“Behold, Great Darkseid!” the little man chortled. “The Amazon has been rendered entirely helpless.”
“Interesting,” Darkseid remarked. “Have you found a way to neutralize her physical strength, De Saad?”
“Not at all, my lord. The Amazon’s body remains as powerful as ever.
But I have found a way to render her tremendous physical power irrelevant,” De Saad explained. “The Amazon’s body is largely impervious to physical torture, which is unfortunate, since such abuse can be quite satisfying.” Darkseid cast an intimidating glare towards his minion.
“...when such torture is carried out in the service of the great Darkseid, of course!” De Saad finished nervously.
“Of course. Continue,” Darkseid commanded.
“Yes, my lord! You see, the Amazon’s body is nearly invulnerable. But her mind is not. My devices can reach into that mind as easily as they could reach into the mind of the weakest Hunger Dog. I have found her greatest weakness, my lord!”
“I require a demonstration, De Saad,” Darkseid decided.
“Yes, of course, mighty Darkseid! At once!” Wonder Woman’s statuesque body floated in midair before them, suspended in a transparent tube. Her eyes were closed. Near the tube was a large viewscreen, which De Saad now activated. He then moved to a bank of computers.
“The Amazon has little experience of pain, which makes torturing her especially exquisite,” De Saad enthused. “Like all of her kind, she has a special aversion to being chained. I will therefore begin, my lord, by shackling her.”
The viewscreen now showed Wonder Woman on a table rack,her wrists chained above her head, her ankles secured to the foot of the device. Diana’s body, which remained floating in the tube, moved to mimic the position of the video Amazon. The flesh-and-blood Wonder Woman raised her wrists high over her head. Her bracelets clicked together. Her eyes
remained closed. On the screen, the electronic Amazon struggled in her chains. In the tube, Diana’s body duplicated every move, twisting and squirming in her skimpy uniform. Her generous, round breasts threatened to spill out over the top of her red bustier.
De Saad laughed. “Of course, the Amazon would have no trouble breaking free of a primitive torture device such as you see on the screen, my lord. But that is the beauty of this software. It robs her of her powers. The computer tells her mind that she is helpless in her chains,and she believes it!”
“Cease your prattling and proceed with the torture,” Darkseid ordered.
“At once, my liege!” At the touch of a button, Diana’s imaginary chains began to tighten. Her mighty muscles tensed and strained, but she was securely locked into the rack. She whimpered as the chains began to stretch her. She wasn’t used to feeling so helpless, so powerless! And then the pain began: slight and subtle at first, a tension, a small stretching, then growing into something monstrous. Agony rippled through her taut, supple body. She began to scream wildly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had never imagined that pain could feel like this! It was horrible!
In the tube, Diana’s body imitated her electronic doppleganger perfectly. Every twitch, every spasm, every scream was duplicated. Diana’s muscles flexed as the pain flowed through her.
“Fascinating,” Darkseid admitted. “She looks as if she is actually suffering.”
“I assure you, she is,” De Saad asserted. “Nor is there any limit to the variety of tortures she may be forced to undergo. Observe, my lord!”
On the viewscreen, the table rack vanished. Now Diana stood spread-eagled against a dungeon wall, her wrists tightly chained to the stone surface. She was naked except for her golden tiara. Her nipples were the color of plum wine; they were hard, and perfectly round. She had no pubic hair, for body hair is unknown among the Amazons. Someone-De Saad, perhaps?--was approaching her with a branding iron. Her eyes were
wide and full of tears. She whimpered as her tormentor approached.
“Please, no, oh, please, don’t burn me...” In the tube, Diana’s body imitated her on-screen posture; her full, red lips mouthed the words even as her electronic double spoke them.
“Are her pleas part of your program, De Saad?” Darkseid inquired.
“No, my lord!” De Saad assured him. “She is responding naturally.”
“I would not have expected such weakness from her,” Darkseid muttered.
“It is somewhat surprising,” De Saad agreed. “But recall, lord Darkseid, that this woman is used to being a dominant, powerful figure.
Perhaps it should not surprise us to learn that she would break quickly, if she found herself naked and chained in a dungeon, about to be branded. Here her very strength works against her, for as soon as she is robbed of it, she is rendered even more helpless than an ordinary mortal.” On screen, the brand pressed hard against Diana’s lean, flat belly. She howled in agony, her body convulsing as the pain erupted into her. Her
screams filled the chamber in stereo, for her body sang out in pain even as she suffered on the screen.
“The body is only a tool, my lord,” De Saad pontificated. “It is of some use during torture, but where pain really happens is in the mind. Here we can bypass the body’s clumsy physical interface, and feed agony directly to the source. Of course, this is particularly necessary in the case of the Amazon, since ordinary physical torment is ineffective on her...”
“Silence, De Saad. I grow weary of your prattling. Show me further tortures,” Darkseid demanded.
“At once, my liege!” The dungeon vanished; the screen now showed Diana-still naked apart from her tiara-hanging from a noose. The noose glowed softly; Darkseid realized that it had been fashioned out of the Amazon’s enchanted lariat. De Saad enjoyed such details.
Diana’s wrists were tied in an unusual way. De Saad’s computer had bound her with another length of the magic lasso. The rope circled her tiny waist, then slipped down between the tight, firm cheeks of her Amazonian ass. It emerged between her thighs, then ran up to her wrists,binding them securely.
This placed Diana in a difficult position. Her natural instinct was to reach up, towards her throat. She clearly felt a desperate need to slip her fingers under the noose as it strangled her. She had to loosen the deadly loop which was choking the life from her. But as she struggled to raise her hands, she only succeeded in pulling the golden rope deeper into her tight pussy cleft. Her face now showed a double pain: the agony of slow strangulation, coupled with the humiliating torment of a good, tight
crotch rope. Darkseid could see her struggling to keep her hands down.
But the task was too much even for her Amazonian will. Her hands rose towards her throat as if they had a will of their own. As they rose, the glowing, golden rope bisected her cunt, digging deeper and deeper into the flesh until at last a thin trickle of Diana’s immortal blood began to run down the magic strand. In the tube, Diana’s body floated upright, her hands quivering in front of her breasts, a look of purest pain on her
face. She was making soft gagging sounds, and Darkseid could see that her breathing was erratic and irregular, as it would be if she were truly being hanged. The Diana in the tube was identical to the Diana on the screen, except that the former was unbound, and still wore her red, blue and gold uniform.
“One obvious advantage of this sort of nonphysical torture,” De Saad murmured softly, “is that it can go on almost indefinitely. There is no actual harm to the victim’s body. As long as she is given food, water and rest, she should live out a normal life span. In the case of an Amazon,of course, a normal lifespan is nearly infinite. Apart from the minimal rest periods which are necessary to ensure that her mind does not snap,
the victim’s existence becomes one of incessant agony and suffering.”
On the screen, Diana was still hanging, but her convulsions had slowed; she was barely moving now. “What is the next torture?” Darkseid demanded.
“My lord,” De Saad said tentatively, “the Amazon is now close to death. I believe that we should allow her to die.”
“You would end her suffering so quickly?” Darkseid growled.
“Forgive me, lord!” De Saad groveled. “I did not speak clearly. I should have said that we will allow her to die in her mind’s eye, for that is the beauty of this torture machine. The victim can experience death. She can feel the spark of life leave her. This sensation is absolutely accurate, for I recorded the deaths of over a thousand women while preparing this software. The Amazon will die in every respect, save one:
her body will live, and within moments of her demise, she will once again be suffering.” As they watched, Diana entered her death throes. Her exquisite body quivered with tortured spasms; her huge, round breasts bounced seductively, dark nipples turgid, as she arched her back and uttered a strangled cry. Her eyes stared straight ahead, horrified,lifeless. Her hands relaxed and fell down in front of her bleeding cunt.
Warm piss rolled down her thighs. She twitched twice. She was clearly dead.
And yet within moments she had returned to the table rack on which she had begun this impossible torture session. Once again she was stretched and suffering; once again she screamed in stereo. This time she was naked,and De Saad was standing over her with a scalpel. “The device makes possible tortures which would exceed the endurance of any actual woman,” De Saad observed, as his video counterpart sliced open Wonder Woman’s
belly. Moving with the sureness and precision that came from long years of practice, he scooped her guts out into a waiting bucket. As she howled in desperate agony, he then lifted a small, glowing sphere and placed it into her belly cavity. He closed her wound with an old-fashioned needle and thread, taking his time, sewing her like a garment.
“The globe delivers internal heat and shocks to the victim,” De Saad observed.
“Of course, no real woman would live long without her intestines; even the Amazon would be hard pressed to do that. But here she can live forever with that ball of pain in her belly. Or if you prefer, we can move on to another torture, lord Darkseid.”
Diana’s cries were those of a desperate animal; stretched, gutted, her insides ablaze, she was as fully tortured as a woman could possibly be.
“Leave her like that for the night,” Darkseid decided. “In the morning we will place her on a regular regimen of torture. You have done well, De Saad.”
‘Thank you, my lord,” De Saad said with a deep bow. Praise from Darkseid was rare indeed.
“Torturing the Amazon could become your life’s work,” Darkseid observed as he departed.”I would find that a most satisfying career,” De Saad decided． END