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Flash Tormented	By : Cornacopia Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 6193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
Day 8:
            The gentleness was gone. Luthor was fucking Wally as hard as he could. Once again blood ran down the speedster’s thighs. This time there was no aphrodisiac, no drug to ease his mind, and no lube tone ease the passage, save for his own blood. Luthor had throat fucked him brutally as soon as he’d been dragged into the room, his saliva had provided the only lubrication. He had fought against Luthor, and had simply been overpowered by the larger man who was now fucking him savagely over a couch in his personal room.
            “You like that?” Luthor roared, angrily, pulling Wally’s head back so it was close to his own. “You like that? You’re such a fucking whore. Take it like the bitch you are” he grabbed a nipple with his other hand and twisted as hard as he could.
            Wally screamed in agony and tightened around Luthor’s huge cock.
            “Say what I told you,” Luthor order, slamming particularly hard into Wally’s abused ass and holding it there for a moment. “SAY IT!” He was still twisting Wally’s nipple and he whimpering, held helplessly up by his hair.
            “I l-l-love y-y-your cock, L-Lex.” Wally murmured, his face flushed a deep scarlet and he was breathless with the effort of bearing Lex’s weight.
            Luthor pulled out all the way to his tip, agonizingly slowly, and Wally trembled as he pushed it back in just as slowly. Luthor let go of Wally and let him fall, face smashed against the couch.
            “Aaaahhhh L-Lex…aaaaahh… please…” The cock was withdrawn from his body once more, thought this time instead of going slowly, Luthor slammed into the thin man below him with such forced that he pushed             Wally a full foot forward on the couch, pressing his face against the material.
            “LOUDER” Luthor commanded, plowing into Wally with all his might. “I-I love your cock, LEX! P-please fill me with your cum! Please... P-p-please, please, please,” Wally whimpered each word out between thrusts. He sounded more like he was begging Luthor to stop, but the older man supposed that it would suffice for now.
            “OOoohhaaahhhhh” Wally moaned loudly, despite himself. Luthor buried himself in at the hilt as hard as he could and rammed against that sweat spot inside Wally’s body.
            “Beg me to let you come, you fucking whore. You useless piece of shit. Beg for it!!” Wally’s eyes rolled up into his head as Lex repeatedly hit that spot inside of him. Cum spilled from his cock, spurting all over his stomach and onto the couch he was pressed against.
            “You fucking came!!” Luthor roared, enraged. A large hand wrapped itself around Wally’s throat and squeezed. He choked desperately while Luthor continued to ram into his ass. His mouth opened in an attempt to get more air and thin line drool trickled down, out of his mouth. He wheezed and gasped and clutched desperately at the hands trying to strangle him.
            “I’m s-sorry,” Wally choked, still pulling on the powerful arm that was squeezing the life out of him. Luthor pulled out and Wally thought it was over, until agony shot through his body and the electricity and pain from the collar shot through his body once more. The sound that came from him wasn’t human, as he writhed underneath Luthor’s crushing hands, choking and gasping for air.
            Luthor waited until Wally had passed out before lifting his finger from the button on his belt. Then he pressed himself back into the slim body and finished inside with a grunt. He got up and straightened himself, checked in the mirror to ensure that he looked commanding, and walked out of his room.
            Several lesser villains walked into the room at his departure, eyes sweeping greedily over Wally’s limp form as they began to strip out of their clothes.
***
            Wally was being jolted back and forth. Reality pulled at the fringes of his mind and reluctantly he woke up. His eyes fluttered open and stared in horror at the man who was pumping into him leered down. Reflexively his hands went defensively to push weakly at the man’s cock, trying to pull him out. It was useless.
            “Aahaa, sleeping beauty wakes,” chuckled a voice from behind him, but at the angle he was being held he couldn’t see the speaker.
            “Uhhhhhh” grunted the man inside him. “Ugghh, uuhhhh, yeah, take it.”
            Wally felt sick. How long had they been violating his unconscious body? He was flipped unceremoniously onto his stomach as the man readjusted himself and began pumping faster, grunting like a pig as he did so. The young man felt his mind linger to the detail of the floor in Luthor’s room. It was hardwood. Hardwood in a spaceship, he mused. A wave of nausea hit him and he threw up, coughing. The villains laughed at him. He closed his eyes waiting for it to be over.
            He just wanted it to be over.
***
            Once the group of five had finished with him, Wally had lay limply in a small pool of semen, alone in the room, before Giganta entered. He peered up at her from where he lay, not bothering to move. He couldn’t read the expression on her face as she lifted him up as though he weighed nothing, and carried him to Luthor’s attached bathroom.
            Wally thought he heard the woman tsk as some of the filth got on her, and she lowered him into the empty tub. She turned the water to a luke-warm and let it fill up. Wally moaned. The water felt amazing on his skin, he leaned his head back.
            Once the tub was full, Giganta began to bathe him. Wally flinched and tried to struggle away, but she held him firmly. Being so weak in front of an attractive woman was a whole new level of humiliation. He didn’t have a shred of dignity left.
            “Let me,” she said softly, taking one of his hands as it tried to push her away. Wally went stiff and looked at the water for a long moment. Then he went limp in her grasp, and leaned his head back down, turned slightly away so she couldn’t see his face.
            Resigned, Wally lay on his back and allowed to Giganta to take a sponge and wash the grime from his body. She was very gentle, but even so, some of the bite marks and burns caused him to arch his back and hiss in pain.
            “Shhh..” Giganta said, not unkindly as she worked, she moved down to clean his manhood. His hand grabbed her wrist. Still not looking at her he took the sponge from her hand. His skin a bright pink, he would do that part at least. She allowed it, even looking away out of respect.
            Wally turned to let her clean his back. The water and soap stung, he had taken a beating from Luthor and his back was a lot worse off than his front. There was a particularly large gash where his body had slammed down on some metal protrusion of the ship during his escape attempt. Still, the water was nice. The soap made him feel a lot cleaner then Tala’s cleansing spells. Though he had to resist the urge to scrub and scrub until his skin was raw.
            Giganta helped him out of the tub and he dried himself off with a large towel while she pulled some medical supplies from a bag she’d brought with her. She took the towel from him, leaving him bare to the world. He was still flushed.
            “I need to apply this to your wounds so they heal right,” she said, embarrassed, indicating Flash’s butt with her hand. He looked away. “Just turn around, it’ll be over in a minute.” She thought for a moment he was going to refuse, and then he turned and leaned against the bathroom counter.
            When she finished she handed him a pair of clean white sweats that he pulled up hurriedly, still not making eye contact. “Come with me to your room, and I’ll dress the rest of them there.” She told him, holding out her arm for him to lean on. He put more of his weight on her than she’d expected. And he limped out of the room as she supported most of his weight. He looked to be in agony.
            “I-I’m sorry about earlier.” His voice came out raspy. She was surprised, and regarded him for a moment.
            “Can’t say I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, no hard feelings.”
            He was silent as they reached the small room that acted as his cell. Giganta set to work rubbing more balm on his injuries, the gash on his back made him yelp in pain as she set to wrapping it. The balm had a heavy, earthy smell to it, but it soothed the steady aching pain that emanated over his skin. It did nothing for his screaming muscles. “What’s your name?” she asked gently as she worked.
            He was silent for a moment. What did it matter now anyway? His hero days were over. He closed his eyes, “Wally.”
            She smiled lightly, “It suits you.” He made a sound that could have been one of acknowledgement or pain.
            “Grandma Flash named me.” He said, making an attempt at a smile. “She was always telling me it was a name for a troublemaker…”
            “I didn’t have a grandmother,” Giganta said as she wrapped bandages around Wally’s wrists. The skin was raw and scabbed, and the wound kept breaking open and bleeding because of all the rough treatment he had received in the last week.
            Once finished, she checked his head wound, which was now a bump more than anything else, and rubbed a balm gently on his neck where the skin was badly burned and chafed from the shocks he had received. Wally appeared to fall asleep as she did this. She set him back against the pillows, but there wasn’t a blanket to cover him with.
            Giganta gave a last glance at Wally’s bruised and broken body before turning and leaving the room. He was more black and blue than he was creamy tan now. Wally ignored the food tray she brought back and rolled over onto his side, back to the door as she left.
******
            “I’m going.”
            “Batman, we’ve already discussed this.” J’onn said patiently. “You can’t go. Superman must go alone until we are able to retrieve Flash.”
            “I’m. Going.”
            Superman put a hand on Batman’s shoulder. “You can’t go. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do my best to help Wally.”
            “It’s a trap.”
            “Obviously.”
            “Please save him.” Batman said weakly, pulling his shoulder away and slinking from the room. “I’m going to my room, I need to be alone.” Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and Shayera who were also in the room glanced at each other. Shayera stood and followed Batman out of the room.
            “Bruce!” She caught up to him and stopped him with her hand. “Bruce, what is wrong with you? I’ve never seen you like this. What is going on?”
            “I—“Batman stopped and slammed his fist into the wall. “I need to know Flash is alright. I need… I need him to be alright…”
            Shayera was silent, frowning. She knelt down next to him. “It isn’t your fault. The best thing you can do now is be there for him once we get him back.”
            Batman leaned against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. “I should have been there at the fight, with him. This wouldn’t have happened if—“
            “I need to save him. I have a feeling that Luthor won’t make it possible for Superman to escape with him…”
            Shayera hesitated and then rested her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “Flash is like a little brother to me, and I agree with you about Luthor. I will do what I can to help.”
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