rolling across it. The blonde jungle girl opened her eyes to see the small man, Schmidt, pushing a wooden cart towards her. On top were what looked like various metal tools. Beneath, it had a pair of shelves –the uppermost held a leather bag with a handle, while the one at the base had what looked like a metal box with wires attached to it, and some kind of long rods with handles.
“You are resting?” the man said in his soft, sinister tones. “Good, good. I want you to be as refreshed as possible before we begin.”
Sheena watched him as he placed the cart next to her and then went off to examine some things on a nearby table. Lifting her head slightly she could see the instruments on the top were made of steel and included a variety of needles, flat headed metal tongs, and something that looked like the beak of a duck with a screw built into one end.
Schmidt came back and smiled down at her. His eyes behind the thick glasses seemed kind, but she could sense the coldness in his gaze. The man held up a glass of water. “Perhaps you are thirsty? Something to drink?”
Sheena looked at the glass and at him. “No,” she said sternly.
The man nodded. “As you wish. Perhaps later.” He set the glass aside and picked up a pair of sharp metal shears.
“I need to examine you, Sheena. That is your name, yes? Sheena?”
She said nothing, just looked at him.
“I need to examine you. For this, you will need to be naked.” The jungle girl’s eyes narrowed and he laughed softly. “Please do not be alarmed. I am a doctor, and my interest is, heh, strictly professional.”
Sheena’s look turned from anger to mild disgust.
“So,” Schmidt went on in his unassuming tones, “I need to remove your, ah, clothing. What I would like to know from you is would you prefer me to cut them off, or would you rather I removed them more carefully?”
Sheena looked at him with some confusion. “You can do whatever you want, for the moment,” she said pointedly.
Schmidt laughed his little laugh. “Yes, that is true,” he said. He reached up and adjusted his glasses. “But I would like to know, what is it that you want? You strike me as one who does not mind going unclad. But if you wish to be able to wear these garments later, you might want me to be more careful, hmmm?”
Sheena considered his words. Everything about this man screamed danger at her, and she didn’t trust him further than she could throw an elephant. To her the entire conversation had the feeling of a predator circling an animal and looking for a point of weakness. Schmidt was waiting patiently, as if he were asking nothing more unusual than what she would like to eat.
“Don’t cut them,” she said finally.
The man nodded. Sheena waited to see what was going to happen. It was possible he would cut them anyway, just to show her he was in control.
“Very well,” he said, still smiling.
He put down the shears and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Adjusting them he reached up towards her shoulder and began to work at the fastening that held her top on. He worked patiently while she stared up at the ceiling, and eventually he had undone the strap and pulled back her top to reveal her large, supple breasts.
“There,” he said. He placed the leopard skin top aside carefully. “You see, we can work together successfully. This is a good beginning.”
With his gloved hands he reached over and touched her breasts. Sheena took in a steadying breath and her hands flexed into fists.
“Just relax,” Schmidt said, as he moved first her left right tit and then the left, looking at them closely and squeezing them gently. Sheena gritted her teeth and endured the violation in stoic silence. Finally the man reached over to the table and lifted up a large metal instrument made of two steel arms that curved down into sharp points.
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