Part One
\nRebecca Hooper and Arnold Belham were talking over the change in their\nrelationship. Only a week before, Becky and her parents, as well as Arnie's dad,\nhad been the prisoners of the master super-villain Professor Cargill. Patrick\nHooper and Thomas Belham had been on the verge of being brutally murdered. Becky\nand her mother, Donna, were threatened with a future of endless degradation as\nsexual slaves to the madman. When things seemed the worst, Arnie had arrived to\nsave them. The results of that adventure were totally changing the lives of the\ntwo young people. They lay intimately embraced, naked in Arnie's bed. Arnie\nmurmured, \"So, how are your folks taking all this?\" Becky got a little\nthoughtful. \"Well, Mom was a little disturbed by how close we came to...\nsomething really nasty. Dad is shaken up discovering how badly he was fooled\nwhen he arrested your Dad. They both seem to appreciate more what they have\nright now. They're much more romantic around the house. Guess they are just\nreacting to almost losing each other. I have to be careful where I walk. A few\ndays ago I walked into the living room and they were making out... not actual\nsex, thank god, but pretty passionate, on the couch. And Dad is really wishing\nhe knew more about you.\" Arnie's hand slid over to cup one of Rebecca's breasts\nas he answered. \"I know about that. He got together with me for lunch...\"\nBecky's eyes shot open when she heard this. \"... and he said he wanted a chance\nto talk with me without you hovering over us.\" Becky opened her mouth to speak,\nbut Arnie raised his other hand and rested a finger on her lips. \"No, I wanted\nto do it, Beck. He's your Dad. He raised you. You will always be his little\ngirl. He will always feel protective about you. He wants to know if the guy who\ntakes his place in your heart, even partly, is good enough to deserve you. You\nmay not like it, but that's how fathers and boyfriends relate. I have to be good\nenough in his eyes to deserve you.\" Becky groaned and said, \"And I don't have\nany say in it?\" Arnie thought a minute. \"Yeah, you do. But your dad has to\nbalance what you tell him about me with what he sees for himself.\"
\nArnie slid his hand down from the breast, along her belly and to her crotch. A\ncouple of fingers went into her cunt and quickly found a really sensitive spot\nhe knew so well. The fingers massaged and stroked that spot which drew some\nshudders and a low moan from the blonde heroine. She loved when he did that, and\nher body began to get very aroused, not for the first time that evening. She\nmurmered, \"Oohhhh -- are you ready to go again?\" Arnie chuckled and shook his\nhead. \"Geez, Beck. We've been at it for hours. When you said you were coming\nover tonight to reward me for rescuing you, I didn't think you were gonna try to\nwaste me. Little Arnie is exhausted.\" Becky coyly smiled, and slid down in the\nbed. She took Arnie's dick in her mouth and began to suck and use her tongue to\ntease at it. Arnie lay on his back and groaned with pleasure. Soon Little Arnie\nheard the anthem play and stood at attention. Becky got up and knelt over\nArnie's prone figure and eased herself down onto his shaft. She moaned as his\npenis once more entered her, and he began to pump his hips up, slowly. She\nmatched his movement and felt her vagina mold to Arnie's prick. The growing\nsensations in her were matched by the pressure felt by Arnie in his loins. He\ncould not hold back long after an extended period of sex, and he came in her.\nShe felt him spurt his fluid into her and reacted with a climax followed quickly\nby a deep, wonderful orgasm. His cock relaxed, and she rolled off his limp\nmember. They both lay on the bed, exhausted.
\nBecky finally asked. \"Well, what did he talk to you about?\" Arnie for a second\nforgot what they were discussing, then it came back to him. \"Oh, he asked about\nmy job.\" Becky snorted. \"Really? He's asked me about that a dozen times. I keep\ntelling him you make good money designing computer software.\" Arnie replied.\n\"Well, I told him I have a salary of $75,000 a year at Pontaire Computer\nIntegration, I'm one-third owner in the business, and Microsoft and Apple keep\ntrying to hire me to do analysis and de-bugging for them.\" Becky let out a yelp.\n\"Wow! I didn't know you were doing that well! You must be loaded.\" Arnie shook\nhis head. \"Not totally. I never went into details because I didn't want you to\njust be seducing me for my money. The past couple of years I've been spending a\nlot on Dad's lawyers and the investigators who worked on his case. Two expenses\nthat will now be eliminated. Guess now I can save money up for my future plans.\"\nBecky poked him in the ribs. \"What kind of plans?\" Arnie paused a minute before\nreplying. \"Well, back before our relationship came out in the open, and we were\ntrying to think of a way to tell your folks that you were involved with the son\nof your Dad's worst enemy, I was wishing I could get you to move in with me.\"\nBecky's head came up and she had a huge smile. Arnie continued. \"But you can't.\"
\nThe smile vanished from her face. \"Why not!\" she said, and groaned. Arnie\nsighed, and took one of Rebecca's hands in both of his hands. \"Well, ahhh...\nwhen you guys were down in the bunker and Cargill was making his big speech\nafter he'd stripped the clothes off you and your Mom... Dad was chained to that\ntable and he... now you have to remember he'd been in prison for eight years and\nhasn't even seen a women all that time. He... He got... horny.\" Becky sat up.\nEven though she had just spent hours having sex with Arnie, she suddenly felt\nthe need to pull up the sheet and cover herself. She stared at Arnie with her\nmouth hung open. He continued. \"His hands were chained to the table, but in his\npants he had a hard-on that was killing him. He could barely concentrate on what\nCargill was ranting. None of you knew why he was so quiet. And he kept staring\nat the two lovely naked ladies in front of him. After I came in and got you two\nloose, while you and I were hugging, your Mom walked past him to get your Dad\nfree. My Dad was wiggling his prick around in his pants to try and get some\nrelief just as your Mom passed by. He came in his pants.\" Becky moved a few\ninches away from him, screwed up her face and muttered, \"Eeyouuu. And this is\nwhy you don't want me to move in?\" Arnie raised his hands and shrugged. \"Becky,\nsince he's been released, he's living here with me.\" Rebecca's eyes shot up, she\nscreamed and dove under the sheets. Arnie grabbed the sheet, pulled up the edge\nand looked at Becky. \"He's not here now, Beck. I told him he hadda go out\ntonight.\" Becky popped back up and cried out, \"You threw your own father out on\nthe street just so you could fuck me? That's disgusting!\"
\nActually, as she thought about it, it made her felt pretty good. If Arnie was so\ncrazy about her that he would throw out his father to get in bed with her... But\nhe replied, \"No, of course not. I just suggested that if you were coming over, I\nwanted a little privacy and I set him up with a date. I called up my Mom and\nasked them to get together and resolve things. She gave up on Dad a year after\nhe went to prison and divorced him. She stopped visiting him and had my name\nlegally changed from Belham to Staton, her maiden name. She thought Dad would\nnever get out and didn't want me saddled with a name people would recognize. At\nthe time Dad reluctantly agreed, even though it broke his heart. That was one\nmore reason he hated your Dad so much. After high school I had my name changed\nback. So my folks will talk it over tonight, and my Dad migt get back together\nwith my Mom, if they can get over what happened between them while he was in the\njoint.\" Becky leaned over and hugged her boyfriend. \"Oh Arnie, that would be\nperfect!\" But Rebecca was about to learn, perfection would soon be her curse.
\nPart Two
\nBecky was standing in her Glory Girl uniform when the board hit her on the side\nof her head. Bells rang in her ears and lights were flashing in her eyes as she\ncrumpled to the floor. She was in some kind of building, dark -- a warehouse?\nHow did she get here? Why was she here? Who hit her? Questions just tumbled\nthrough her mind in the short moment before the two-by-four came down and again\nhit her, this time right on the top of her head. The world went black...
\nPainfully, she re-opened her eyes. A hooded spotlight hung above her, leaving\nher in a brightly lit circle in an otherwise black room. She was tied down on\nher back on a hard surface, a table top she thought. Her legs were bent at the\nknees, over the edge of the table and she felt the ropes holding her ankles\ntight. Her arms were pulled back behind her head and she felt the ropes secure\non her wrists. Her body was stretched in an \"X\" position, and though she pulled\nas hard as she could, there didn't seem any slack in her restraints. At least\nshe was still dressed. A man, totally dressed in black slacks, sweatshirt,\ngloves and ski-mask came out of the darkness that surrounded the table. He came\nto the side of the table and leaned over her. His hand came out and slapped her\nface. Once, twice, three times. She yelled at him, \"Stop that! Why am I here?\nWho are you?\" The man didn't say a word, but grabbed one of her nipples through\nher top and pinched it. That hurt, and Becky squirmed. Then he slid his hand\nunder her top and put it over her other breast. Again he pinched the nipple.\nHarder. This time, as she squirmed, he clamped his fingers tighter. Becky\nscreamed. He let go, and backed into the darkness. Becky looked around, but had\nno idea where the man dressed in black had gone. He might have left, but he\nmight be just past the edge of the light. She lay there in terror, looking\naround into the darkness, and finally he did appear. He had a small wooden box,\nabout eight inches on a side, that he put on the table next to her. He pulled a\nlarge knife from his belt and slashed the front of her top open, revealing her\nbreasts. He took out a small metal clip and grabbed her right breast, attaching\nthe clip to her nipple. It hurt like hell. She was so afraid that he... Yes, he\ndid the same to her other breast. Again, the pain was terrible. Her head was not\nrestrained, so she kept pulling it up to see what he was doing. She saw him pull\na length of wire out of the box and attach it to one of the clips. Then he\nattached another wire to the other clip. Her mind again was filled with terror\nas she anticipated what she thought he was going to do. His hand spun a small\ncrank on the side of the box and a jolt of electicity went through her body. Her\nhead jolted back so hard it nearly knocked her out when it hit the table. Her\nbody tensed, and muscles pulled tight. The ropes on her wrists and ankles dug\npainfully into the flesh. She gasped for breath. And then he spun the crank\nagain. Again she felt the horrible spasms of pain run through her. She lost\ntrack of how many times he did that to her. Finally she felt him pull the clips\noff her nipples. He took the box and again backed into the darkness. Becky lay\nthere, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Who was this guy? Why was he\ndoing this? If he wanted something, why hadn't he said one stinking word\nsince... since... How long had she been here?
\nShe kept looking around towards the utter black area beyond the circle of light.\nShe hoped he was gone, but she feared he wasn't. He came back into the light and\nleaned over her. With his face close, she heard him finally speak. \"Are you in\npain?\" She reacted with a little disbelief at the stupidity of the question.\n\"What?? You know damn well I am, you sadistic bastard!\" He took a damp washcloth\nand wiped her forehead. \"Well, if that's the case, why don't you just wake up?\"\nThen he turned and went back in the darkness. She tried to make any sense of his\nstrange words. She wasn't asleep. This wasn't a dream. Or was it? No, it felt\ntoo real. And that pain would have certainly made her wake up at once if she was\ndreaming. The man reappeared. In his right hand was a long thin needle. Again,\nhe let Becky see what he held. It was part of the torture. He swung his hand up\nto her face. Was.. was he going to jab her with that? In her mouth... in her\neye!? Her breathing grew shallow as she watched him move the needle back and\nforth over her face. Her eyes kept on it, watching the light glint off it. Then\nhis left hand suddenly grabbed her left breast and he brought the needle over\nand ran it through Rebecca's tender nipple. She screamed again. Tears ran from\nher eyes and the fire running through that nipple was excruciating. The man\nwalked around the table and stood at her other side. She looked at him and\nsoftly murmured, \"No. No. Please, no....\" But he brought out another needle.\nAgain he waved it in front of her face. But this time she knew what he planned.\nShe tried to brace herself, to be ready for the pain. It didn't work. She\nscreamed again, as loud as ever. The man stood there watching the tears and\nscreams. Then he leaned down by her face and again spoke. \"I wouldn't have to do\nthis if you would just wake up. Don't you want it to stop?\" Again he vanished\ninto the black. With every breath, Becky felt the terrible pain shoot though her\nbreasts.
\nThe man came back. And Becky was even more horrified to see he held the little\nbox. Her body twitched wildly as she pulled at the bindings, but her ankles and\nwrists would not come free. He took the knife out again and this time slashed\naway her skirt and panties, revealing her most private of places. She saw him\npull the wire out of the box. But instead of reaching towards the nipples, he\nwent down to her lower lips. God, NO! He silently clipped the wire to one side\nof her labia, then pulled the other wire out and attached it to the other side\nof her clit. The pain from those two little alligator clips was terrible. But\nwhen he cranked the handle on the box, she again arched her body and strained\nhelplessly again the jolt of electricity that ran from her crotch through every\npart of her body. As he had done before, he ran a jolt through her over and\nover. When he finally stopped, Becky's vision was blurred and every single\nmuscle in her body ached. Her breasts and crotch felt like they were on fire. He\nlooked down at her. \"This is getting really bad. You really should wake up!\"
\nAgain she was left alone in her misery for a period. She could not tell if it\nwas minutes or hours. There was no way to measure the time. When he returned, he\nroughly yanked the needles out of her tits. Then he bent down and used his rough\ntongue to lick the blood away from her tits, and it felt like sandpaper on her\ntorture-sensitized nipples. He bent over her face once again. and said. \"You\ncan't keep this up. You need to wake up.\" Then he held out one of his hands by\nher head and blew a handful of powder into her face and her eyes closed at the\nstinging.
\nPart Three
\nRebecca Hooper opened her eyes in her own bed in her own room. She sat up and\nput her head in her hands. God, what a nightmare. It was so horrible! The things\nhe did to her! Why would she have such a nasty dream, what would cause her to\ndream about.... about what? It had been a nightmare, but all of it had suddenly\nfaded from her memory, the way dreams sometimes do. Maybe that was for the best.\nShe couldn't recall details, but she remembered it had been something nasty. She\nswung her legs over to get out of bed and Rover lept up into her lap. She gave\nthe collie a big hug and felt so good that her dog was there to greet her in the\nmorning. Then she sneezed, and sneezed again. Darn! Still allergic to pet hair!\nThey found that out when she stayed over at a friend's house when she was\nlittle. That was why she'd never been able to have a cat or... or a dog... She\nopened her eyes. There was no dog. Of course not. She never had a dog.\nDownstairs, Donna Hooper shouted, \"Becky, breakfast!\" Becky put some clothes on\nand dashed down the stairs. She sat down at the breakfast table and looked at\nthe strawberry covered belgian waffles and licked her lips. She cut a waffle,\nand brought a bit to her lips. But as she put it in her mouth, it didn't taste\nright. It tasted like... toast, which was in her hand. She looked down and saw\nshe had toast and yogurt, like she did nearly every morning. After eating, she\nwent back upstairs. She felt a little grungy, so she decided to jump in the\nshower. As she soaped up all over, she twinged when she washed her nipples. They\nwere still so sore where the needles... the what? She stopped to think. Wait...\nwhat hurt? She couldn't remember.
\nThe day from then on went perfectly. She watched TV and the shows were perfect.\nShe went shopping and everything went great. She had a cappachino at the food\ncourt and it tasted perfect. She glanced at a clock and saw she had just enough\ntime to get home, as they were having a guest for dinner tonight. When she got\nhome, she helped set the table, and then Barbara Gordon arrived to join the\nHoopers for dinner, as she had many times. Babs said she brought a dessert, and\nwhen Becky looked into the box, it was filled with belgian waffles covered with\nwhipped cream and strawberries. This startled her! She turned to Babs and asked\nwhy she brought that. Barbara asked \"Why Rebecca, don't you like cheesecake?\"\nAnd sure enough when Becky looked back she was holding a nice little cheesecake.\n\"I hope it's enough for all of us!\" Babs said. Rebecca was about to say it would\neasily be enough for the four of them, when she looked up and saw she was\nsitting at the dinner table and Arnie was sitting to her right. When did he get\nthere? Across the table she saw Wonder Woman! And next to the Amazon Princess\nsat the adult Rebecca Belham, who she'd met in her trip though the dimensions.\nThe other Rebecca smiled at her and said, \"Thanks for inviting me. I'm glad you\nhave a chance to meet my children, Jonathan and Emily.\" Sure enough, the next\ntwo chairs had a young boy who looked like Arnie and a little girl. But as Becky\nlooked over, the little girl suddenly had the wrinkled face of her Grandma\nEmily. Becky's head spun at the strange way her world kept changing and she put\nher hands over her eyes. Suddenly a hundred voices all said, \"Becky, are you\nalright?\" She looked up, then to her right. The table stretched to infinity, and\nsitting there were her friend Leona, J'onn J'onzz, Stargirl, and dozens of\nPatrick Hoopers, Donna Hoopers and Becky Hoopers -- all the ones she'd met in\nher dimension hopping adventure. Becky blinked. and all of them were gone. Only\nher parents and Babs were sitting at the table, and these three were staring at\nher. Barbara put her hand on Becky's and said, \"You alright, Beck? You seemed to\nzone out for awhile. I asked you to pass the rolls and you didn't seem to even\nhear me.\"
\nBecky shook her head and blinked her eyes. \"Sorry, Babs. Guess I'm a little\ntired. I didn't sleep right last night. I had a nasty nightmare about...\" About\nwhat, she thought. It was really, really bad, and she could almost see it in her\nmind, but the memory just was too blurry. The rest of the dinner was perfect,\nright down to that delicious strawberry cheesecake Barbara brought for desert.\nAfter they sat and watched television and talked about stuff for awhile, then\nBabs had to go and Becky decided to get to bed early. She put on a nightshirt\nand crawled into bed. She suddenly was shocked as arms reached around and\ncaressed her. She spun to see Arnie laying in bed alongside her. Before she\ncould say a word, he pressed his lips to hers and they passionately kissed. He\npressed himself against her, and she felt his penis growing hard against her\nbody. What a perfect end to the day...
\nPart Four
\nBecky opened her eyes and she was back on that tabletop, naked and tied down in\nthe spotlight that illuminating the center of the room. All of those memories\ncame back to her and she stiffened in terror. She now remembered every horrible\nthing that had happened to her the last time she was here. Her head went back\nand forth searching the darkness for her tormentor. She lay there for awhile,\nthe cool air chilling her body and making her nipples rigid. Finally the same\nhorrid man approached her. \"Still can't wake up? What a shame.\" His hand reached\nout and a finger brushed across first one nipple, then the other. She gasped\nfrom the pain. They were still extremely sore from the torture. He then put his\nhand to her crotch and stuck a couple of fingers into her, pinching, poking and\njabbing her in a way that was designed not to arouse her, but to cause her as\nmuch pain as possible. Even as this went on, she felt her opening beginning to\nlubricate. He looked into her face as he spoke. \"I used the box to shock you\nbefore. It's an old unit, that I have used for many years on many prisoners. I\nhave gotten sort of nostalgic about that little box. But now-a-days everything\nis new and improved.\" He reached to his belt with the hand not in her crotch and\npulled out a small hand-held plastic gizmo that had two little metal knobs\nsticking out of one end. Becky could not figure out what it was, as she'd never\nseen anything like it. The man in black brought it up to her and pressed the end\nwith the knobs against her side. His thumb hit a button and Rebecca's body\njolted and twitched as the electro-shock unit shot a charge into her body. This\nwas even worse than the shocks she'd gotten before. After her short contact with\nthe unit, her body spasmed in pain and she fought to catch her breath. The man\nreached over with his other hand and slapped her face. He yelled, \"Damnit, why\ndon't you wake up!\" He slapped her again and again. And she laid there and\nwondered why she couldn't wake up and escape this horror. Again he backed out of\nthe circle of light and disappeared.
\nBecky lay there in pain, and shaking with fear as she knew her tormentor was\nwaiting, just beyond the edge of the light. She couldn't move her body, all she\ncould do was think. So that was what she would have to do to try to take her\nthoughts off the suffering she was going through. She closed her eyes and\nwondered -- was she asleep? No, the pain was too intense and her surroundings\nwere too sharp. But mostly, her tormentors constant attempt to convince her she\nwas asleep had to mean she wasn't. But he wanted her to think she was. Why? Then\nthere was the period when she wasn't trapped on this table. That was the part\nthat was so weird it had to be the dream. All those elements that had faded in\nher memory came back as she concentrated. All the parts that didn't make sense.\nThat had to be the dream. And it kept trying to be... perfect. That was what\nmade it so obviously a dream. It was trying to be too perfect.
\nShe felt his hand on her breast, and winced. She decided to see what would\nhappen if she played along with his scheme. Without opening her eyes, she\ngroaned and murmured in a soft voice, \"Oh, God, I have to wake up.\" He pinched\nthe tender nipple and she opened her eyes. \"Yes,\" he told her, \"... you really\nshould.\" She saw he still wore the black ski mask, but was otherwise naked. He\nclimbed up on the table and straddled her stomach. He leaned forward, resting\nhis erect cock between Becky's breasts. He roughly grabbed her tits and squeezed\nthem together over his cock. He began pumping his dick back and forth between\nthe boobs as his thumbs twiddled and pressed the tender nipples. She grimaced\nand groaned from the pain in her nipples as the man roughly titty-fucked her.\nSoon his cock spurted cum over her neck and face. He grinned and slid up on her\nuntil his ass rested on her sore breasts. His cock waved in her face and she\nresolved to ignore it. Her head turned away and she clamped her mouth shut. But\nthe man reached back and one of his hands went to her pussy. Three fingers went\ninto her and grabbed and twisted the edge of her cunt. She gasped as it felt\nlike her crotch was being torn apart. She knew the only way to make that pain\nstop. She turned her head back and opened her mouth. He slammed his cock deep\ninto her mouth and she started to lick it and suck on it. His ass moved around\non her breasts, and her she winced at the sensations in her sore tits. His cock\ngrew stiff and hard and she struggled to keep all of it in her mouth. He\nejaculated again and she fought to swallow it as fast as it came. As he swung to\nthe side and moved to get off her chest, he said to her. \"Why the hell can't you\nwake up? How much more will you force me to do to you?\" She closed her eyes and\nsobbed. \"I really want to. I'm trying. But I can't wake up!\"
\nThe man left the circle of light, and Becky tried to calm her pounding heart.\nShe wondered if he believed that she was considering this to be a dream? Was\nthere anything else she could do? She ran what had happened through her mind,\nover and over, trying to make sense out of it. She became certain that this was\nreal, the events at home were the dream. How could she change the way things\nwere going? What was the key? Of course -- it came to her. The powder. He'd\nblown a handful of something into her face supposedly to wake her up. But that\ndidn't make sense. That sort of thing would be designed to put her to sleep, not\nto wake her up. She then knew what she would have to do.
\nHe returned, once again dressed in black, standing on the edge of the light. In\nhis hand, was a coiled black leather whip. He cracked the whip and brought it\ndown on her ankles. She winced from the pain. Then he ran it over her again and\nagain, each stroke slowly moving up her body. When he reached her crotch the\nleather stung her there and the pain was intense. But then he moved up her\nstomach towards her breasts. They were already so sore and tender from what he\nhad done to them in the past that she could not help but writhe back and forth,\npulling as hard as she could against her bonds. But she could not get loose and\nthe whip began lashing across her tortured tits. With every stoke she gasped and\nscreamed as loud as her voice could go. She felt her entire body was on fire and\nthe pain was consuming her. Finally the lashing stopped and she shuddered and\ntwitched from the pain still coursing through her. She didn't even notice he had\nleft, her suffering was so great. And it was only a brief period before he\nreturned and again stood next to her. He took one hand and ran it over her body.\nShe groaned as the pain came back. He held that hand over her face, and she saw\nthe blood on it. The whip had sliced the skin at several spots and she was\ncovered with nicks and small cuts. He brought his other hand up, and it held a\nsmall green bottle. He grinned and held it where she could see the label. Her\neyes could hardly focus from all the pain, and she finally made out what it\nsaid. Oh, God, NO! The man poured the lemon juice over his other hand, rinsing\nthe blood off. The fluid went over Becky's body and the hand came down to spread\nthe juice into her wounds. Becky's body burned intensely and she screamed harder\nthat she thought was humanly possible.
\nHe passed out of the circle of light, and she tried to compose herself after the\nordeal she'd just endured. She took deep breaths and the pain was still running\nthrough her body, but she concentrated on enduring it. She saw the man reenter\nthe light, and noticed he held one hand palm up, cupped. The powder? If that was\nnext... She took several deep breaths, then murmured, \"Oh, if I could only wake\nup!\" When the man leaned over her, he said, \"Yes, it would be best if you woke\nup.\" He put the hand by her head and blew into it, causing the powder to fly\ninto her face. But Rebecca had been waiting for this moment, so she held her\nbreath and closed her eyes tight. As she felt the powder hit her face she\nexhaled a little through her nose to push any of the powder out of her nostrils.\nShe kept her eyes closed, relaxed her body and began beathing shallowly,\npretending she had fallen asleep.
\nShe squinted through her eyelids with her eyes almost shut and saw the man in\nblack return to the table holding a small basin. He took out a wet washcloth and\nbegan to wipe down Rebecca's body, cleaning the blood, juice and cum off her.\nShe winced every once in the while, but the man didn't seem to care. He\napparently thought she was reacting in her sleep. Suddenly a voice came from the\ndarkness. \"Does she suffer? I paid you a lot of money, Neculai Serbanescu.\" The\nman in black peeled off his ski mask and turned to look at a figure who came\ninto the light. Becky did not dare turn her head to see who it was, but the\nvoice was one she'd heard before. The torturer spoke. \"Don't worry, Daraba. She\nis suffering quite a bit. And when my process moves on to the final phase, she\nwill suffer more than any person has in history. That is what you are paying for\nand what you will get. But ultimate suffering takes time to develop. I've only\nhad her here for 36 hours. You must be patient.\" Becky was stunned to find the\nman who had entered was Arakim Daraba, the leader of the Brotherhood of Allah.\nThe middle eastern terror group had smuggled a thermo-nuclear warhead into the\nUnited States only months before and without Glory Girl's intervention, would\nhave detonated the weapon in Granite City. Daraba was going to a lot of trouble\nto get revenge on the heroine who had foiled his plans.
\nThrough her squinting eyes Becky saw the terrorist move to the table and watch\nSerbanescu coontinue to wash her body down and clean up the prisoner. The\ntorturer squeezed a white cream from a tube onto his finger and began to apply\nit to her nipples, where they had been pierced and to the nicks and cuts she'd\ngotten from the whipping. Daraba asked, \"Why do you do that? Let her suffer with\nopen wounds!\" Serbanescu shook his head. \"No, I want her healthy enough to take\na long period of torture. She will not get infections in these minor wounds and\nescape me by dying. She is strong, and we will use that strength to keep her\nsubject to my process for a long, horrible time.\" Daraba wanted more\ninformation. \"I've paid you enough. What exactly will I get for my money. How\nmuch will she suffer? I could have gotten anybody to torture her. Word about you\nwas you offered to cause the most misery for the longest time for the right\nprice.\" Serbanescu nodded. \"That is my expertise. The Corsican Mafia paid me to\ndo this to the members of the Legion de'Liberte in Paris. I did so, and the man\nwho observed it went back and reported to his bosses, who were very pleased at\nwhat I did. Those superheroes had captured high-ranking members of the gangs and\nthe crime families were thirsty for the most horrid revenge possible on Madame\nMystique, Marquisa du Gennesaile and Henri de Rouge. All three suffered for\nyears before their bodies finally gave out. This is what you are paying me to do\nto the young lady. Not just hours or days of misery, but years.\" Daraba smiled.\n\"Excellent. How do you do this?\"
\n\"I use a process I have developed with the knowledge of years of practice in\ntorture. My work in Romania for the Departamentul Securitatii Statului was\nexcellent training. Under Ceausescu the government valued a good torturer.\"\nSerbanescu untied Glory Girls hands, sat next to her on the table and pulled the\nupper half of her body up. He leaned her against him while he washed down her\nback. If the torturer had been there alone, Becky would have attacked him. But\nher body was stiff and very weak, and Daraba was standing nearby. Her ankles\nwere still tied down and she could not chance a move against both of the men.\nSerbanescu continued. \"I use regular torture techniques on her to make her\nsuffer. Physical. Psychological. Sexual. And as I do so, I keep telling her she\nis asleep and she must wake up. Eventually her weakened state will make her\nbelieve this. In alternate periods of time, I place a metal hood over her head\nthat sends pulsations of energy into her unconcious mind. While she does sleep,\nshe is influenced by the sleep hood to dream of a wonderful perfect life. After\na period of time her own mind will retreat from the harsh reality that she\nthinks is a dream and flee into the dream she thinks is a safe reality. She will\nforce herself into a deep coma that she will not be able to escape from.\" The\ntorturer laid the upper part of Becky's body gentlely back down on the table and\nmoved to retie her wrists. He then went to untie her ankles. He lifted first one\nleg, then the other, washing and cleaning them as he had done the upper part of\nher body. He twisted her at the waist, in order to wipe down and clean the sweat\noff her ass. Then he moved her back into the position she'd been in and re-tied\nher legs. While he did all this, he continued to inform Daraba of what was going\nto be done to the helpless victim. \"Once she has entered the coma, fleeing from\nthe world of reality that was so awful to her, I adjust this dial on the front\nof the sleep hood. Right now it is turned fully to the left, at setting one. As\nI twist it to the right, her dreams will become worse and worse. When she\nreaches setting ten, her dreams will be tortures that will be far beyond\nanything a person could withstand or imagine.\" Daraba peered closely at the\nmetal hood the torturer was holding, and Becky also saw it with her squinting\neyes.
\nDaraba asked, \"What will she see in her dreams then? What exactly will you force\nher to experience when you reach the later stages of the process?\" Serbanescu\nreplied. \"I do not know. That is the beauty of the hood. It takes the thoughts\nand memories of the victim and feeds them into her mind, making her construct\nthe false reality. It seems very real to her because it uses everything she\nremembers to build it. There is no way for us to see what she is thinking, but\nit takes everything she trusts and loves to build a dream world she trusts.\nAfter I twist the dial, she will be haunted by everything she would feel is\nhorrible and terrible. And the horrors will be very bad because the hood builds\nthem by using her mind to produce what she would fear the most. At setting ten\nshe will spend her days watching her loved ones being tortured and killed. All\nof her worst enemies will have her at their mercy. She will be tortured and hurt\nby people she thought were her closest friends, and things like that. When I\nused it on Madame Mystique in Paris, she talked in her sleep and I was able to\nhear part of what she faced. Her husband and her best friend killed and ate her\nchild. They whipped her and forced her to watch them fornicate in front of her\nbound body. Her own father repeatedly raped her. Her face rotted from leperosy.\nSnakes entered her vagina and squirmed around inside her. Judging by her\nreaction to that sequence, I think Madame Mystique was terrified of snakes. All\nof these things she went through were much worse than any dreams I could have\nconstructed for her. Only the victim herself would know the worst things to\nfear.\" Becky, still pretending to be asleep, felt Serbanescu lift her head and\nslid the metal hood onto her. She heard a click and...
\nPart Five
\n....she sat up, safe and sound in her bed at home. A good night's sleep and she\nfelt really perfect. But no... the nightmare... the way she had been tortured\nand abused. It started to fade in her memory, so she closed her eyes and\nconcentrated on remembering every nasty little bit of it. She would not allow\nher mind to be manipulated the way that man, Serbanescu, wanted. She kept her\nmind focused until she was sure that nothing would take those memories from her.\nShe heard her mother's voice come up the stairs. \"Becky, come for breakfast!\"\nRebecca stood up, and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. Her body ached as she\nrecalled the ordeal. She kept thinking to herself, that was real -- this wasn't.\nThis was the dream where everything was supposed to be perfect. But perfection\nwasn't real and she had realised that. It was the \"perfect\" things that made her\nsee the impossiblities. Why, even now, she would be seeing what would be\nperfect, not what was real. In a perfect world...
\nShe got to the kitchen, and saw her Dad sitting there, staring down at a plate\nof charred eggs and sausages. Becky wondered how they had been ruined, and\nglanced to see Mom at the stove. But it wasn't her Mom, it was Wonder Woman who\nwore a frilly white apron over her costume and held a frying pan that was\nsmoking. Wonder Woman spoke. \"I'm sorry, honey. I guess I didn't keep a close\nenough eye on your eggs. Oh, hi Becky. Your toast and yogurt are ready.\" Becky\npaused in the doorway, taking this in. She guessed that even though she really\nloved her Mom a lot, somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind she had a\nthought that it would be perfect if Wonder Woman was her Mom. Weird. She sat\ndown and grabbed her toast. She noticed that it was burned black. Apparently in\nher thinking, she couldn't believe that Diana could cook, so in this dream, she\ncouldn't. Pat Hooper got up and turned to Diana. \"Well, darling,\" he said as he\ntook the Amazon Princess in his arms, \"...I didn't marry you for your cooking.\"\nMister Patriot and Wonder Woman were suddenly kissing and groping each other.\nBecky dropped the toast and clamped her hands over her eyes. She concentrated\nher thoughts carefully. She did not think it would be perfect to have Wonder\nWoman for her mother! And when she opened her eyes again, things were back to\nnormal. Her father was eating a perfectly prepared plate of eggs and sausages\nand the usual toast and yogurt were on the plate in front of her. Donna Hooper\nwas there, putting a glass of apple juice in front of her husband.
\nBecky ate her breakfast and went into the living room. When she woke up back in\nSerbanescu's clutches, she would have to find a way to get loose and escape.\nThat wouldn't be easy, Until then, she was stuck in this perfect dream. She sat\non the couch and tried to think of what she was going to do. But quickly her\nperfect dream had Arnie sitting next to her, his arm on her shoulder. Sigh. It\nwas wonderful, but she could not hide in this dream with the perfection. The\nperfection was not helping. She needed to fight that. This was designed to suck\nher in. To trap her into wanting to live the dream. But she could not allow\nthat. She knew that the dream would only lead to horrors. The only perfect\nsolution was to concentrate on knowing what going to happen in her dreams if she\ndidn't fight it. And as she thought this, Arnie's arm slid up from her shoulders\nand locked around her throat. He pulled at her and cut off her breathing. She\nfought back instinctively, putting her elbow into his ribs. He loosened and she\nstruggled free. He came at her and she had to put her fist into his jaw. He\ndropped to the floor. Becky's hands shook as she realized what had just\nhappened. Serbanescu had spoken of this. In her dreams had she gotten to the\npart where he was giving her nightmares? She looked around her living room, and\nArnie was gone. She stood there, alone. She thought that it was not the dream\nhood, but her mind that was doing this. She was fighting the perfection and part\nof her was thinking about the prospect of facing horrors here in the dream\nworld. So she was getting a preview of what she would expect to see.
\nShe blinked, and she was in a large building, wearing her Glory Girl costume.\nShe heard the crack of a whip behind her, and spun, expecting to see Serbanescu.\nBut the villainess, Catwoman stood there. \"Alright, blondie. I had Batgirl and\nthe Huntress in my clutches and you had to ruin it. I owe you for that and you\nwill get payback right here, right now.\" The feline fiend snapped the whip and\nit sliced through her costume into Becky's right shoulder. Becky grimaced at\nthis and took off at a dead run at the costumed criminal. She could not stand\nback and allow the whip to rip her to shreds. She tackled Catwoman and they went\nto the floor. Selina's hand ripped at Rebecca and razor-sharp talons on her\ngloves put a row of gashes across Glory Girl's face. Becky used her arms to push\naway from Selina, then brought a knee up to smash into Catwoman's chin. The\nlarcenous lady went down, and Becky followed up with a kick to her ribs and a\nsock to her jaw. Catwoman was knocked out. As soon as Becky stopped to take a\nbreath, the criminal vanished and the warehouse was gone.
\nShe was tied up and back in the auto yard! NO! She squeezed her eyes shut and\ntried to make this stop. But when she opened them she was again tied up, but in\nthe basemant room with the nuclear bomb ticking away. Again, she tried to think\nher way out. She was six years old, on a slick winter street with a truck about\nto hit her. She was rolling around naked on the floor with Wonder Woman,\nwrestling in front of Kagen Noll. She was tied on that table in Professor\nCargill's undergound shelter. She tried again to escape these dreams of horror.\nShe opened her eyes to her own living room, where she was alone. She took a deep\nbreath, and wondered what would happen next. But she sat there quietly, and the\ndream seemed to had settled into a perfect, quiet day.
\nPart Six
\nWhen she awoke -- and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was waking\nup -- she found she was tied face down now. Her poor breasts were pushed down\nagainst the table top and her arms were stretched out tight with the wrists tied\nsecurely. Her body was bent at the waist, with her legs tied down against the\ntable legs. When she heard Serbanescu move up behind her, she again went to play\nalong with his scheme. She moaned. \"Oh god... why can't I wake up? Why do I keep\ncoming back to this horrible dream?\" The torturer put his hand on her back and\nwhispered, \"Just keep trying, young lady. Soon you will escape this wretched\ndream and escape to a a perfect world as you wake up.\" But she resolved to\nherself, I won't surrender. I will fight this as long as I can.
\nSerbanescu put his hands on her butt and pushed two thumbs into her asshole. His\nfingers spread her ass cheeks and pulled the hole wide. Was he going to fuck her\nin there? She couldn't see. But he just seemed to be want to poke, massage and\nprobe with his fingers. Then she felt him insert something into her ass. It\nwasn't his dick, but something else. And her pussy also had something inserted\ninto it. She figured they were some kind of plastic dildos, and they were pretty\nuncomfortable, but not too painful. Then he ran a strap over her crotch and\nattached a belt at her waist to hold it in place. This pressed against the\ndildos in her holes, so they stayed in place as she felt them begin to vibrate.\nShe wiggled her hips a little as the vibrations ran through her body. It was\nvery hard to concentrate on anything else, so she didn't even notice the\ntorturer leave the circle of light and come back after she had been putting up\nwith the buzzing units inside her for some time. She felt her cunt moisten\naround the intruder and she stiffened and came due to the vibrations running\nthrough her innards. Following this she continued to be aroused by the\nvibrations. But she suddenly heard the whip crack and felt the tip slice across\nher protruding ass. The sensations of the dildo and butt-plug moving in her and\nthe strokes of the whip across her butt drove her crazy. She wiggled as much as\nshe could, but the whip kept coming and the inserts kept sending their\nvibrations through her. She came three more times as the whipping continued.\nThen he put the whip down, moved behind her and removed the belt and strap. He\ntook the butt-plug out and used his finger to swab some of her juices into the\nanus. Then he pushed his cock into her and pumped her ass while the dildo\ncontinued to vibrate in her pussy. She came again, and she felt his dick spurt\nhis cum into her ass. He pulled back and reached down to pull the vibrating\ndildo from her pussy. He tossed it aside, then brought a hand down on her ass.\nWith a wide palm he smacked first once butt cheek, then the other. Here cheeks\nwere very sore from the whipping, and his slaps intensified the pain she felt.
\nWhile he smacked her ass, his cock had been reviving, and he slammed it into her\npussy without any warning. He pumped in and out roughly and her body rocked on\nthe edge of the table. As he moved in her, he suddenly pulled the shocker off\nhis belt and pressed it into her back. She spasmed and twitched at the jolt, and\nshe felt her body weaken. She could hardly move anything, except her crotch\nwhich was grinding in rhythm to his thrusts into her. He came again, and shot\nhis seed deep into her. She shuddered at this and moaned from the pain and\nexhaustion that ran throughout her battered body. Serbanescu bent down and\nuntied her legs, then climbed on her back and sat on her back, mashing her tits\ninto the table. He reached up and untied one of her wrists, then the other. He\nput the shocker against her neck and jolted her twice. Then he moved down from\nthe table and reached for her body, pulling her over onto her back. Becky\nrealised she was loose and tried to fight, but her poor body could not seem to\ndo anything. The torture and electro-shocks had sapped her of all her energy and\nshe could not even raise a hand to resist when he stretched her out on the table\nback in a face up position. He tied her wrists and ankles securely once more,\nand moved out of the light. She laid there and sobbed while he was gone,\ndepressed at the situation she was in. She did have a short while where she laid\nthere, and she thought her body, though still very weak, had recovered a little\nbit. Then she glanced over and saw the torturer, fully dressed, come back into\nthe light. He again had the whip and slowly lashed the front of her body,\npulling the tip of the lash against her legs, groin, stomach and tits. Every bit\nof her that he hit was very sore and the continued lashing increased her agony.\nHe spoke. \"Glory Girl, you have to stop accepting this horrible torture. Just\nrelax and concentrate on waking up!\"
\nPart Seven
\nSerbanescu came at her once again with one hand cupped, palm up. She was waiting\nfor the powder, and was ready. Becky took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes,\nand made sure she didn't inhale any of the dust. She pretended to go under. As\nbefore, Serbanescu took the basin of water and a washcloth and cleaned up the\nfront of her naked body. Then he untied her wrists and sat next to her, pulling\nher upper torso towards him to sit her up. As he reached for the cloth to wash\nher back, he looked at her face. And saw her eyes snap open, to stare back at\nhim. He was stunned. Especially because he didn't see fear in those eyes, but\nanger. He spoke. \"So, you are a very tough opponent, Glory Girl. Good, that\nmakes my task more enjoyable. You are awake, and see what is happening. But it\nis too late. You have been beaten and tortured here long enough that your body\nis too weak to resist. Even if you hit me, I won't even feel it. I still have\nyou and you can't escape.\" Becky choked out a snarl. \"Wrong, asshole!\"
\nHer hand had gone to his belt and she'd gotten what she had wanted. She brought\nit up to Serbanescu's neck and pressed the contacts into him, thumbing the\ntrigger of the electro-shock unit. His body jerked and twitched, and he fought\nto stay upright. But she zapped him a second and a third time. His eyes glazed\nover and he toppled forward. Becky did not have the strength to stay sitting up,\nlet alone to stop from falling back with the heavy muscular body dropping on top\nof her. She groaned at his weight. She thought he was out, but this was the most\ndangerous part of her plan. She had to put the shocker down to wiggle out from\nunder him, and was very afraid he would wake up before she could do anything.\nShe struggled, with practically no part of her body that wasn't wracked with\npain. She pushed at him and tried to wiggle her body out from under him. Slowly,\nhe slid over and she was alongside him. She reached down to his belt and pulled\nthe knife from its scabbard. She paused as her gaze went from the blade to\nSerbanescu's neck. It would be so easy to kill him right now. Just a simple\nslash across his throat. But she couldn't do that. She wasn't a killer. So she\nstruggled to pull herself into a sitting position, with the muscles in her arms\nhurting like hell. She doubled her body to allow her arms to just reach the\nropes on her ankles. With the knife, she sawed herself free and rolled off the\ntable. She tried to stand, but her legs just gave out and she crumpled to the\nfloor.
\nThe torturer could wake up at any time, so she crawled over to the dream hood\nand dragged it back to the table she'd been on. Managing to pull herself up on\nher knees, she slid the hood over Serbanescu's head and went over the\ncomponents. She found a switch plainly labeled \"on/off\" and flipped it. The unit\nhummed and she hoped it would keep him out. She watched his face for a while,\nand he seemed to be in a deep sleep. Suddenly there was a low buzz that came\nfrom his belt. She looked over and saw a cell phone. She pulled it off and\nflipped it open. Putting it to her ear, she heard, \"Serbanescu, what progess? Is\nshe suffering? How soon will you report her utter defeat?\" Rebecca recognized\nDaraba's voice and spoke into the phone. \"Sorry, but Serbanescu can't come to\nthe phone right now. He is... sleeping!\" There was a long pause, then Daraba\nasked, \"Who...who is this?\" Becky's anger raged as she answered. \"You know damn\nwell who this is, Daraba. That's probably a really large amount of money you\nwasted on this scheme. All for nothing. But I hope you try again. Come and get\nme. Because when you do I'll be the one who gets you. I've stopped you before\nand I'll keep stopping you until you're dead or in prison. DAMN YOU TO HELL!\"\nShe heard the man on the other end hang up, and she angrily threw the phone\naway. She heard it hit something and it sounded like it broke. Shit! That was\ndumb! She could have used the phone to call for help. Now she had to find a way\nout of here.
\nShe tried again to stand, but her legs just could not support her. With arms and\nlegs in excrutiating pain she crawled along the floor to the edge of the circle\nof light. Once past it, she could make out a little of the room. No windows, one\ndoor. Probably locked, and she didn't know where the key was. Even with the\ndream hood on him, would Serbanescu stay out for long? Even now, was Daraba on\nhis way there to finish her off? Becky looked back at the floor where she'd\ncrawled. there was a trail of blood as the cuts the whip had put on her knees\nhad pulled open. She just lay there on the floor, weak as a damp dishrag and\nwincing with pain all over her body.
\nBut when she had placed the dream hood on the torturer, she had not noticed\nshe'd brushed her hand over the intensity knob. It had been moved from position\none to position ten, which meant the dreams being fed to Serbanescu were\ndesigned to terrorize him. In his mind, the Romanian was standing in a flagstone\ncourtyard. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed above him, and the rain pelted\nhim. Once this storm would have terrified him, but he had spent his life\novercoming his childhood fear of lightning. Even when a bolt crashed near him,\nhe was uncomfortable, but held his fear in check. He began to sense that he was\nin the dream hood. So, the blond heroine was trying to hold him helpless with\nhis own invention! She was truly a formidable foe. But if he... \"But if you\nconcentrate, you can will yourself to wake up. You have not been weakened by\ntorture, as your victims were.\" Serbanescu heard the man's voice and looked to\none side where stood the red clad hero, Henri de Rouge. \"How did you...\" the\ntorturer called out, \"...why are you here? I defeated you! You died! You can't\nstop me from leaving this dream world!\" The crimson hero of the streets of Paris\ncupped his hands by his mouth and began to give out a high pitched squeal from\nhis throat. The cone of sound flew at Serbanescu and caused his head to throb.\nHis ears and eyes pounded from the vibrations. Henri de Rouge stopped, and\ncalled out. \"You have to concentrate to escape this dream. And we are here to\nsee you can't. You will go mad in this nightmare, receiving the same horrible\nfate you gave us.\" The Romanian had his hands tight against his ears to try to\nstop the sonic attack when suddenly someone behind him grabbed his wrists. He\nglanced back and saw it was a woman's hands, but he could not pull free. He\nheard her voice and at once recognized it. \"Hello Neculai, my one time lover. Do\nyou remember coming to Paris and fawning on me -- telling me what an amazing\nheroine I was? I remember. I recall us becoming friends, then lovers. Then you\ndrugged me, tortured me and sent me to a nightmare world where you destroyed my\nmind. Long afterwards, my wretched shell of a body sat in that hospital until it\nfinally gave out. Did you think you would ever see your loving Marquisa again?\"\nThe torturer did not reply. Now he was the one trembling with fear. Marquisa du\nGennesaile had her right hand holding his right wrist. Her hand slowly covered\nwith frost, them became ice. Serbanescu felt his hand and forearm begin to\nfreeze. Pinpricks of pain ran through the nerves as his flesh, muscle and blood\nfroze solid. The marquisa's left hand began to glow a bright red and then slowly\nwas covered in flames. Serbanescu's left hand and forearm were incinerated, and\ncharred flesh dropped from the bones. He screamed in pain as his hands were\ndestroyed. The French heroine who could control temperature with her body still\nheld him upright. As his mind reeled from the pain that ran through him, he\nwondered if the third member of the Legion de'Liberte would appear. And he\nlooked out and saw her, the other heroine he had captured, tortured and\ndestroyed. Madame Mystique stood in front of him in her glory. Her dark long\nhair streamed down her back, and her beautiful body was accented by the lowcut\nblack leather bustier, leather shorts that were split and laced up the side,\nblack domino mask and a long black satin cape. In her right hand he saw she held\na whip. It was the same one he kept as a memento after he'd defeated her, and\nthe one he'd used on Glory Girl. Madame Mystique spoke. \"You will not escape,\nNeculai Serbanescu. You trapped us in our nightmares, and we will keep you here\nin yours. The only thing your mind will be able to concentrate on will be the\npain we will give you.\" And she cracked her whip, over and over, shredding the\nclothes off the torturer and cutting the front of his body to ribbons. He\nscreamed. This was a scream that would last until his body could not take the\nterror and his heart just stopped. The heroes he had tortured had hung on in\ntheir nightmares for a long time because even under the worst conditions, they\nhad some hope. But Serbanescu had designed this torturous process and knew there\nwas no chance. So he gave up and died.
\nRebecca lay on the floor, not too far from the torturer's body, unable to bring\nherself to even crawl anymore. Her eyelids were dropping, but she didn't want to\nfall into another horrid dream. A dream of perfection. A false dream where\nsomeone would burst in and rescue her. Then she looked at the door and saw\nsparks and smoke at the lock. The door popped open and she saw Batgirl enter,\nthen stop to gasp as she looked down at Becky. Noooo... If she was back in the\ndream, that meant he had her once again...
\nBut the figure came to Becky's side, put an arm under her and lifted her up to a\nsitting position. \"Becky, can you hear me. Oh, god, you look terrible.\" Batgirl\npulled Rebecca close and hugged her. \"I'm sorry, Beck. I should have gotten here\nsooner. I should have tracked you down sooner. Please hang on. Medics are on the\nway.\"
\nThe ambulance and police arrived minutes later. Becky was taken to a hospital\nand after a week she had recovered enough that she went home. While she totally\nrecovered, it took a while before she could close her eyes without being a\nlittle afraid of what dreams would hold for her.
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