It's been a long wait but thank you to Margot and all the folks who have worked to restore our beloved haven.
As a way of kicking things off in the newly restored GIMP site, here is a whole chapter of one of the stories from my Patreon site.
This one is from the Wonder Woman peril parody, LET INJUSTICE BE DONE
WONDER WOMAN
Let Injustice Be Done
Part One
Author's note - this story takes place during the events in
Justice League of America Vol 2, Issues 12 - 15
Blinded by Doctor Light and half frozen by Killer Frost, it had still taken the Injustice League eight to one odds to bring her down.
Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of the Amazons, sat in the metal chair. She didn’t rest there willingly. Rather, her beautiful six-foot frame was restrained by bands that would have seemed more appropriate to binding a rampaging Tyranosaur than a human woman.
But of course, Diana, was not just ANY woman. Her strength rivalled that of heroes like Superman and Captain Marvel. Her skill in battle was a match for adversaries like the Batman or Deathstroke the Terminator.
Lex Luthor had been well aware of how formidable an opponent she was. Her lithe young body could move with a dancer’s grace, and deal damage like a weapon of mass destruction. That was why his accomplices had launched their attack while she was isolated from her team-mates and taken by surprise.
Attacked in a hospital where she was reluctant to unleash her full power, Diana had been handicapped by Light and Killer Frost’s ambush. Blinded and slowed, the armoured warrior had been left vulnerable to the Injustice League’s teleport technology. Wonder Woman had found just enough time to shout a warning to Hawkgirl to get clear and warn the rest of the League before she had found herself in the criminals’ Hall of Doom. Staggered, outnumbered, and surrounded by some of the most powerful and deadly villains in the history of the planet.
And then all hell had broken loose.
The towering woman Giganta had been among the first to go down. At fifty feet tall, she was so big a target that Diana’s flash dazzled vision was no impediment to the Amazon landing a punch. Her collapse had pinned the Cheetah and Major Force and sent unpowered criminals like Captain Cold and Chesire scurrying for cover.
As Luthor had anticipated, the female powerhouse had not tried to escape. Wonder Woman had pressed her attack, lashing out with fists and feet and Amazon fury. In the first ten seconds of battle Black Manta had been rendered unconscious,Poison Ivy had seen her deadly plant servants reduced to splintered timber, and their remnanats used the hammer the hulking Solomon Grundy through the chamber wall.
Ultimately, though, it was a matter of numbers.
For every villain Wonder Woman’s fists or feet knocked unconscious, there were three more to take their place. She had no doubt enjoyed the look of sheer terror on the serial rapist Doctor Light’s face as she clawed her way through Deathstroke and the alien Mongul to get to him. Luthor had even been tempted to allow her to reach him, just to see how far Diana was prepared to go.
Prudence dictated otherwise though. Even as she reached out to seize his throat her mind had exploded with pain that sent her to her knees.
Suffer.
Diana had heard the deep bass voice of Gorilla Grodd growling in her head. Claws of fire twisted through her brain and sent her sprawling as Mongul’s hammer like fists had struck her again and again.
“Surrender, Wonder Woman,” another voice has said. Luthor, one of the leaders of this perfidious crew. “Or don’t. It will make no difference.”
She remembered struggling past the pain of Grodd’s psychic attack. Diana had caught Mongul’s arm and used him to as a bat to clear a space. She had made it to her feet and focussed on landing another blow as the wall of enemies closed in.
“Amazons do not surrender, Luthor,” she had grunted.
“They will,” the scheming super-criminal had told her smugly.
Energy blasts seared her back and her chest. Fists battered her mercilessly. The claws of the catlike Cheetah and the female assassin Cheshire had raked her flesh.
Diana remembered crying out in anger as they hurt her. She had landed a few more blows but the damage of her wounds slowed her down even further and made her vulnerable.
So in the end it had merely become a beat down. She was forced to her knees with a half dozen beings who could crush tanks and level buildings pounding on her again and again. By the time they drove her to the floor Diana was tasking her own blood and her cries of anger were replaced with screams of pain that only stopped when reduced her to unconsciousness.
It had taken a while, and she knew villains beating her had enjoyed every second.
That was then. Since that defeat Diana had been held in the stasis fastenings. She surmised they were created by Luthor’s science to render her helpless. The bindings used neural blockers to paralyse her, rendering her incredible strength meaningless. At the same time virtual reality headgear had alternately kept her unconscious or fed her information about her team-mates being made to suffer.
She had been roused from blackness to see the young man Geo-Force savagely beaten by the gigantic Shaggy Man. Later she had witnessed the beautiful black girl Vixen being subjected to energy bursts that made her howl and squirm. The male villains watched the movements of her curvaceous body with undisguised pleasure, leering at her breasts and her ass while the heroine writhed under the punishment.
Diana had seethed with frustration at seeing her team-mates and friends tortured. She would gladly have taken their place, a fact Luthor was no doubt aware of. Making her watch them suffer while she was left helpless was a psychological torment for the dark-haired Amazon warrior; a way to show her that she was powerless.
Now Wonder Woman found herself awake in this chair, in this room. From where she sat, the floor was a flat circle leading up to curving metal walls. Red lights rising in lines from floor to the ceiling high above gave it a hellish appearance.
The chair itself was made of what Diana suspected was a promethium alloy. Some of the strongest metal Earth science had created, and beyond even her power to break out of. Energized couplings glowed next to her head and along the heavy beams to which her arms were fastened, pulled back behind her and bent at the elbows.
Another heavy metal band crossed her midriff. Below her narrow waist, Diana’s long legs were pulled slightly apart and her red booted feet secured at the ankles. Flexing her powerful muscles only served to confirm that this chair had been built to hold anyone up to and including visitors from the planet Krypton.
Diana fought to control her emotions. The history of her people included instances where the women of her race had been chained and made into the sport of their captives. For an Amazon, there was no greater insult.
A door opened. Diana breathed out. Whatever happened, she would face it with courage.
Lex Luthor walked in. The bald man was wearing the green and purple battle armour of his own design. The metal boots clanked against the floor as she came to a stop in front of her.
The villainous genius was flanked by the slender, bearded Doctor Light and the massive black shaggy form Gorilla Grodd. A towering, long haired man with giant arms and a unkept beard walked behind Luthor. Diana recognized him as the criminal called Mammoth, and remembered his fists raining blows down on her as she lay helpless.
“Wonder Woman,” Luthor said with a smile. He leaned closer to look at her. “I see that the bruises from your subdual have fully healed. Remarkable.”
“Yours won’t heal so quickly once I’m done with you, Luthor,” Diana assured him.
“Arrogant,” Light said. His narrow face worked itself into a sneer. “Like all super-bitches. You think you’re something special, woman, but you’re the one tied in the chair.”
Diana didn’t even look at him. “You’ve come down in the world Luthor. Once a respected businessman, and now served by scum who squeal like a spoiled child at the thought of a real fight.”
Light took a step forward by Luthor’s hand on his chest restrained him.
“Now, now, good Doctor. Let us not be goaded into some rash action that our captive Amazon could use to her advantage.”
Grodd stepped closer and gazed down at the woman in the chair with his beady, malevolent eyes.
“Her brain was strong, for a human” he growled, speaking aloud this time. A massive paw touched Diana’s long dark hair as she glared back at him. “I’d like to crack her little skull open and know what it tastes like.”
“All in good time,” Luthor assured his gorilla colleague. “We have an agreement, remember. They all stay alive until we have Superman here with us. I don’t want to deny any of his team mates the opportunity of seeing their great champion finally die by my hand.
Luthor smiled at his beautiful prisoner. “Or deny him the pleasure of seeing his friends broken and destroyed before he dies in defeat.”
Diana narrowed her eyes. “You’ll never see Superman defeated, Luthor. And you will certainly never see me broken.”
The man in the armour smiled wider. “It’s so amusing that you think so.” Then he turned towards the bearded man in black standing next to him.
Light stepped forward. Unlike Luthor he did not carry a smile. The look on his face was one of contempt. For Wonder Woman, sitting in the chair, the hatred radiating from the man was as potent and palpable as the light energy he channelled.
“A while back you let your Justice League friends destroy my mind, Wonder Woman,” he said with a snarl. “I’m going to enjoy being part of returning the favor.
If the man in black was expecting the bound woman to cower, he was disappointed. Her blue eyes finally moved to look at him as she spoke calmly.
“Your mind is diseased, Arthur Light,” Diana responded, using his real name. “A sick place of dark thoughts and twisted urges. If you think I’m going to apologize for wiping it clean, you’re as crazy as the Joker.”
“Oh, you will apologize, Amazon,” Light snarled, his eyes becoming even more bright with hate. “And beg. Just wait.”
He raised his gloved finger. The tip began to glow brightly, the light gaining strength until Luthor and Grodd were squinting.
Diana squinted too, but she refused to look away even in the face of such blinding radiance. It was like a star had settled to earth on the man’s hand.
Stepping forward, Light brought the blazing point into contact with the front of Diana’s curvaceous armoured body.
There was a hiss. Diana clenched her teeth. While not indestructible, the armour had been forged by Amazons to be incredibly resilient. It had survived battles with opponents whose strength rivalled the gods themselves.
Now Doctor Light was pouring all his considerable energy into the laser light around his hand. It turned his finger into cutting device burning a hundred times hotter than an acetylene torch. It sliced through the tough material of Wonder Woman’s protective gear, and the heat created made Diana tense in pain as it burned against her skin.
“Careful, Doctor,” Luthor said from where his hand protected his eyes from the intense light. “We don’t want her killed or disfigured. Not yet, at least.”
“Relax, Luthor,” Light said. Me moved the finger down, slowly cutting a seam down the side of the red and gold bustier. “I have no intention of doing either.”
The man who had once raped Ralph Dibny’s wife looked at Diana’s face and his mouth twitched. “As you say, not yet at least.”
Diana set her jaw grimly. His anticipation of abusing her body only added to her resolve to defy him.
Light continued cutting until he reached the captive super heroine’s hip. It took longer to slice through the gold metal belt circling her waist. Gobbets of molten residue dripped from the melting alloy.
Diana felt the sting but remained silent – her flesh was incredibly resilient to flame, but the laser around Light’s finger was much hotter than any normal fire. With all his power concentrate onto a single point and with the Amazon Princess unable to defend herself, the sadistic villain could have drilled a hole straight through her body.
But Luthor had the man on his leash for the moment. Light controlled his lust to inflict pain, consenting to keeping the majority of his damage to the red armour and then the blue star spangle pants girding Diana’s loins.
As his laser cut through the blue cloth on her hip, Diana could see the fervent pleasure in the man’s face. The sight of his deranged enjoyment left her feeling physically ill.
With one side of her costume thus compromised, Light went to work on the other side. In minutes he had sliced through that as well. The laser energy around his finger sputtered and died as he completed his task. Beads of sweat ran down his long face as testimony to the resilience of Amazon smith-craft.
“Mammoth, if you please,” said Luthor.
The bearded hulk stepped forward and gripped the top of Diana’s chest plate. He paused, probably relishing this task Luthor had given him
With a yank he tore it away, leaving the princess of the Amazons naked from her boots up. The men in the room stood silent and took in the beauty revealed.
The blonde Power Girl’s breasts might be bigger, and Catwoman’s legs longer. The alien princess Starfire was doubtless more openly sexual.
But Wonder Woman’s body was breath taking – every curve and line exactly proportional to every other to create a sensual symmetry without equal. Her full breasts with their quarter-size nipples, her strong shoulder, the flat and athletic midriff and the narrow hips, and finally the trimmed black line of hair above the slit of her sex. Her body it was everything a man desired in a woman.
In a captive woman chained and helpless, it was everything a villain dreamed of. Only Grodd, with his simian sense of what was beautiful in a female, was not staring in wonder.
“Perfection,” Luthor said, admiring the form revealed. “Your race is truly to be congratulated, Princess. I look forward to the day they all kneel at my feet.”
“So do I,” the bearded Doctor Light hissed. He was practically drooling at the sight of Earth’s mightiest and most beautiful woman chained and naked.
A dozen different things to say flickered through Diana’s mind, but the look she caught in Grodd’s brown eyes suggested he knew every one of them. She smiled internally at that.
Your plans are going to fail, Grodd, Wonder Woman thought confidently. And when this is all done you will have accomplished nothing but receiving another beating. Again.
“She remains stoic,” the giant ape rumbled.
“Naturally – surrender is not in her nature, as she told us,” Luthor said. He stepped forward and reached out to take strand of the woman’s midnight black hair. “She must be educated in the virtues of compliance.”
“I fear you will you find me a slow learner,” Diana told him.
Luthor’s eyes travelled down her almost naked body again.
“It is to be hoped so,” the villain chuckled. “And yes…you will fear. Soon.”
The bald man walked over to the wall and pressed a panel. It opened to reveal a set of control. He pressed the touch pad and activated sensors, and Diana felt a hum run through the chair.
Sensing movement she looked out and saw parts of the structure form hair line seams. They moved and swung up, like the petals of some vile flower unfolding. Glowing circles of dull light took up position on either side of her head, while somewhat larger capacitors move out to flank her curving chest.
“That exquisite female body can withstand a great deal of physical duress, Princess,” Luthor said, working the controls as he watched the pulsing energy units move into position. “The destructive energy required to cause the kind of stimulation we wish would quickly melt the walls of this chamber. Rather counterproductive for our plans.
“Fortunately, there is an alternative.”
He pressed a touch pad square and the lights on either side of her head and breasts glowed brighter. To the men watching cheery illumination highlighted her proud features and the splendid symmetry of her tits.
Diana clenched her fists but remained silent.
“Any human body, even yours, is basically a series of electrical circuits. With the right manipulation we can cause disruptions to those signals. Observe.”
Crackling arcs of light flickered in the red pulsing capacitors, and Diana stiffened. It felt like there were insects crawling under the skin of her skull and her breasts.
“She feels it,” Grodd said in his dour tones. Light smiled.
“Of course she does,” Luthor said confidently. He slid his finger along the pad slowly, and the crackling red glow became more intense.
Diana’s face tightened. The discomfort quickly became constant pain, as if the imaginary insects were now not just crawling beneath her skin but biting and stinging. Her long lashed eyelids fluttered, and her fists slowly closed and opened.
Her breasts swelled with an intake of air, and the raven-haired princess used her warrior discipline to adjust to the torment. Amazon warriors like Diana knew that pain was often the price one paid for victory. She could bear this.
“That’s level three,” Luthor announced. “Of ten, naturally. Let’s proceed.”
“Yes, let’s,” Light hissed.
The red light grew brighter, and tendril of sparking crimson lighting flicked across Wonder Woman’s temples and the skin of her breasts.
For the woman in the chair, the stinging became burning. The pain crackled long her nerves. Diana’s teeth clenched and little sounds of effort came from her as she quivered in the shackles.
The human males watching could see her muscles flexing under the smooth flesh as she instinctively tried to pull herself away from the source of her suffering. Her blue eyes fluttered as she struggled to stay in control.
“And now seven,” Luthor said.
So they were only at six. Diana fought down the fear at that realization. The energy touching her now stabbed into her, flaring against her skin before it soaked into her body and raced along her nerves. She jerked in the restraints as her back arched sharply.
“Yes, that’s it,” Light muttered. His eyes were fixed on the perfect tits now thrust out towards him as the bound woman felt her pain increase. “More. Make her suffer Luthor.”
The bearded Mammoth grunted in agreement, his cold eyes fixed on the naked body in the chair.
But Luthor had other plans. “Patience, my dear Doctor. An experience like this is a wine to be savoured, not beer to be swilled down.”
In the chair Diana breathing now came in ragged, panting gasps. The searing torment racing through her made her twitch and squirm. Beads of sweat formed on her skin as her body tensed hard. The muscles in her toned arms and legs were straining as if she were running a race of lifting huge weights. Her flat belly rippled from the sternum down to the place between her spread thighs.
Diana closed her eyes, calling on all of her Amazon training to keep from crying out. She knew Luthor and the other men wanted that – to hear her scream in pain. To admit that they were strong enough to make her cry out.
Wonder Woman refused to give them that victory. Mostly because it meant that they remained focussed on her torture and left the rest of her team mates along. But also, in part because her warrior pride refused to bow down to their will.
Luthor came back over and stood looking down at her. Diana shifted her eyes to glare back at him as she spoke in polite tones to the woman he was torturing.
“I think we’ll leave you there for a while, Amazon. Let the experience really sink in. I’ve no doubt you can resist this machine for quite some time, but we have plenty of that. It’s been…what? Five minutes. Think about what it will be like to sit there for an hour. Then four hours.”
Diana’s red lips curled back in a sneer as her breasts quivered gently. “This…isn’t….over, Luthor.”
The bald man smiled. “That’s right, Diana. This is only the beginning of a long road.” He looked down her naked body, already gleaming with a thin film of sweat.
“A very long road,” he added.
He stepped back and gestured to the other villains. “Come, my friends. The cameras will record our beautiful guest’s adventure. Let us leave her to her thoughts.”
“Not going… to stay and gloat…” Diana said, forcing a defiant smile.
“I’ve much to do,” Luthor said. “And other guests to see to. I’m informed the capture of Black Canary is imminent, and
I’m sure Doctor Light wants to be there to welcome her.”
The man in black looked back at Wonder Woman and gave her a smile like a shark smelling blood as they walked out the door.
Diana watched them go. Energy crackled against her tits, and her nipples felt like they had caught fire. The pain in her head was lick broken glass grinding against the inside of her skull. She jerked again, panting. The pain licked over her like a tongue soaked in acid, burning every part of her female body.
Focus. Stay strong. Don’t give up.
She could do this. She had to do this.
The torture continued…
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