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Chapter
5
Luthors
Triumph
Someone had stuffed her mouth full of cotton
wool. She tried to spit it out,
but her mouth was so dry she couldnt manage
it. She was also very
uncomfortable. For some reason
her arms and legs wouldnt move.
With a low moan, Diana, Amazon princess opened her
eyes.
She was tightly bound, her elbows pulled so
close together that they were almost
touching. Ropes crisscrossed
her breasts and encircled her torso both above and below her breasts, pinning
her arms tightly to her body. Her
hands were actually free, but she couldnt move
them. The ropes binding her arms
more than compensated. Her legs
were bound as well, secured to the steel frame of the simple cot she was
lying on. She shook her head,
trying to clear it. How had this
happened? She didnt remember
anything that could account for her present situation.
Raising her head she tried to look about
her. She was in a cell of some
sort. There were concrete walls
on three sides of her and a heavy steel door on the
fourth. It was cold in the room,
the concrete walls seeming to suck the heat from the
air. This was made more intense
by the fact that she was completely
naked. Her dark nipples rose
from her cream-coloured breasts like
sentinels. Who would have done
such a thing to her? What motive
could they have for placing her in such a humiliating
situation?
She strained against the ropes that bound
her, suddenly filled with an overwhelming
fear. Amazons were not normally
given to panic, but the young and beautiful woman had never found herself
in such a perilous circumstance.
She could think of only one motive a captor might have for stripping
her and submitting her to such extreme
bondage. Compounding her
fear was the fact that she had never known a
man. The thought that she might
be subjected to rape terrified her.
The ropes would not give, but she continued
to struggle; the chill of the cell forgotten as sweat ran down her panting
body in rivulets. Her super strength,
however, was gone. Her magical
belt was the key to her power and that was nowhere to be
seen. She was still an Amazon,
however, and powerful muscles rippled beneath her velvet
skin. Given enough time she knew
she could escape, but would she have that time?
That question answered just a few seconds
later. With a clang the cell
door was swung open. A tall
ball-headed man stood there, backed up by two hulking
brutes.
Well, you are a sight, Luthor
said. If you had any idea
how appealing a woman is to me when she is covered in
perspiration
His
voice trailed off, the thought unfinished as he studied the magnificent woman
before him.
What a prize, Luthor
said. I thought I had achieved
something when I captured that Kryptonian schoolgirl, but you are a real
woman. I am really looking forward
to seeing what makes you tick. I
have already determined a few interesting things about
you. Your belt apparently has
healing powers. I strapped it
back on to you for a short while to see what would happen and you recovered
from your shocking experience. You
survived a 100,000 volt jolt by the way.
I have also determined that you are a
virgin. Tell me. Does that have
any bearing on your powers?
Diana finally found her
tongue. She had been too shocked
and humiliated to speak up before, but now she expressed her
outrage. How dare you treat
a daughter of Aphrodite in this manner?
Release me at once and I promise only to turn you over to the proper
authorities. If you do not you
risk the vengeance of an Amazon.
That last part sounds like fun,
Luthor countered. But I
have no intention of releasing you.
I have too much to learn about you, and there are too many people
who will pay me well to have some time alone with
you. After I am finished with
you, of course.
You are the foulest of villains,
cried Diana, her voice filled with
indignation. It will be your
lot to suffer the wrath of an Amazon.
Tell me, said Luthor, do
all Amazons speak in such a stilted and pompous manner, or are you a spokesperson
for the pretentious use of English?
Diana glowered at
him. It had never occurred to
her that anyone would find her mode of speech
amusing. No one had ever dared
correct her before. But now that
she thought about it, she remembered that she sometimes got some very strange
looks from her friends and acquaintances.
Never mind, Luthor
continued. I have am sure
that by the time we have finished our relationship I will have rid you of
most of your bad habits. He
turned to the two hulking escorts outside the
cell. Untie her legs and
bring her out of the cell.
Ive got some work to do.
The two henchmen untied Dianas feet
from the bottom of the bed, but left the rest of the ropes in
place. Setting her on her feet,
they attached an iron collar to her throat and attached two steel chains
to it. Then with one man walking
in front and the other behind they marched her down the
corridor.
There was nothing Diana could do to
escape. The man in front led
her by a six foot length of chain and the man behind held on to a similar
length. Neither man was close
enough to her to strike at, and the chains prevented her from closing the
gap with either of them. She
could do nothing but trot meekly after Luthor, highly conscious of her naked
body.
They entered a large room, filled with equipment
that was clearly intended to inflict pain and humiliation on anyone who had
the misfortune to be strapped into it.
There were already two people in the room sharing that
misfortune. They were both naked
and she knew both of them.
Diana wanted to call out their names, but
was mindful of keeping the identities of her friends
secret. So she merely stared
at Barbara and Kara without speaking.
Both women returned her look.
Barbaras eyes were filled with rage and fear; Karas with
despair. Diana wondered what
Luthor had done to the proud superheroine to so deflate her spirit and then
saw the bruises on her inner thighs and
breasts. The signs of rape were
unmistakable. Rage surged up
inside of her. How could anyone
have done such a thing to Kara? How
could anyone have done such a thing to
any
woman? But her rage was tempered
by fear. What had been done to
Kara could also be done to her.
Both women had been stripped of their clothing
and each was secured to large metal frame resembling a capital
H. Their legs were
secured to the bottom of the H and their arms were chained behind them and
attached to a winch set into the floor.
The winch had been tightened so that their backs were arched tightly
against the crossbar, a position both women clearly found
uncomfortable.
Barbara looked on miserably as her Amazon
friend was dragged into the room.
She had been chained to the H frame for several hours now, and her
muscles ached from the strain. She
had learned quickly that struggling to escape was
pointless. Strong metal bracelets
were attached to each wrist and ankle.
Fighting them simply resulted in a loss of
skin. Her back was pressed into
the crossbar, forcing her to arch her
body. Even with the suppleness
she had achieved through years of exercise she was in considerable
discomfort. The longer she remained
in the contrived position the greater the pain that was generated in her
cramped muscles and joints. And
she was in considerable pain, as was
Kara. She could hear her
friends heavy breathing as she fought to deal with the incredible agony
generated by the unnatural position of her
body. Unlike Kara, however, Barbara
knew what pain was like and had developed techniques to deal with
it. She relaxed her muscles and
tried to allow the tension to flow out of her
body. It worked to a certain
extent, but she knew that eventually she would be no better off than
Kara.
The sight of Diana depressed her
immensely. She was glad that
her new friend was not dead, but the sight of her being led into the room,
naked and tightly bound caused her to lose
hope. She could guess from the
condition of Karas body what had been done to
her. It was clear from the
girls pained and haunted expression that she had been subjected to
a terrible ordeal. If what was
being done to her now was any indication of the torment Kara had been put
through she understood what it must have been like.
She watched as Luthors goons led the
proud Amazon to a rack identical to those she and Kara were chained
to. One by one Dianas ropes
were removed and were replaced by the chains that bound her into the
machine. Her captors took no
chances. At no time was any part
of the Amazons body allowed to become free without being immediately
restrained. As Dianas
incredible body was arched across the crosspiece by the tightening of the
winch, Barbara saw an expression of rage and fear cross her friends
face.
Luthor surveyed his
captives. Three of the most gorgeous
women on the face of the planet.
The tall powerfully built blonde; the shorter auburn-haired bat girl;
and the powerfully muscled raven-haired
Amazon. They were all his, to
do with whatever he saw fit. He
could hardly believe his luck. He
had intended to capture the Kryptonian girl, but to capture the other two
was beyond anything he had imagined.
Who would show up next? he
wondered. The Huntress,
Black Canary? He shook
his head. Three were enough for
now. They would provide him with
several months of research.
Its time to get started
ladies. First I am going to collect
a little bit of data and then we are going to get down to
business. He motioned to
Jag and Rok. Slack them
off and stretch them out. I am
going to collect some statistical data.
All three women breathed a sigh of relief
as the winches were loosened. But
they were not released; instead their chains were rearranged so that their
wrists were attached to the top of the H and their ankles were pulled together
and secured to a large eyebolt in the
floor.
Their bodies were now
straight up and down. Luthor
approached them carrying a tape measure and a set of
calipers.
He started with
Kara. The superheroine said
nothing. She had long given up
protesting anything Luthor did to her, especially as she knew that it merely
gave him greater pleasure. He
already knew her height, weight, and general measurements, but now he wanted
to measured her in more detail.
Using the calipers he went over her body in meticulous
detail. The experience was horribly
humiliating, but Kara endured it in total
silence. She had learned that
Luthor enjoyed her protests and had no intention of providing any more amusement
than he could force from her.
Luthor took his time, using his instruments in the most private of
places. After each measurement he made a notation in his black
notebook. Then he went to
Barbara.
Dont touch me you piece of
filth! exclaimed the helpless teen.
She tried to shy away from his hands, but was held fast by her
restraint.
What manners! exclaimed
Luthor. I can see that
I am going to have to spend some time teaching you proper
respect.
When I get free, Im going to make
you wish youd never been born, you pathetic
freak!
Freak?
Me? laughed Luthor.
Im not the one who goes around in costumes that are so
tight fitting that you probably have an orgasm just
walking.
Barbara shut
up. She had caught a look from
Kara that told her protesting would be a waste of
time. Suddenly understanding,
she held her tongue. Luthor measured
her in the same meticulous manner her had measured
Kara. As he finished, he ordered
Rok to put a strain gauge on each of the heroines to see how much they
weighed. Then he went to
Diana.
The Amazon glared at him with as much dignity
as she could muster under the
circumstances. It is a
grave dishonour to treat women in such a
manner. Be sure that you will
come to regret your actions.
Theres that convoluted speech
again, Luthor laughed.
Someone is going to have to sit down with you and teach you
some proper English. I wish I
had the time, but Ive got some other sort of lessons planned for
you.
Diana tried not to think about what Luthor
meant by the last remark. She
had never felt so helpless before.
It seemed incredible that this pathetic creature could have captured
three of the greatest superheroines on the face of the
earth. It seemed even more incredible
that this warped individual was examining their bodies as if they were so
many slabs of meat. Taking her
cue from Kara and Barbara she held her tongue as Luthor measured her
body.
Luthor was more than disappointed by the lack
of response from the three heroines.
He had anticipated a lively exchange of words with them, but they
had given him nothing. He hid
his disappointment well, however.
After all, he had the upper hand and was certain that before the day
was out he would have all three women talking to his
satisfaction. He was now finished
and he studied his figures.
Superheroine
Height
Weight
Bust
Waist
Hips
Supergirl
59
135
35C
24
34
Batgirl
58
125
34D
23
34
Wonder
Woman
62
150
37D
26
35
Below these figures were several more columns,
measuring such minutiae as the length of their erect nipples (The Amazon
had the largest at 17 mm); the approximate weight of each of their breasts
(again the Amazon won out here with the bat girl a surprising second); and
the length of their labia majora.
He had expected the trio to make quite a fuss when he took these intimate
measurements, but they had frustrated his expectations by remaining completely
silent.
Bitches, he
thought. They would do anything
to deny him a little pleasure. But
he consoled himself with the thought that he had more than one way to get
a reaction out of them.
He stood back and surveyed them, jotting down
a few notes in the margin.
Quite a trio, he
thought. It was going to
take a long time to examine every one of them properly, but he was quite
prepared to take the time in the interests of
science. It would be a unique
study. He already had a title
chosen for the monograph he intended to
write.
A Dissertation on the Characteristics of Superheroines and the Origins
of Their Powers. It would
be a scientific first, right up there with
It was time to get
started. First there was that
little matter of disciplining the blonde superheroine for that kick in the
testicles she had given him. They
still hurt and were a constant reminder that she had not been properly
punished. The brutal treatment
he had meted out to her earlier was not
enough. He wanted to humiliate
her in front of her companions.
Only then would he feel properly
avenged. It would also serve
as an object lesson to the other two
heroines.
Turn the blonde around, he
ordered. It occurred to him that
he did not know any of the names of these
women. He found it irritating
to use the names given them by the
public. Perhaps that would be
something he could find out while he administered the superheroines
lesson.
Kara did not protest as Jag changed the chains
on her wrists so that she could be
turned. It was just one more
ordeal to go with the numerous other ordeals Luthor had subjected her
too.
She realized that she
was lost. She had hoped that
somehow she would be rescued, but the capture of her friends had dashed that
hope. Now she could only endure
and hope that somehow Luthor would make a mistake that would allow her to
escape.
The villain was standing behind and to one
side of her. Her belly was pressed
against the crosspiece and her
legs were spread and attached to each of the uprights of the
H. Her arms were stretched over
her head, leaving her as helpless and exposed as she had ever
felt. Turning her head slightly,
she glanced toward Luthor. Her
eyes widened as they focused on the brutal device he held in his
hand.
Do you like this? superheroine,
Luthor asked. I had it
especially made just for you, although I expect it will work just as well
on your friends. He stopped
to leer at Barbara and Diana, hoping to intimidate
them. If he did he was
disappointed. Each of the captive
women returned his glance without blinking, their faces
impassive. Already they had learned
that threatening or reviling the villain simply gave him more pleasure.
Kara
paled. Swallowing she tried to
prepare herself for the beating she was about to
receive. The whip Luthor held
was a fiendish device, consisting of a metal handle from which were strung
nine strands of wire. Each strand
was about two feet long and had tiny metal balls fastened to it every six
inches. The end of each strand
had a final large ball, three times the diameter of those located along the
strand. It had obviously been
designed to inflict maximum pain.
Barbara watched
horrified. Youre
not going to use that on her? she
protested.
Ill use it on you if you wish,
Luthor grinned. He flicked the
whip in front of Barbaras breasts, causing her to flinch
involuntarily.
The gods will punish you, chipped
in Diana.
Luthor snorted in
derision. Raising the whip he
brought it down across Karas flawless
back. She did not scream at the
first blow. Or even the first
eight, but once she started she could not
stop.
Thats it superheroine, let it
all out, Luthor sneered.
And while youre at it tell me your
name. Your real name, not that
pathetic moniker the media have attached to
you.
Kara revised her view of the
whip. She had thought the pain
inflicted on her by Luthors kryptonite rays and the rack could not
be surpassed, but this violence was every bit as bad and in some ways
worse. The nine flails ripped
her skin and the flesh beneath it to
shreds. Each of the tiny metal
balls cut into her, tearing out chunks of her
tissue. A full stroke knocked
the breath out of her and sent blood spraying in all
directions. Soon her entire body
was crimson from the numerous
lacerations. Within minutes she
started to go into shock, her body going into convulsions, while she screamed
until her throat gave out.
Diana and Barbara watched in horror, their
stomachs twisting as their friend and fellow superheroine was reduced to
a shrieking sniveling wreck. They
could hardly believe that such brutality existed or that Kara could possibly
survive such hideous treatment.
Luthor whipped Kara until her twisting body suddenly went
limp. Partially satisfied, Luthor
stepped away from her. He had
taught the heroine an unforgettable lesson, but he had not learned her
name. True to the superheroine
code the stubborn blonde had refused to reveal
anything. Take her down,
he ordered. She would be taken
back to her cell, where her body would miraculously
heal. In the meantime, it was
time to give the other heroines their first lesson.
Who would be
first? His eyes swept over the
Amazon. She was incredibly
beautiful. Jet black hair framed
a face with the most amazing deep blue
eyes. High cheekbones set off
a straight nose, below which were two of the most kissable lips Luthor had
ever seen. Her body was
exquisite. Her breasts were high
with dark, upturned cherry
nipples. Her waist was
narrow, contrasting with her flaring, childbearing
hips. And her long legs framed
the beautiful V between them, seemingly inviting him to position himself
there. Yes, she would be his
first choice. A virginal Amazon
princess. His manhood stiffened
as he thought of how he would soon end her imperious manner and leave her
begging for mercy.
Prepare the Amazon, he
ordered Put the other one
under tension again.
Barbara could only watch helplessly as Diana
was prepared. Jag
unchained her from the rack, but bound her tightly as he did
so. She was not sure what Luthor
had planned for her friend, but she hoped it would not
be
She could not let her
say the word. The thought of
the proud Amazon being violated was something her mind could not
accept. Her own situation became
exceedingly uncomfortable. She
was returned to her original position on the rack, and the winch was tightened
behind her. As her body was arched
farther and farther back she had to focus on relaxing her
muscles. The tension was much
worse this time as the winch was turned another two
notches. It took everything she
had to keep from moaning in agony.
She did not even see Diana being led from the
room.
Her removal from the rack did not bring Diana
any sense of relief. She had
seen the depraved look in Luthors eyes and knew that she faced a terrible
ordeal. Possibly the most terrible
ordeal an Amazon could face. But
she determined to face up to whatever torment was in store for her
bravely. She would not scream
or beg for mercy.
She was helpless to resist whatever was going
to be done to her. Her wrists
had been shackled behind her back and leg irons connected her
ankles. She could not run, kick,
or strike out. She was forced
to placidly follow the huge thug that held the chain connected to her
collar. They did not go
far. Just to a small room down
the hall from the torture chamber.
It was a room that sent shudders through her,
however. It was bare except for
a large tumbling mat. Her mind
did not have to work very hard to figure out what it might be used
for.
Jag hauled her into the room and reworked
her restraints. He was very good
at it. Whenever her took off
one set of manacles or irons he replaced them simultaneously with something
else that kept her tightly bound.
When he was finished she was sitting on the
mat. She was forced into a permanent
kneeling position by having her thighs and calves lashed together with several
loops of rope. Her wrists had
been secured to the top of each thigh and ropes had been run between her
legs up her back to her neck. They
were pulled tight, arching her back.
Additional rope had been run between, over, and under her
breasts. The ropes had been pulled
tight, cutting into the soft flash and causing her already prominent breasts
to stand out even more.
Luthor appeared as Jag
finished. He nodded his approval
and ordered him from the room.
Well, Amazon, he said, its just between the
two of us. He gazed down at the
helpless female. In spite of
her iron discipline, the Amazon was breathing heavily, her muscles taut as
she tried to fight clear of the ropes.
But Jag had done a superb job.
Pulling on one rope increased the tension on
another. It would take her hours
to loosen the knots sufficiently to allow her to
escape.
For one of the few times in her life Diana
felt real fear. Up until this
instant she had not really believed that anything could happen to her, but
what had happened to Kara had demonstrated that even the most powerful of
superheroines could be tamed. She
could still hear Karas agonized shrieks as the flesh was ripped from
her body. Now she was at the
mercy of the monster who had brutalized her friend.
She struggled to break free of the restraints
again, but she was completely
immobilized. The ropes around
her neck pulled tightly, partially cutting off her air
supply. They ran straight down
her back to her ankles. Any movement
pulled them tighter, threatening to strangle
her. The only way she could get
any relief was to arch her back, seemingly inviting Luthor to sample her
charms.
Her magnificent breasts were thrust
forward. The ropes that had been
wound around and between them cut into her flesh like some crude hemp
brassiere. The cords that passed
between her legs and encircled her hips and waist, cut painfully into her
crotch. Every movement caused
the rope to chaff the most delicate parts of her
body. As Luthor gazed down at
her, licking his lips, she fought to pull her hands free, but they were secured
tightly to the side of each of her
thighs. She could move them neither
forward nor back.
Luthor savored the
moment. Another superheroine
helpless before him. Beneath
his pants, his stiffening member throbbed in
anticipation. It was
time. His hands went to his
belt.
Diana watched as Luthor revealed
himself. She had never seen a
male organ this close before. The
size of it frightened her more than anything she had ever
known. What would it be like
to have that
thing
invade her body? Wide-eyed and
trembling she watched as Luthor kicked of his shoes and then removed his
pants. Without thinking, she
tried to break loose once again, straining futilely against her
bonds.
Luthors hand snaked out, catching hold
of her thick mane. Twisting her
head back, he moved her lips within inches of his
manhood. Diana shook her head,
struggling to escape, but succeed only in ripping some of her hair out by
the roots. Eyes wide, she stared
in fear at Luthors huge male
member. The stink of it pervaded
her nostrils and she swallowed as nausea welled up with inside
her. No, she gasped,
I will not do it. She
spoke calmly, trying to hide her fear.
Perilous as her situation was, she could not conceive of taking Luthor
in her mouth. And there was no
way he could force her. If he
tried to stick that thing into her, she would use her strong
white teeth to bite it off.
You dont make the rules here,
Amazon, Luthor said. Pushing
her head sharply back, he gripped her jaw and shoved something into her
mouth.
Diana almost gagged as her lips were forced
apart. She tried to bite down,
but Luthor had inserted some sort of metal device that pried her mouth
open. As she struggled to spit
it out, He grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his thick rod between
her lips.
Luthor moaned in pleasure as his lance invaded
the Amazons warm moist mouth.
The metal bit he had forced between her jaws consisted of a bar connecting
two metal spikes. He had wedged
it into her mouth so that any attempt to close her jaws would cause the spikes
to penetrate both the top and bottom of her
mouth. But there was plenty of
room beneath the connecting bar for his magic wand to
penetrate.
Diana gagged as Luthor deep-throated
her. She could not
breathe. Nor could she force
the vile object from her mouth no matter how hard she
tried. As Luthor thrust his rod
deep into her throat and then held it there, she battled in desperation to
keep from suffocating.
Luthor held tightly to the Amazons
hair. Watching her panic-stricken
struggles gave him almost as much satisfaction as an orgasm, but it was not
in his interest to have her die from lack of air, and so after a minute he
withdrew from the back of her throat.
Diana gulped
air. Unprepared for Luthors
attack she had not taken a deep breath.
She had been very close to passing out from lack of oxygen when he
finally allowed her to breathe. But
he allowed her only one mouthful of air before closing off her windpipe
again. Once more panic seized
her as she slowly suffocated.
Luthor played with the Amazons mouth
for about half an hour before he finally
withdrew. Diana was on the verge
of passing out when he finally decided that he had received enough
lubrication. Now it was time
to make a woman of her.
Still
reeling from the forced fellatio, Diana nevertheless responded as Luthor
moved between her thighs. She
spat out the metal device that held her mouth open and for the first time
she begged for mercy.
Please to not do this thing to me,
she pleaded. They were the hardest
words she had ever spoken in her life, but the fear of being dishonoured
petrified her. She could imagine
nothing worse than to be deflowered by the despicable villain who had captured
her. Her Amazon stoicism forgotten
she begged for her threatened virtue.
So you can speak, Luthor
sneered. I thought perhaps
youd lost your voice. Tell
me, Amazon, why should I show you any mercy?
To take a womans honour against
her will is the most wicked of acts, Diana
replied. No real man would
do such a thing.
Nonsense, Luthor
jeered. Thats not
the answer I wanted to hear. Tell
me the real reason why you want me to stop.
I have no other reason, answered
Diana.
Dont you? Luthor replied,
touching the tip of his phallus to Dianas nether
lips. I think it is because
you are afraid. Isnt it
true that the thought of a
man
forcing himself upon you is the ultimate Amazon
defeat? Isnt it true that
you are as frightened as a little girl by what I am going to do to
you?
No, Diana replied, it is
not true. I fear no
man.
Admit it, said Luthor, placing
one hand in the small of her back to steady her for his
thrust. Admit that you
are nothing more that a frightened virgin.
No, Diana
said. Her voice rising in
pitch. The glans of Luthors
penis had parted her labia. In
a few seconds she was about to lose her Amazon
virtue. She
broke.
Alright, the helpless heroine
replied, almost weeping in shame, I am
frightened. Please do not do
this thing to me. If you let
me go I promise not to harm you.
Luthor shifted his weight slightly away from
her, relieving the pressure on Dianas pleasure
gate. And your friends,
he said. What of
them? Will you betray them as
well? Give me the right answer
and you will go free.
Diana was
caught. Her fear was so great
that she might have even betrayed her own
mother. But her Amazon honour
would not let her commit such an act.
Eyes filled with tears, she shook her
head.
A heroine to the last, Luthor
sneered. Bowing his head he kissed
her left nipple. Sweet
as strawberries, he said.
Diana shuddered as her tender bud was teased
by Luthors lips. He sucked
it erect caressing it almost lovingly with his
tongue. Then he moved to her
other breast repeating the performance.
You like that dont you?
Luthor said. Underneath
that haughty superheroine façade youre just a whore desperate
to meet her master.
Diana did not
reply. The sensation of having
her nipples sucked sent chills through
her. It was a sensation both
erotic and terrifying. She shook
her head. Nothing this brute
did could arouse her.
Youre lying to me and yourself,
Luthor continued. He was so hard
he feared his penis would explode.
Moving his hands to her tight backside, he pulled her toward
him
The flexing of her backside was incredibly
erotic. He pushed toward
her.
Hera, please no! Diana
cried.
The goddess of wisdom wont save
you now, Luthor replied. He
thrust forward.
Diana grunted as he entered
her. It was every bit as painful
as she had feared, especially when he tore through her
hymen. But more than the pain
was the humiliation and dishonour of being
violated. And after that everything
got worse. Using his body weight,
Luthor forced the heroine over on her back and rode her like a
pony. Again and again he hammered
into her, savaging her virgin love canal.
At the same time he mauled her breasts, biting, squeezing, and twisting
the incredibly tender flesh.
Diana could do nothing but endure, but she
endured like a true warrior.
Ravaged and degraded, she held to the Amazon
code. One day she would avenge
herself on the filthy thug who had dishonoured
her. It was a promise to herself
she would keep even if it meant her death.
Luther slowly climbed off the sweating body of the woman he had just ravished. The hatred in her eyes burned into him. How different this raven-haired beauty was from the blonde superheroine. It would take more than just a few sessions to break her. He smiled; he was looking forward to it. Leaving the room he headed back toward the torture chamber. There was still the batgirl to entertain.
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