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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 12
Day 10:
            There was absolutely no way that Flash could take any more abuse. Sinestro and Polaris were both buried to the hilt inside of him, the Key was thrusting into his mouth, and Toyman was simply watching eerily from the table where he sat. Once again he’d been blindfolded, and this time Sinestro had used his powers to create straps that bound Flash’s arms behind his back and his ankles to his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will it all away. He tried to pretend that he couldn’t feel two large cocks pumping separately inside him, but the thrusts were getting faster and rougher, and he could feel blood trickling down his thighs. The pain made him yell, but all he could do was choke and gag around the Key’s own member. He felt more weak and helpless than he had ever felt in his life. Polaris and Sinestro pushed roughly into him one last time before they came messily into his abused body. Soon after, the Key came into his mouth, holding his nose until he was sure Flash had swallowed all of it. The three of them pulled away and lay in post orgasm bliss while Flash trembled and fought the urge to retch again. A few of the toys that Toyman had used on him lay scattered on the ground, Flash looked away from them and curled into a ball, desperately telling himself it wasn’t happening.
            Flash longed for Luthor to come into the room and make them stop. To take him into his rooms and make him feel good. Make him feel anything, really, that wasn’t what he was feeling now. What had become of his friends? Had they managed to escape?
            One of the men, he wasn’t sure who, wrapped an arm around his lean body and pulled him flush against his chest, a re-stiffening cock prodding at his entrance. Flash shuddered. It wasn’t happening.
            A hand trailed down his stomach to grab his sore, limp manhood. It wasn’t happening.
***
            Batman watched from an air vent as Luthor stood in the control room, waiting for him to reveal where the others were located. It had taken him quite a while to even find the place as he crawled around in the air vents, but finally, he’d managed it. Now if only Luthor would leave so he could search the computers.
            “Luthor,” someone at the monitors said, “It looks like the league has already taken care of Granny Goodness and her ships and sent them packing.”
            Luthor chuckled. “I knew they wouldn’t last long without Darkseid, without him they aren’t organized or motivated enough to take on the League.”
            “Luthor!” Giganta stormed into the room, hands on her hips.
            “What is it now, Giganta?”
            “You are going to kill that boy! Make them stop it now! He may be with the League, but you’ve let this go too far.”
            “That was the point.” Luthor said. “But if you feel the need to argue about it, you can just go down to the Playroom and help him out yourself. Toyman’s just told me that they’re finished.”
            Giganta glared at him and then stormed out of the room. Batman moved to follow her and then stopped. Vigilante and Shayera needed to be located as well. They were likely more whole and well than Flash, and would be useful reinforcements to breaking him out. He would need to extract them first.
            The villains left the room, deep in discussion about a device that attacked only those who had superhuman abilities. Silently and unnoticed by anyone, Batman slipped out of the vent and began cracking into the computer system. He found Shayera and Vigilante in holding cells not far from the room.
            And then saw Flash on one of the surveillance monitors. His heart stopped for a moment and rage burned through him like a fire.
***
            Giganta entered the cold room with the security code Luthor had given her and it opened to reveal the Playroom. Toyman's sick chamber full of various devices, all with the some gruesome purpose in mind.
            Flash lay naked in a heap on the floor, a ball gag, anal beads, and various other less friendly sex toys scattered around him, blood and semen all over, his body littered with burns and bruises, and now a smattering of cuts and gashes.
            “Flash,” she whispered, shaking his shoulder. “Flash.”
            “Nn…” Wally curled closer to her gentle touch, body trembling. “please..no more.. please…” he whispered, his eyes fluttered closed as he fell into near unconsciousness. Giganta pulled his body closer to hers and hauled him off the ground. Flash let out several weak moans of pain and protest.
            “Don’t worry, Wally. I’ve got you. We’re going to get you help…it’s alright.” She glanced around the room but she saw nothing that would help cover his nakedness. His uniform lay tattered and torn on the ground near a sinister looking machine. Only his mask lay intact. She wanted to spare him any more indecency, but there was no time to find him some clothes. She grabbed his suit and tore it in the rest of the way in half so that his lower body would at least be covered. As an afterthought, she grabbed his mask and stuffed it into her pocket.
            She pulled him to his feet, but he would not or could not walk. She leaned against a wall and got a good grip around his limp form, hauling him up and over her shoulder. He weighed almost nothing and it was no trouble at all for her to run through the hallways bearing his weight. Giganta headed through a less populated area of the ship to get to the holding cells where the other Leaguers were being held. If she could get Flash to them, then they could all escape together. She slowed to a halt, pausing to listen before she turned the corner. Wally groaned meekly as she set out at a run once she was sure the coast was clear.
            She managed to reach the cells without incident, and felt relief sweep through her. Until she realized that they were empty. The Leaguers were nowhere in sight. She felt panic beginning to bubble into her chest. If she couldn’t get Flash to them she would have to put him back into that cell. She stood there trying to figure out what to do next. Should she take Flash back to the cell and hope that the Leaguers go there to rescue him? That didn’t seem likely. Luthor could be there already, waiting for her to bring him and Vigilante had been badly injured in battle, Hawk Girl wouldn’t be dragging him all over the ship looking for a second man to haul around. She bit her lip.
            A silent shadow moved behind her and before she knew it, Wally was being yanked off her shoulder and she had been slammed hard against the wall. “AHHH!” she yelled in surprise and pain.
            Hawk Girl stood over her, armed with what looked like a broken chair leg. Behind her, Batman had Flash in his arms.
            “Don’t move a muscle, bitch.” Shayera said menacingly looming over her. Giganta nodded, watching nervously as Batman emerged from the shadows, Wally in tow. Batman set the younger man down, checking his pulse and taking stock of his injuries. Shayera, noticing where she was looking, raised her voice so Batman could hear her, never turning or taking her eyes from Giganta. “Is he--?” Giganta was surprised to note the tone of worry in the winged woman’s voice.
            “He’s alive.” Batman confirmed gravely. His hands moved to lift Wally so that he was in a sitting position. He touched a gash on the younger man that ran from the curve of his hip to his back, just below his shoulder blade. It was bleeding still. Giganta frowned. She hadn’t had time to clean and dress his wounds. She was glad that Batman couldn’t see his lower body at the moment, she could see it in the way that he stiffened that was enraged enough at the injuries he could see.
            Batman used a balm from his belt to stop the bleeding in the large gash, and several other wounds and pulled off his cape, carefully wrapping Flash in it so that he was covered as well as possible. He lay the young man down next to the unconscious and slightly bleeding Vigilante was waiting in a niche in the wall. “He’s in bad shape, Shayera.”
            “That’s an understatement,” Giganta said. She had intended to sound sarcastic, but it had come out sounding more desperate and urgent than anything else. “Take him out of here.” She told Batman. “Get him out of here right now!” She lifted her fist and offered the Flash’s mask at Batman. Shayera tensed as she did this, but didn’t move to attack.
            Batman regarded the mask for a long moment before moving to take it from her. He returned to his comrade and slipped it gently over Wally’s face. Shayera, obviously deciding the woman wasn’t a threat, lowered her weapon and walked over to Flash. Cupping his check with one hand and whispered something to him. There was a moment that Shayera’s face slipped into deep worry and she pressed her forehead against the speedster’s. Giganta raised her eyebrows. Luthor had certainly been right about the deep attachment the original League members had with the redhead. Then the moment was over and her expression snapped back to one of determination. “We need to go, NOW.”
            Batman nodded his agreement. He regarded Giganta for a moment. “Thank you.” He said. It was a simple statement, but it carried a tone she had never heard from him. She stared at him blankly, at Shayera, and then gazed down at Wally.
            “There are some things you just can’t stand by and let happen.” She said quietly. Batman’s eyes narrowed.
            “Like letting you escape.” Luthor’s voice rumbled with amusement as he turned around the corner and into the passageway where they all stood. A group of cronies followed him. He regarded them all and frowned at Giganta. “You are going to regret this.” He sneered. “I’ve been looking for a reason to get rid of you since I overcame Grodd.” He turned to face the others. “There is no way off this ship, and even if their was, you are trapped in this dimension.” He said flatly. “Give me back what belongs to me,” he indicated Flash, still laying unconscious, “go calmly back to your cells, and we won’t have to get ugly.”
            Batman and Shayera shared a significant glance. Then Shayera roared and threw her chair leg at Luthor. She whirled, grabbing Flash and Vigilante at the same time Batman lunged to grab Giganta by her wrist and pull her towards the others. Then he pressed a button on his belt, and the whirring sound of the teleport rose over the yells of the cronies, now running to grab them as they disappeared.
******
            Luthor watched the Leaguers disappear and then slammed his fist against the metal wall of the ship, cursing.
            “Baaayybee,” cooed Tala, rubbing his shoulders as she turned the corner. “Why are you mad? Isn’t this what you wanted to happen?”
            “Yes, but I didn’t anticipate Giganta’s betrayal. If she manages to spring Grodd from prison, he will come here and challenge me.”
            “This is not something to be worried about,” she assured him, turning to walk back toward her rooms, pulling his arm in indication that she wanted him to follow. “Come now, let us celebrate in anticipation of your victory over the Justice League.”
            Luthor yanked his arm back roughly, but did follow her to her rooms. After all, the sight of Flash laying half naked wrapped in black had been surprisingly arousing. His pants bulged as he thought about the speedster.
            Oh the plans he had for him.
******
            No one was in sight as the group into the medical bay of the Earth headquarters. Through the glass of the medical bay they stood in, they could see the place itself was smashed in several places, as though someone had been thrown through several walls in the midst of battle. They’d landed in the private medical bay where heroes were treated when they needed privacy or intensive care and it seemed relatively untouched. Shayera was still clinging to the two men. Giganta squealed at the sensation of teleporting and fell a few steps where they’d landed.
            “That was a near thing.” Shayera said, checking Vigilante’s pulse, and then turning to Flash. Her redheaded friend looked very vulnerable laying crumpled under Batman’s cape. “Wally.” No answer. She fumbled for a pulse, but her hand had started shaking. “WALLY!” the young man didn’t stir. Her breath caught in her chest and she couldn’t move. “I-is he—“
            “He’s alive,” Batman confirmed, carrying Vigilante to one of the private beds in the sick bay.
            “Check him for any opens wounds, and fill a tub. We’ll need to get him clean.”
            “Wait. Let me,” Giganta pulled herself off the ground and moved to Flash.
            Shayera growled and stepped protectively over her friend. “Listen, I have no reason to trust you. I’m sure as hell not putting my friend’s health in your hands.”
            “I’ve been treating him.” Giganta said, flushing with anger. “I pulled him out of there, all you did was push a button. Where were you this whole time while—“
            “Enough.” Batman walked out of the room and glared at both of them. “Shayera, Giganta and I will take care of Flash. I need you to fly out and see what’s going on and where everyone is. Find J’onn and bring him here, he’s better trained than all of us are at treating wounds. Don’t tell anyone else, just bring him.” He hoisted Flash up and headed to the room next to Vigilante’s. “Giganta, grab that tub and bring it in here.” He ordered, not waiting for either woman to disagree.
            Shayera stood there angrily for a moment, watching Giganta pulling out a portable bathtub the medical staff kept around for Leaguers who were to heavy to carry to the bathroom. She ruffled her wings in agitation, turned on her heel and took off to find J’onn.
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