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Wonder Woman: Doomed
Commissioned by anonymous
"No!" Wonder Woman screamed as she arrived at the scene of destruction just in time to bear witness to Raven's brutal demise at the hands of the hulking Doomsday. The young, grey-skinned Teen Titan looked to have already suffered a painful beating. Her leotard had been torn almost completely off, skin covered in bruises. One perky tit hung free while the other looked to have been chewed off of her chest. Doomsday looked up from his cowering victim to the new arrival, a cold smirk forming on his face as he closed his fist around Raven's battered face. Wonder Woman could hear the girl's sobs suddenly cut off as Doomsday flexed his arm and crushed the Teen Titan's head with ease. Raven's body jerked wildly as her brains squished out from between Doomsday's fingers. A spray of piss shot from Raven's crotch, splattering against her trembling thighs. Doomsday released the mangled remains of the Teen Titan's head and lifted a foot, further destroying her corpse by smashing it into the ground. With the girl fully dealt with, Doomsday turned to face Wonder Woman, silently challenging her to attack.
Wonder Woman's typical confidence was already shaken at the sight of Raven's mangled corpse. Granted, the girl wasn't as strong as she was, but Doomsday was, by far, one of the toughest adversaries she'd ever gone up against. And it seemed that Raven's initial beating and murder already had the hellish thing's blood up and he was eager to continue is onslaught of devastation with Wonder Woman set as his next target. Doing her best to steady her nerves, Diana launched herself towards the bony giant standing over Raven's destroyed corpse. She released a battle scream of anger as she cocked a fist back and swung forward, nailing Doomsday in the jaw. His head flew back, followed shortly by his body as Wonder Woman forcibly removed him from the mound of pulped flesh and shattered bones that had been a Teen Titan only moments ago.
Doomsday dropped to the ground, but only for a moment before he pushed himself back up and charged back towards Wonder Woman. She dodged his first massive fist, only to catch the second one in her well-toned midsection. The strength of his blow shocked her and knocked the air from her lungs, but she shrugged it off fast to avoid his third strike and pull herself away from him. She lifted one of her muscular legs, snap-kicking Doomsday in the jaw before spinning and kicking out with her other leg. Her foot connected with his broad chest and once again sent him flying back, his almost impenetrable form smashing through a cement wall. Diana took the scant moments she had before Doomsday was back on his feet to catch her breath and finish shaking off the punch she'd taken, and then pressed her attack on him, flying forward and pounding her fists into his face.
Doomsday took Wonder Woman's powerful blows, stumbling back a few more feet as his head as knocked from one side to the other. Diana felt a flicker of hope that she might actually be able to subdue the beast - or at least delay him long enough for Superman or another of the Justice League members to arrive and help her. That hope was smashed in an instant as Doomsday stepped out of range of her blows and brought one of his thick arms up. He backhanded Wonder Woman across her face with a swift, hard blow. Diana cried out as the strike hit her, sending her flying back the way she'd come. She hit the ground hard, landing in a something that squished wetly underneath her. Pushing through the pain and daze of the blow, Wonder Woman realized with horror that she was staring into Raven's dead cunt. She felt a wave of nausea that was only made worse as she spotted the dead young heroine's sole, unblinking eye staring back at her from a pile of gory mush.
Although she managed to resist the urge to puke, by the time Wonder Woman pushed herself away from Raven's remains and turned to face Doomsday again, the behemoth was already on her. She tried to dive out of the way, but instead earned another solid kick - this time directly between her legs. Diana let out a howl of agony as her crotch exploded in pain and her body was hurled up from the ground. She was so focused on the agony of the blow, she hardly felt it when she smashed through the plate glass window and crashed through a desk. She blinked tears from her eyes and looked around to find herself lying amidst a now wrecked office. Thankfully, it looked like the employees had already fled the building. Diana pushed herself up onto unsteady legs and tried to push down the pain of her bruised genitals, instead focusing on the anger flowing through her. She spotted Doomsday standing out on the street, grinning with triumph as he stared up at her.
His smug look only helped to further enrage Wonder Woman. She jumped from the shattered window, pulling her golden lasso free and swinging it above her head. Her feet hit the asphalt, cracking it, and she hurled her lasso towards Doomsday, hooking it over his shoulders. She pulled the rope tight and yanked Doomsday forward, causing him to stumble. Flexing her arm muscles, Diana let out a scream of strain as she began to swing Doomsday. The large beast fell to the ground and was dragged along it; digging up trenches in the road before she managed to lift his form from the ground. She spun in place, lifting Doomsday higher and spinning him faster until finally releasing her hold on the lasso and sending him flying back towards the abandoned office building she'd been knocked into. She could only hope the rest of the building was as vacant as the floor she'd crashed into.
Doomsday's body crashed through the corner of the building and Wonder Woman watched with grim satisfaction as the building buckled and began to collapse. As tough as he is, that must have hurt him, she thought hopefully as she watched cement crumbled and glass shatter as the building descended into a pile of rubble. She trudged forward, feeling the ache in her muscles from the battle. If the force of the office building was enough to daze Doomsday, she had to keep him that way until reinforcements could arrive. Once adequate power was on her side, she and the other heroes could decide what to do with Doomsday. Considering what he did to poor Raven, throwing him into the heart of a star would be a kindness, Diana thought, her upper lip curling into a snarl of anger.
Wonder Woman stopped at the pile of rubble that had so recently been a building. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the debris, searching for any signs of movement. She thankfully didn't spot any corpses in the wreckage. Apparently the building had been successfully evacuated, after all. Her nerves were on edge, adrenaline pumping through her veins from the battle. She knew it couldn't have been as easy as that - as if dropping a building on Doomsday's head had been easy - and the longer she didn't see him pushing his way to the surface of the ruble, the more worried she became. "Where are you?" she hissed. "Where the hell are you?"
Suddenly, a six foot wide slab of concrete launched up from the ground. It happened so fast, Wonder Woman had no hope of dodging the hunk of debris. It smashed into her and her chest and face took the brunt of the blow. She cried out, stumbling backwards and dropping to the ground as she lost her balance. She tried to shake her head clear, but found it difficult to work through the pain of the strike. Doomsday emerged from the ruble and charged the fallen heroine, snatching hold of her leg and yanking her up. He began to swing her back and forth over his head, smashing her down into the ground and pulverizing the chunks of cement littering the area. Diana cried out with each downward slam she received, desperately trying to pry her ankle free of the monster attacking her.
After smashing Wonder Woman into the ground a dozen or so times, Doomsday twisted her around and flung her way. Her blurred form shot through the air, stopping suddenly as her back smashed into a telephone pole. The wood of the pole splintered as she impacted it, cracking the thing in half and pulling it down to the ground with her. Her outfit had suffered a good bit of damage. The golden eagle across her chest had been dented and ripped away during her pummeling and the red fabric underneath had gotten torn, allowing her large breasts to spill free. Her bracelets had also been dented and scuffed. Her tiara was just gone, leaving her dark hair a total mess. Aside from that, she'd received a number of superficial cuts and scrapes during her repeated bashing, but nothing too serious. Still, the repeated impacts had sapped her strength a good deal.
Diana reached up, gripping the splintered stump of the telephone pole so she could pull herself back up. Despite how sore she felt or how tired she was, she knew she had to keep fighting. Fleeing was not an option and neither was failure. Either one would put untold numbers of innocent lives at risk. It may have been a hopeless battle but she had to try. I wonder if that's what Raven thought when she attacked him, Diana thought, a flash of the young heroine's mutilated corpse appearing in her mind. With the flash came a flicker of fear. She could easily be the next corpse left in Doomsday's wake. Clenching her jaw tight and standing straighter, Wonder Woman pushed her fears and doubts aside and prepared herself to continue the fight.
Doomsday lumbered towards Wonder Woman at a leisurely pace. Part of her was thankful for the extra time to regain her energy, but she hated the smug look on the monster's face. It made her want to rush forward and slam into him. She managed to maintain her patience until Doomsday stood in front of her then allowed her anger to manifest. Her fist slammed into Doomsday's chest, only managing to shift him back a few inches. Diana pushed her attack, swinging her other arm up to strike the monster's face. His own hand came up to meet her, thick fingers clamping down around the bracelet covering her wrist. His fingers clenched down hard around the bracelet and Diana screamed as the metal was crushed inwards. She felt the bones in her wrist shift and snap as Doomsday crushed the bracelet around her arm.
The pain of her splintered bones shifting against one another distracted Wonder Woman enough that she didn't see Doomsday's other fist coming towards her until it was too late. She took the solid blow directly to her face, her head swinging backwards and blood squirting from her nose. She would have fallen, but Doomsday still gripped her broken wrist tightly. He yanked her towards him again and she instinctively tried to swing her uninjured fist at him. The blow was too weak to cause Doomsday even the slightest amount of discomfort. He let out a mocking snort of laughter and took Diana's fist in his own, squeezing down on it just as he had with her bracelet. Wonder Woman released a fresh scream of pain as her fist was crushed in on itself, fingers cracking.
With both her arms crippled in some way, Doomsday yanked Wonder Woman forward by her shattered hand and wrist. She cried out from the sharp pain of the tug, only to receive another disorienting blow as Doomsday head-butted her, knocking her head back and opening up a gash in her forehead. He released his hold on her and Diana stumbled backwards. She tried to remain standing but the dizziness of the blow had her far too disoriented. She instinctively tried to take a swing at Doomsday. The hit connected, but it caused her far more pain than it did the hulking beast standing before her. Diana screamed in pain and backed away, holding her wounded arms close to her exposed chest.
The fear and doubt was back in Diana's head and she doubted anything would get it out now. She managed to maintain a defiant look on her face, although it was tinged with pain, but it was a defiance she no longer truly felt within her. With her arms crippled and her lasso gone, she could only rely on her legs. She let out a scream and jumped into the air, snapping a foot out at Doomsday's head. His head was smacked to the side and he was knocked back a step, but the blow was nothing to him. He let out a dark chuckle as Wonder Woman landed back on her feet and then responded with a kick of his own. His leg rose high and his foot smashed into the side of her face, knocking her head around and very nearly snapping the heroine's neck. Diana spun like a top, her large breasts bouncing against her chest. Doomsday snatched the spinning woman by her long, dark hair and yanked her forward and down, bringing his knee up to smash into her face.
Wonder Woman cried out as her nose was shattered by the solid impact of Doomsday's knee into her face. Before she could even begin to deal with the agony or regain her bearings, Doomsday flung her away from him. Her back scrapped across the rubble and when she came to a stop, she found it impossible to rise back to her feet. Through the sheen of tears filling Diana's eyes, she saw the sun blocked out by the beast as he stepped up to her. He looked down at her with triumphant glory then lifted a foot to stomp down on Wonder Woman's toned stomach. Diana heaved as the blow stole her breath away. The stomping continued, the next one coming down on her plump tits and cracking the breast bone underneath.
With the second stomp to Wonder Woman's stomach, a forceful stream of vomit sprayed from Diana's lips. She felt the sting of humiliation as she heard Doomsday laughing at her. He dropped down on top of the fallen heroine, straddling her chest. His clenched fists took turns pounding into Wonder Woman's face. Her brain received a terrible rattling, but her skull remained intact, crushing the asphalt beneath her into dust. When he let up on the beating and looked down at the woman, he saw that her pretty features had been fairly well destroyed. Her lips were split and her nose was flattened, both eyes blackened. She seemed on the verge of passing out, so Doomsday decided to turn his attention to another area of her anatomy.
Doomsday grabbed the upper part of Wonder Woman's warm in one hand and placed the palm of his other against her collar bone. With a swift jerk upwards, he dislocated Diana's arm and drew a fresh scream of agony from her tattered lips. Her sweaty and bruised chest heaved as she gasped for air. She had never felt such all-consuming pain in her life and as Doomsday repeated his grip on her other arm she knew it was far from over. The pop and crack of her other arm being ripped from its socket was hardly audible over the screech ripped from Diana's throat. Doomsday chuckled and dropped the now properly crippled limb from his hand, leaning back to get a good look at the beaten heroine as she lay underneath him, arms twisted uselessly at her sides.
Rising back to his feet, Doomsday's eyes scanned the wrecked area that lay around him. His eyes fixed on Raven's pulped remains for a moment and a smirk of satisfaction crossed his face before he looked away. Finally, he saw something that truly pleased him and with a grin of inspiration, he reached down and took hold of Wonder Woman by her oversized tits. Diana screamed as the full weight of her body was lifted by her breasts, Doomsday's rough fingers digging into her soft flesh. She looked down at the beast in agonized horror as he carried her along with him, convinced that her breasts would tear free at any moment. When he dropped her, she let out a gasp of relief and was fully prepared to fall back to the ground, but her back hit against something that kept her propped up. She turned her head to glance behind her and saw the shattered stump of the telephone pole.
Doomsday brought Diana's attention forward again with a hard kick between her splayed thighs. Wonder Woman screamed as her pelvic bone cracked and shifted within her. A heavy stream of piss squirted from her crotch, soaking through her outfit and splattering against her thighs. Diana felt a flood of humiliation roll over her as she released her bladder, although the overwhelming pain and fear running through her kept her from being able to stop the flow. Doomsday laughed loudly at the once proud woman lying beaten at his feet. He knelt down so he could hook his fingers into the tattered front of her outfit and yank downwards. With a sharp tearing sound, Wonder Woman was stripped almost fully nude in time for Doomsday to watch the last of her piss dribble out of her swollen cunt lips.
Although it amused Doomsday to simply watch the fallen heroine's humiliation, his desire to utterly destroy her was stronger. Continuing to kneel before her, he moved both of his hands to her exposed crotch and roughly shoved his thumbs into her pussy. Diana screamed and kicked her legs against the ground, but could do little more than that with her dislocated arms. Her bruised tits pumped up and down as she breathed heavily, looking down the length of her body in horror as Doomsday began to pry open her cunt. Hooking his fingers around to grip her toned ass cheeks, the monster easily lifted Wonder Woman's body into the air. He stepped forward with her until her dangling legs hung on either side of the shattered telephone pole.
Diana screamed as Doomsday forced more of his fingers into her sex and stretched her further open. Looking down, she could see the telephone pole underneath her and she had a terrible idea of what he planned to do to her. What little resolve she had left was smashed away as she felt her cunt begin to tear from his stretching. She shook her head back and forth frantically. "Please," she gasped. "I beg you! Do not do this! Kill me if you must, but at least make it a clean death!" Doomsday only chuckled back at her and when he felt her pussy was spread wide enough, shoved her downwards onto the jagged stump of the telephone pole.
Wonder Woman's howl of pain rang through the air as her pussy was skewered on the stump of the pole. Sharp splinters of hard wood cut into and pierced her sensitive flesh. Doomsday slipped his fingers out of her bleeding hole when he had her nicely seated on the telephone pole, but he was far from finished with the heroine. He placed his hands on her shoulders, fingers digging into her dislocated bones, and shoved her down hard. Diana's voice gave out, the pain too great to be properly expressed by a wail. Instead, her mouth gaped open and her eyes bulged as she was forced further down the telephone pole. Her cracked pelvic bone snapped from the massive penetration. Doomsday gave her another hard downward shove and her nicely formed ass was resting on the ground once again, this time with the pole filling her destroyed cunt.
Doomsday slowly circled around Wonder Woman, admiring her sobbing wreck of a body. With her pelvic bone broken, her legs were now just as useless as her arms. All she could do was sit there, staring up at him as she blubbered out almost unintelligible pleads for mercy. Her voice was hoarse from her powerful screams and the fact that she was even trying to beg for mercy was not only a sign of her broken will, but her fragmented frame of mind if she truly believed she had any hope of a quick death from the beast towering over her. After making three laps around her, Doomsday decided to respond to her pleas, with a hard stomp to her left knee. The blubbering became screams again as Diana's knee cap was shattered. Keeping his foot firmly planted on her broken knee, Doomsday leaned down to grab hold of Wonder Woman's booted foot and pulled it upwards. Diana howled as her leg snapped, bending in a direction it was never meant to go.
After giving it a few twists back and forth, Doomsday dropped Wonder Woman's horribly broken limb back to the ground. He considered doing the same to her other leg, but knew she would expect such a move, even if she could do nothing to resist it or combat against the agony it would cause. So instead, he stepped in front of her and reached down to cup her large breasts. Diana gasped and her senseless begging began again. He gradually tightened his grip on the heroine's bruised tits until his fingers were digging deep into her soft flesh. When his grip was firm enough, he planted his feet and yanked back on each of the mounds with a hard yank. Wonder Woman screamed as the sound of her skin tearing filled the air and in an explosion of crimson blood and yellow fat, both of her breasts her forcibly removed from her chest.
Doomsday held his twin handfuls of Wonder Woman's tits up to the sobbing heroine's flushed face, showing her exactly what he had done to her before chucking the useless clumps of skin and fat to the ground. He crushed each of them under his foot, fully destroying them just as he intended to fully destroy her. Diana stared down at the gory sight of her debreasted chest, panting heavily, eyes wide with shock. The agony running through her was at an insurmountable peak. She didn't know if she could suffer any more and she desperately didn't want to find out if she could. She wished she could pass out and stay unconscious long enough that Doomsday got bored with her and killed her. She had no hope of survival. There was no possible way she could recover from the trauma he had put her through, emotionally or physically.
Sensing that he'd milked as much torment out of his victim as he could, Doomsday's evil mind began to come up with a proper way to end her life. He smirked and reached down to take hold of one of her mangled arms. The fact that it was already dislocated made it all the more easy for the beast to tear the limb away from the rest of her body. Diana howled and stared at the gory, jagged stump of her arm, blood spurting out onto the ground. Doomsday silenced her scream by using the woman's severed arm as a club, smashing her across the face. He continued to smack her back and forth across the head until her entire face was bruised and she was spitting broken teeth from her tattered lips. Lowering the limb to take a look at the damage he'd done, he saw that Wonder Woman's mouth hung open awkwardly. He grinned as he realized he'd broken the heroine's jaw and a fresh idea came to him.
Dropping Wonder Woman's severed arm, Doomsday reached down and hooked his fingers into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized he was about to do. She managed a weak moan of dismay a moment before Doomsday ripped her broken jaw off entirely. Blood poured down her neck to mix with the blood already drenching her gory chest and her tongue flopped uselessly. Doomsday chucked Diana's jaw over his shoulder, wasting no time to continue his torture. The heroine was in danger of drowning in her own blood or going into shock and he wanted neither thing to happen. Clenching his fist, he punched his way down Wonder Woman's throat. Her eyes bulged - on the verge of popping out of her skull - as her neck expanded from the size of Doomsday's fist filling it.
Diana tried to scream, but with Doomsday's fist down her throat, it was reduced to nothing but a choking gurgle. With a grunt, the beast shoved his arm further into the defeated heroine's body, down to his elbow. Tears poured from Wonder Woman's eyes as she felt Doomsday's fingers clawing around within her chest, ripping up her precious internal organs. He shredded through her lungs on his way to his ultimate target. He felt the warmly and rapidly pounding organ and slipped his fingers around it, getting a firm grip on Wonder Woman's heart. He gave it a few squeezes, enjoying the look of pain in her eyes each time he did. Then, with a solid grip on the powerful muscle, Doomsday extracted his gore-drenched arm from Wonder Woman's ruined face.
Doomsday held Wonder Woman's heart in front of her face, letting her watch it spew out the last few pumps of blood it had left in it before the life fled both the organ and her eyes. Diana's head slumped forward limply, dead eyes staring at her ruined body. Doomsday clenched his fist tight around her heart, crushing the organ before dropping it into the dead heroine's lap. Doomsday turned away from Wonder Woman's devastated corpse and stomped away, leaving her as a gory warning to all the other heroes that might come across her. After brutally slaughtering Raven and Wonder Woman, Doomsday was eager to continue his killing spree and marched forward, confident in his superiority over all the pathetic beings crawling across the planet.