Chapter two of an ongoing peril parody. From the "Legendary Universe" of the pre-Disney novels. Leia Organa and her Jedi Knight daughter, Jaina, continue being experimented on by the Yuzzhan Vong. An invading race with no knowledge of the Force, but a great deal of expertise in torture...
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Diana crouched on all fours on the bear fur spread across the floor. She felt her muscles and bones aching as she knelt there. The Amazon princess was thankful that her long black hair hid her face and the tears in her eyes.
She told herself she had had worse. In her journey back through the Omega Sanction she had been tortured, raped and murdered over a dozen times, in the most horrific ways known to humans. And before that she had been the victim of DeSaad, the universe's most evil sadist.
And she had been raped by Darkseid. The evil god had violated her body in the most intimate way, pushing his hateful organ into her and using her only as a thing for pleasure. The feel of his massiveness inside her body, inside her pussy, was a black horror. The sensation of him pushing into her, her body yielding as it had to the invasion.
No way to stop it, no way to fight back...
But this was somehow worse. Darkseid was a creature of pure evil. Heracles was the man who had raped [would soon rape] her mother.
Diana knew now how that abuse felt, the scar it left on a woman's soul. And not only must she endure it again, it had to be from the same man who would soon do the same despicable act inside her Mother and Queen. Hippolyta would feel that shame, that pain, that helpless rage and terrible sadness.
Her mother would lie on the filthy stones and feel his cock shoved deeply into her, and his body's weight pressing on her while the demigod rutted in her like an animal. She would feel his breath on her face as he panted and grunted. His hands would squeeze and fondle her breasts, he would suck and lick them.
His pace would quicken as his excitement grew. The chained Queen would know he was nearing his release, would pray in vain for a way that this did not happen.
Then she would feel his body shake and the terrible warmth of his climax being pumped into her while he cried out with the happiness of raping her. She would endure that torture...
...and Diana had to make it happen.
Heracles was pouring himself a goblet of wine. He was still naked, and totally unconcerned with being completely nude in front of her. His manhood stood half erect from his body, still shiny from the juices of their latest encounter.
“Ah,” he said, relishing the deep purple liquid. “Ambrosia of the gods. You Amazons keep a good vintage. A pity Hippolyta did not have a chance to show me more before she was overcome by my own fruit of the vine.”
He laughed at his own joke. Diana knew full well he had drugged her mother to immobilize her, and then beaten her unconscious. Even now the elder Amazon queen languished in chains until the Son of Zeus was ready to violate her.
“You betrayed her,” Diana whispered. Her jaw ached from the number of times she had been forced to use her mouth to pleasure the man looking at her. While she knelt as he insisted, the woman of the future felt another rivulet of the man’s seed leaking down her leg
Heracles considered her words for a moment. Slowly he paced towards her, then squatted down next to her head with the wine goblet still in his hand.
“Betrayed? Does the wolf betray the sheep by hunting them? Or he simply being true to his own nature?”
He used his free hand to pull back some of Diana’s tangled black hair. The smile he gave her made her skin crawl.
“It is not my fault you and your 'sisters' were sheep who tried to be wolves, little Amazon.”
He stoked her cheek. The feel of her tears seemed to excite him further. Diana could smell the rich manly musk of him, like a wild beast in heat. “If that were not so, why is it you surrender to me so willingly, eh?”
For the chance to save my mother, bastard of Thebes, Diana thought bitterly. But she said nothing aloud.
Heracles laughed again. In his pride he clearly took her silence as a victory of his twisted logic.
“Such beauty,” he said softly. He lifted the wine goblet to her lips. “Drink,” he said softly.
Diana felt repulsed. It was as if the man actually thought he was seducing her, rather than forcing her to be his sexual slave. Nevertheless, she sipped the wine and felt the heat of it moving down her throat.
“Perhaps I will take you with me to Troy when I depart,” Heracles said. “You might find that a better fate than what waits for your sisters in the slave pens.”
“Or maybe,” he said, rising to his feet, “I will give you to my men. Their valour in taking this city of witches deserves a proper reward.” He laughed again, then presented his cock to Diana.
“Clean it,” he told her. “I feel the time has come for me to visit dear Hippolyta, and I want my weapon shiny and new for her. Do a good job,” he added with a sneer, “and I may make good on my word to take you to Troy.”
Diana looked at the phallus bobbing in front of her nose. Everything in her wanted to refuse. But each moment she kept the Son of Zeus here was a moment more that the Amazon rebels Darkseid showed her had to break her mother out and change the course of history.
If Hippolyta were not in her cell with Heracles arrived, the NEW history would be the Queen hunted down, caught, and crucified to death. And if that happened, neither Diana nor Donna would even exist.
“Well,” Heracles growled.
The kneeling heroine leaned forward and stuck out her tongue to lick the head of the penis. She moved her head to circle the large bulbous tip, then move down the length of the shaft. It was sticky with the man-god’s semen and her own pussy fluids. The smell of it lingered in her nose as she tasted the slightly sour flavour of drying sex.
“Good, very good,” Heracles told her. “Get me nice and hard for your lovely Queen.”
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X lowered her field glasses and thought about the situation. Her friends were somewhere inside that jungle, and she wanted nothing better than to charge in there, guns blazing, and kill everyone in her way until she got to them. But she had to be smart. A plan like that would only get them all captured or killed.
Plus, she really didn’t want another lecture from Donovan.
At that moment the Australian man stiffened. “Oh God,” he whispered.
X looked at him, following his gaze down to the field at the base of the hill they were on. She raised her own binoculars and trained it on the same spot, moving the glasses around to find what Donovan had seen.
When she found it, she froze.
A naked woman was hanging a heavy wooden X on the far side of the field. Her arms and legs were bound to the four beams by ropes, and metal spikes had also been hammered through her wrists and her feet to keep her in place. Her head hung down and her tangled blonde hair partly obscured her face.
“Jesus,” she whispered.
“What?” Paxley moved up a little closer. “What is it?”
“Yeah, don’t keep us in suspense,” Sands said lightly.
X swallowed. The woman had obviously been tortured – brutally so. Her body, once beautiful, was now a patchwork of bruises, cuts, welts and burns. They were everywhere – her belly, her legs and arms, and her breasts all bore the marks of terrible pain. One of her nipples looked to have been crushed and then burned.
X felt her hands shaking as she moved the binoculars down to the place between the long legs. The victim’s sex was a swollen, battered space that also bore the signs of scorching and being flogged. Thick, whitish fluid still coated the abused slit of her female entrance. She had been raped over and over in the most savage, merciless way.
“What is it?” Paxley said, when neither Donovan nor X answered him. A note of panic was creeping into his voice. “Tell me!”
X swallowed and ignored him. It was taking everything in her to keep professional about this. Forcing herself to stay detached, she inspected the woman on the cross again.
“One prisoner – white female.” She focused on the woman’s chest. There was no sign of breathing. Looking at the wounds where the nails had been hammered through the flesh there was bleeding, but not as much as might be expected. “She looks dead.”
Paxley was moving behind her. “Who is it? Is it Kirsten?”
“Blonde,” Donovan answered. His own voice was tight. “Can’t make out the face.”
“Let me see!” the programmer barked. He started to stand up, but Sands yanked him back down. “Let me go!” he shouted at her.
X rounded on him and slammed a hand over his mouth while Sands kept him pinned.
“Shut up!” she hissed at him. He looked at her with eyes that told her he was on the verge of hysteria. “Shut up or I will let Sands cut your throat right now! Do you hear me!”
Paxley stared back furiously but managed a stiff nod. X slowly removed her hand, and then went back to her gruesome inspection.
“She’s dead,” Donovan said matter-of-factly. “I’d say she was still alive when they…” He paused looking back over his shoulder in Paxley’s direction, and then went on. “When they put her there. But only barely.”
“I agree,” X said. Her heart was pounding her in her chest as she looked for a clue to the woman’s identity. She zeroed in on the crucified victim to try and look for any tell-tale sign – a mole, a mark that she would recognize from her recent, intimate knowledge of Kirsten’s nude body. But she had been drugged at the time and her memory was unreliable, and the abuse the woman had suffered made picking out any natural markings so difficult...
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