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Hell in Paradise
Chapter I
?So, at last we have the fabled champion of Paradise Island, and her sisters,’ came a voice form one of the monitors. All around the hall the invading troops, strongly built men in dark blue uniforms, arms folded across their chests and faces obscured by black masks with eye slits with reflective lenses. All the captured women had seen the fighting prowess of these men, skill and strength to match even the greatest of the Amazons of Themyscria.
Diana looked up, her voice calm but her eyes shining dangerously. ‘Who are you,’ she asked. Her voice was melodious, but with an edge of steel. ‘Why have you loosed these creatures upon us.’
The monitor remained blank, but the voice spoke again. Diana strained futilely to place it through the masking distortion. ‘We have released much more than our shock troops, Princess Diana,’ it intoned.
Into the hall strode another group of costumed individuals. They were led by a tall man in black and bronze armour, and a mask that had only one eye-hole. A sword was slung over his back, and a heavy pistol holstered at his hip. Beside him walked another man who was dressed in a simple but well tailored business suit, with dark hair and a well groomed moustache and heard. Under the ordinary clothes his body was clearly hard and powerful, and his brown eyes glinted with a fierce, hungry light. ‘Deathstroke the Terminator,’ Donna snarled from her place around the hall, looking at the masked man. ‘,and Vandal Savage.’
‘At your service, Ms Troy,’ nodded Deathstroke. He gestured a gloved hand to those behind himself and Savage. ‘You will know my associates from the Fearsome Five, of course, though not all could be present. ‘Only Psimon,’ he waved to a tall gaunt figure clad in a simple cloak, with pale mauve skin and beady eyes set in a large hairless head that seemed to pulse slightly; ‘Gizmo,’ indicating a short man in a green jumpsuit covered with tools and pouches, a red beard and a hood that come down almost to his yellow goggles; ‘and Mammoth,’ he concluded, pointing to a huge man, eight feet tall and seemingly almost as wide, with long red hair and a thick bushy beard.
‘What is your business here, mercenary,’ Diana said to Deathstroke.
‘Allow me to answer,’ said Savage, stepping forward to within a few feet of the chained Amazon. ‘Certain parties have interests in the resources your island provides,’ he said. His voice was cultured, yet somehow every syllable dripped with primitive menace. ‘The ones behind those monitors and ourselves have an agreement for sharing those resources. Most especially, your human resources,’ he added with a mirthless grin.
Diana’s eyes narrowed. ‘None of us will cooperate with your plans,’ she said, and she felt waves of encouragement coming to her from her friends around the hall. They were all equally resolved. ‘Your time here will be wasted.’
‘Hardly,’ came the voice from the monitor. ‘The cooperation of you and your sisters and associates is not required, in any case, though those wise enough to do so will find the experience a good deal less uncomfortable.’ The other women’s eyes flared, but Diana remained steely calm. ‘You would do well to advise them to make things easy on themselves, Wonder Woman.’
Diana scanned the hall, seeking the eyes of those other chained with her. In each she saw the same thing. ‘I’m afraid we will have to disappoint you,’ she replied.
‘Not at all,’ the monitor replied. Mammoth and Gizmo chuckled, and Psimon smiled like a ghoul. Savage raised a hand and pressed a finger to a control. Diana felt her bonds unclasp behind her back.
From around the hall the other heroines saw Diana move her hands around the front. Her gleaming silver bracelets had been replaced by the same electronic ones that they all wore. As she brought them forward, Savage spoke softly, so that his words carried only to the Amazon princess. Diana’s eyes went wider, then her face became stern and grim as the supposedly immortal villain leaned back, smiling at the dark haired woman in front of him.
‘And now,’ the monitor spoke again, ‘I believe we would all like a demonstration of Amazon hospitality.’
Savage smiled even wider. ‘Strip, princess,’ he sneered.
Donna and the other captives waited for Diana’s savage reply and the unleashing of her legendary battle skills. But instead, her sister blinked once, then closed her eyes and reached around for the clasp on her golden belt.
‘Diana, no!’ Donna shouted. Black Canary strained forward as well, calling out, ‘Diana, even if they’re threatening us, you don’t have to?’ But Diana held up her hand.
‘Donna, Canary, it’s alright. It is,’ she paused, looking at the men leering at her, ‘a small thing, to amuse small minds. Out time will come soon enough.’
Diana turned back to savage. Every male eye in the room was fixed on the ravishing heroine.
She reached around, and undid the belt from around her slender waist. She held it out to Savage, and he took it, waiting.
Diana kept her eyes on his chest, and put her hands behind her. Deftly she released the catch on her torso armour. It loosened, still clinging to up-curves of the planets most perfect breasts. Diana shrugged her wide shoulders, letting it fall forward away from her. She took it in her hands and passed it to Savage, who stood with the other men gazing at her.
They were treated to a sight such as no man there had ever seen; a flat stomach, taught and toned without being losing any feminine beauty, sculpted as if from smooth alabaster and decorated with a delicate navel. Above her abdomen the princess’ ribs were only just visible by the muscles coating them, and above them, sitting as high and firm as if they e supported by the sexiest bra in the world, two round and exquisite breasts, each a perfect c-cup dome of flesh and tipped with round dark pink nipples the size of quarters. The light gleamed from the smooth curves, and left shadows between the defined cleavage as Diana stood still and said nothing as the invaders of her home ogled her body.
Savage held the armour with mock reverence, staring at the unveiled wonders before him along with the rest. He placed the bodice in one hand, then extended the other, waiting patiently. Several of the men around the wall shifted listlessly, and the members of the fearsome five strained visibly for a better view.
Diana took a steadying breath that made the males watching tremble with lust, and moved her hands to her star-spangled briefs, pushing her thumbs through the sides were they came up sharply over her hips. Bending her knees, she pushed the pants quickly down past her knees, stepping out of them and rising to hand them to Savage.
He took them, then turned his eyes on the back to raven haired woman in front of him, naked now but for her tiara and high red boots. Her lower body was every bit as exquisite as the rest of her, long athletic legs rising smoothly up to supple hips and a flat tummy and framing a tight young pelvis and crotch. Nestled there with her taught thighs either side, a neatly trimmed line of black thatch ran in a narrow band down to a sweet, unspoiled cleft in that creamy skin, the lips of that Wonder Woman-hood puckering softly in a promise of divine rapture.
Diana kept her expression neutral as her captors, even the coldly mercenary Deathstroke, stood and stared in vulgar awe at the unveiling of her secret self. The other women though watched with looks ranging from shock to sadness to simmering anger. Black Canary ground her teeth with frustrated rage, Starfire’s eyes narrowed as she watched the male filth staring with eyes she remembered all to well from her time as a slave of the alien Citadel Empire; Powergirl’s chains clinked audibly as she and Artemis both whispered curses that the roughest dockyard worker would have blinked at. Donna closed her eyes, brow furrowed with grief and outrage for her beautiful sister. All of these heroic women felt equally repulsed by what they were seeing. All of them would rather die than undergo such humiliation themselves, but it was a testament to their love and respect for Diana that any of them would have taken her place to spare her this degradation. No matter what happened next, no matter how they eventually triumphed over these craven scum, they would always have this victory – that they had reduced the bravest, purest, most noble champion of justice to their naked sex-object. The thought was too sickening to bear.
Diana looked Savage square in the eye, showing only courage and pride. ‘Please take care of those,’ she said quietly, but with a cold air of menace. ‘I’ll be wanting them back soon.’
Savage chuckled, but Diana ignored the taunt, ignored the crude laughs of the fearsome five, ignored even the victorious glint in the eye of Deathstoke. Renowned on Earth and beyond for her mercy and compassion, the Amazon Princess was still fundamentally human, and the emotions roiling inside her were like a gathering storm. As the voice from the monitor spoke again, only the light in her clear blue eyes spoke of the determination that these men would pay a high price for their debased entertainment.
‘Very good,’ the voice smirked, ‘I believe we are ready to begin.’
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