Dark Desires

by Psycho Muffins 00

When several female heroes and villains disappear, Wonder Woman finds herself concerned. It isn't however until one of their own turns up dead that she and several female heroes team up to discover where all these woman have gone. As they follow the trail they mind find themselves in the midst of more than they can handle. (All Girl Team-Up)

We had no idea what we were in for when we got into this. As I craned my neck, I couldn't help but cringe at what I was seeing. All of them, each and everyone of them looked as if they'd been hit by a train, bruises, gashes, welts covered their bodies, their costumes torn and their faces defeated. We'd all endured so much and a small sob escaped past my lips. 'What have I done?' I asked myself as my eyes looked at each woman chained tightly, bound aggressively.

Vixen hung limply from the ceiling, her shoulders dislocated without a doubt. Her left eye was swollen shut, her lip split and bleeding. Her bright orange jump suit was tattered and torn revealing the bruises from the bats, the sticks. They'd treated her as if she had were a human piñata.

Across from her pinned tightly to the wall spread eagle was Huntress, the remains of her costume almost non-existent. How many time had I watched them kick her in the stomach only so that her ribs would crack against the gray chunks of concrete behind her. It was a surprise that they had yet to break her spine.

Just across from me was Black Canary, the gashes and bruises contrasting against her light skin, a drip of blood dried at the corner of her lips separated by a big ball gag, to silence her cries both of pain and power. Her chest hanging out over the black of her costume, lashed, whipped, and clamped over and over again, all for me to watch.

Even Zatana with her magic was unable to escape their torture, strapped to my right down on all fours as if she were an animal. Unable to lift her wrists or ankles even an inch of the cold hard ground. Cuts and bruises covering her legs and wrists from struggling against the chain.

Even I, an Amazon, was unable to escape. All my training was worthless. I was in bad shape myself. Strapped in the middle of the wall, lifted off the ground but not hanging from the ceiling. I was completely revealed, covered in goose bumps from the freezing cold and damp cellar. My body covered in minor marks, but the most devastating of all the marks was the dark red carving across my chest. Simply reading "Whore".

We'd found them, all of them, and that had done no good at all. There were dozens of cells down here, each one hold two to three of us. Villains and heroes alike. I had yet to figure out who was behind this, but once I did, they would pay.