The Adventures of the Amazon Avenger, Chapter 06: In the Doghouse

Trey dragged her out of there by her hair. Daria tried to fight him off, but without the Dark Opal her strength was no match for his. Everyone still in the club kicked, stomped, and spit on her as he dragged her through the crowd to the car. His men pinned her wrists behind her and secured them with duct tape. They were about to do the same with her ankles when Trey stopped them.

"Give her a present, first," he said. He shoved a mini-vibrator up into her, then had them tape her ankles and knees tightly. Then he shoved handfuls of ice and broken glass into her mouth and had them tape it shut.

They tossed her into the back of the limo. Trey and his men got in, and as the limo started backing out of the club they started in on her. Trey switched on the vibrator to watch her writhe helplessly. One of his men grabbed her breast in a vice-like grip and started trying to pierce her nipple with an ice pick. The needle-sharp point couldn't pierce her still-invulnerable skin, but it could inflict agony on her sensitive flesh. Another man took pleasure in punching her face, savoring the crunch of ice breaking and glass grinding over her muffled screams. Another went to work on her fingers and toes with pliers, crushing every joint. And the vibrator hummed relentlessly, filling her with pain and pleasure in nearly equal measure.

The ride lasted for what seemed like hours as they worked her over. She came twice in spite of herself and the tortures inflicted on her helpless body. Sweat beaded her unbruisable skin as they worked her over and over and over. Tears of pain and humiliation streamed down her face.

Finally they arrived - but not at Trey's mansion. They dragged her over rough gravel to a massive concrete bunker in the middle of miles of empty fields. The heavy blast doors swung open on a concrete hallway, featureless and cold. Trey dragged her down the hallway, and all Daria could do was twitch as the vibrator pushed her toward a third climax.

Trey finally dropped her on the floor over a big steel grate. He slid a rubber belt under her arms and used it to hang her from a meathook dangling from the ceiling. Then he took a firehose from the wall and aimed it at her as she dangled.

"Warned you," he said. "Told you to play nice. You didn't. Now you got to pay. Now you're in the Doghouse."

Trey switched on the hose. The blast struck her hard, battering her abused and agonized body. Daria couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, couldn't even think. She hung there in the hard torrent, spinning and swinging wildly. The water flattened her breasts against her ribs, sent ripples through her firm flesh, and felt like it would tear the skin from her body. And the vibrator hummed away inside her, filling her with confusion as its sensual pleasures warred with the torture and pain for control of her weakening mind.

He stopped just as a third climax tore through her. She thrashed wildly in her bonds, moaning and screaming with helpless passion as ecstasy exploded in every nerve. When the forced orgasm had its way with her, she sagged with her chin on her chest, dripping wet inside and out.

"Let me tell you how this goes down," Trey said, lighting a cigar as he stood beside her. "This is a secret Army base. They make super-soldiers here. Tried to, anyway. Gave fifty of 'em big hormone shots. Little somethin' called ultra-T - you ever heard of it? Guess not."

She felt his hot breath as he blew smoke between her breasts. "Didn't work," he went on. "Supposed to make 'em all big and strong and badass. But it made them crazy. Total psychos - twice as strong as normal men, but not half as sane. Mean motherfuckers, too. Not much help if they can't take orders."

Looking almost bored, he tried to slice off her nipple with his cigar-cutter. Ignoring her whimpers, he went on with the story.

"Also makes 'em horny. They'll fuck anything that moves. And they'll fuck it till it stops," he said. He gave up on her nipple and stubbed out his cigar on the end of her nose. He took her down and dragged her to a large brightly lit room furnished with a single soiled mattress. Tossing her on the mattress, he took off the tape and took out the vibrator. Daria lay still, panting with exhaustion and terror.

"Forty men on ultra-T in there," he said, jerking his chin at a massive blast door. "Big dumb mean bastards. All they want is a good hard fuck. They don't get it, they get mad. You get hurt. And they fuck you anyway."

"Last girl we brought her lasted a day and a half before they fucked her to death," Trey said, standing up. "But she wasn't no superbitch. So I give you three, four days. You can fight if you want to, or you can lay there and take what they give you. Won’t matter to them. You're just a fuck-toy now.

"Have fun playing," he said, leaving and slamming the heavy door behind him.

Daria sobbed into her trembling hands and struggled to her knees. She looked around desperately for a way out, a weapon, anything. There was nothing; both doors lay flush with the walls, with no knobs. Without the Dark Opal she was just a naked woman trapped in a room with forty insane super-soldiers. She still seemed to have her invulnerability, but without her strength and speed that was only a curse that would prolong her agony.

The second door opened. A horde of enormously muscled men swarmed in, running straight for her with eyes full of animal hunger and rage. Daria screamed and ran. But they were on her in an instant. She turned her back to them, pressed to the wall, scrabbling for a tiny hold to drag herself up out of the sea of bodies hungry for hers. Thick hard fists pounded her kidneys and the back of her skull. Her forehead bounced off the hard wall and the world spun around her.

Hands covered every inch of her; groping, stroking, grabbing, squeezing, pinching, poking, pulling. Forty pairs of hands each with its own agenda for her supple nubile body, and nothing she could do but go along for the ride of her life. She screamed, begged, pleaded with them, promising them all the pleasure she could give if they would just show some small mercy. But they made no more noise than grunts of lust, frustration, and rage.

Fists, knees, and feet battered her. She was thrown around like a rubber doll. They tore hair from her head in fistfuls. Someone sunk his teeth into her breast, shaking it like a dog tearing meat from fallen prey. Thick erections probed at her from every side. A tug-of-war broke out as the madmen tried to decide what to do with their pretty little toy.

Finally she found herself on her back on the mattress. Before she could blink her arms and legs were stretched out and spread wide. A soldier crouched over her throat, shoving his hard cock in her mouth with a wild scream. Someone else fought his way past his peers to her pussy, pushing into her without waiting for her to get wet. A third man climbed on, using her heavy breasts to jerk himself off while someone climbed in close behind him to hump her smooth flat belly like a dog.

In seconds every inch of her was covered in hands, mouths, and pricks. Those who couldn't find a fuckable orifice made do with rubbing themselves on her warm soft skin. As soon as one finished spraying her insides with his hot sticky load, another one shoved him aside and forced his cock into her waiting warmth.

Someone rolled her onto her stomach and slid under her. As she straddled him and took him inside her, she felt someone else parting her ass cheeks to shove his hard rod into her ass. Another prick plunged deep into her throat.

Hours passed. They filled her with their cum over and over and over. When they were tired of fucking her, they beat her mercilessly. Sometimes they would hold her by the throat and beat her while they fucked her, hard. They stood her on her shoulders and fucked her with her legs in the air. They forced their fists into her as she sucked two and three of them at once.

Daria lost all track of time. She felt herself spiraling deeper into that dark abyss beneath her feet. Everything in her world was pain and humiliation. She wanted to hold on. But she had been brutally used for days on end. More men than she ever thought possible had taken their pleasure on her and in her. And the one thing that gave her hope, the one chance she had to fight back - the Dark Opal - was gone.

At times someone drove the soldiers back behind the doors with a water cannon. They cleaned her up, fed her a vile tasteless mush, poured a liter of water down her throat, and left her to her rapists again.

She was on the mattress, on her knees, straddling one man while another bent her backwards until her spine nearly snapped so he could feel her mouth around him while he crushed her breasts in his massive fists.

She was standing, bent at the waist to lick cock like an ice cream cone while someone else shoved his fist up her ass and two more men rubbed their dicks on her hips like horny dogs.

She was against the wall, rough concrete scraping her back as they pumped away inside her with the insatiable hunger and mechanical persistence.

She was hanging upside down with her legs spread wide, holding herself over one man's lap while two more pressed down into her from above.

Days passed. The soldiers were insatiable, inexhaustible, and merciless. Daria was past the point of speech. She had been covered in cum time and time again, only to be wiped clean and pressed back into servicing their limitless needs.

She let go. Let herself fall into the bottomless abyss beneath her.

The Amazon Avenger was gone.