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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 4
Day 3:
            Over the following day Toyman continued to “play” with Flash, until the young man didn’t even respond to the shocks. When this happened, Luthor went down to Flash’s prison and watched the hero slump in his bindings.
            “Are you ready to work with me, hero?” He asked mockingly as Flash struggled to lift his head.
            “N-no. No way will I… help… you… you…jerk…” Flash gasped through clenched teeth as Toyman turned the shocks back on.
            “As high as you can go, then.” the evil genius ordered, and Toyman obliged, cranking up the power. The room was instantly filled with screams as Flash writhed and struggled. Luthor waved his hand and the power was turned off. Flash slumped back into his bindings, groaning. “Leave us.” Luthor ordered, walking over to Flash. When they were gone, he pulled off the hero’s mask and found that his green eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, his cheeks puffy and wet from involuntary tears. His hair was mussed.
            “You really do have such a pretty face, even like this.” Luthor chuckled, running a finger down Wally’s cheek. Wally merely moaned, his eyes heavily lidded and blank looking. Seeing he was disoriented, Luthor released Wally from the bindings and laid him down on an examination table, not bothering to strap him down. The electricity would have rendered his limbs weak and useless for a while still. Effortlessly, Luthor removed the rest of Flash’s costume, revealing an athletically lean, muscular body. A few scars scattered his body where a villain had been lucky enough to strike the speedster, and his entire body was covered in nasty welds and burns from the electricity. His wrists and ankles had burned and bloodied skin, doubtless from the hero’s attempts to escape while Luthor was commanding the first confrontation with the Justice League. It had been a weak battle. It was obvious the stronger members hadn’t returned yet, and those fighting were still weak from the battle a few days ago in Metropolis.
            As gently as he could Luthor began to rub balm on these wounds, causing Wally to flinch, but the he didn’t attempt to escape, it didn’t even register to him that he was unbound. He merely moaned in pain.
            “Perhaps we went a little overboard, Wally” Luthor mused, rubbing the soft, toned skin of Wally’s wrist with burn cream and binding the open wounds with bandages. Disoriented, Wally let out little murmurs of pain and defiance, but nothing entirely coherent. He was slipping out of consciousness. Food. Luthor realized. The speedster would have a faster metabolism than a normal human. He was most likely starving. It had been three hard days for the young man, with nothing more than water to sustain him. Luthor suspected that Tala had employed magic to sustain the mans life in order to obey his command to keep Flash alive. Good. That would make this all the easier if he was starving to the point of collapse.
            Once he was finished cleaning the wound among the soft red tresses of hair, and Wally had recovered enough consciousness that Luthor decided it was time to tie him down. By the time he could speak, metal ropes held his arms and legs apart, holding the speedster spread eagle onto the table.
            “F-fuck you” Wally panted.
            “Hmm… that’s not a very hero-like thing to say.” Luthor mocked.
            Wally didn’t answer.
            “Well now, what do you say? Will you help me take out Superman?”
            “Nnn.” Flash said stubbornly, but Luthor heard worry in his voice this time.         “They’re going to be here soon. They’ll find me. J-just wait.” Luthor frowned, the speedsters tone held desperation, to be sure. But he was still as determined as ever to fight.
            “Yes, I have no doubt that they will. We’ll change dimensions as soon as they do find us and they’ll have to start all over again and eventually, yes, they will catch up to us. It is my goal that you be one of my willing pawns before that happens.”
            Wally snorted weakly in contempt but said nothing.
            “Oh, you will join me. I may not be able to break you with electricity, but there are different means of persuasion.” He reached over and pulled the bindings on Wally’s legs and arms tighter. Then he pulled another strap around his head and over his forehead to hold it down to the table.
            “This one, for example.” Luthor said as he worked. “It is a very effective torture both to the mind and body. Not to mention fun for me.” Luthor walked over to the cabinets that held the medical supplies and pulled out a small case. On the table next to Wally, he opened the case to reveal two rows of shots containing a blue colored liquid. He selected one and positioned it to the large vein in the hero’s arm.

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            “Argghh!” the redhead cried as the needle was jabbed roughly into his arm. Pain filtered through his body and he cried out. Very quickly, the pain died away, but something wasn’t right with his body. He was hot, burning, and—
            “What did you do?” he yelled, feeling his skin growing more sensitive against the straps binding him. “What was that?!”
            In answer, Luthor gently ran his hand down Wally’s shoulders and over his chest, brushing the younger’s nipples. Wally shuddered and leaned to the side, trying to get away from Luthor’s touch.
            “Just a drug I created after an interesting conversation with the Ultra Humanite. I’ve been testing it out, but haven’t had a field run yet. Its purpose is specifically to stop you from using your powers for a certain amount of time.” Wally could hear the smile in his voice. “It makes you weaker and much more sensitive. Possibly slightly weaker than a normal human. It also,” he added brushing lightly against Wally’s nipples, “has another interesting effect. In normal humans it seems to serve as an aphrodisiac, if the Ultra Humanite knows his stuff…” Luthor continues running his hands along the contours of Flash’s slim body, causing the hero to moan involuntarily as his fingers brushed burns and sensitive places. “Do you want to give up yet?” Luthor whispered into the younger’s ear, making him shiver as the drug worked it’s magic.
            “Aahh” he breathed, “N-no. Sto-AHH” Lex’s hands had slid down to his crotch and were ghosting over his sensitive and reluctantly growing arousal. Wally wriggled as Lex touched him softly, gently, and teasingly. As though he were a cherished lover instead of a hated enemy. Luthor placed a finger on the tip of his cock and pushed it up, allowing the hero to see his own naked, growing arousal before the mask was slipped back onto Wally’s flushed face and a blindfold covered his. Flash whimpered as Luthor continued his ministrations, one hand continuing to massage the young hero’s cock as the other slid upward to resume teasing his nipples.
            “D-don’t!” he cried out. “Stop! P-please!” Luthor smirked as he watched the blindfolded youth.
            “What was that? Don’t stop? Alright, if your sure…” He began jerking Flash’s now hardened member, using his other hand to fondle his balls. Flash was crying out incomprehensibly, and Luthor found that he was getting aroused himself. Lex continued to pump faster and faster, until Flash’s breath hitched and he came all over Luthor’s hand and his own stomach.
            “What’s this? You came?” Luthor mocked, rubbing his soiled fingers over the hero’s lips and pushing them into his mouth. “What a little whore. Suck your cum off my fingers like a good boy.”
            “Mmrrrmph!!” Flash pulled away, trying desperately to force Luthor’s fingers out of his mouth.
            “Come now, I know you liked it.” Luthor said poking the speedster’s cock lightly. “You’re still hard.” Flash whimpered around the fingers in his mouth. Tears rolled down his cheeks, hidden by the mask and blindfold. Luthor wrapped his hand around the hero’s member and squeezed hard. Flash cried out.
            “I said suck.” He ordered, not letting up. Flash grudgingly obliged, sucking his own essence from Luthor’s fingers, trying his best not to think about what was happening. Pretending not to hear the rustle of cloth as Luthor pulled off his own clothing and it pooled to the floor as the older man released the bindings on Flash’s feet. Keeping his fingers in Flash’s mouth, he flipped the younger man over roughly, climbed onto the table with him and straddled his legs to hold them in place.
            “Good boy.” Luthor purred, pulling his fingers from Flash’s mouth and slowly trailing them down Flash’s back. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to enjoy this quite as much as I am.” Luthor admitted.
            “Please,” Flash whimpered, interrupting Luthor as a large, wet finger began probing at his ass. “Please stop. AH! Please.”
            “Not that this is my first time.” The older man continued, ignoring Flash’s pleas. “You either take or are taken in prison—“ his fingers slid down between the curves of the hero’s toned ass and found Flash’s entrance. “Guess which I was?” he asked and suddenly slammed a finger roughly into Flash. Flash screamed and kicked weakly, but his strength was gone. His legs barely responded, after the electric torture he’s been subjected to.
            “AHHHHHH!!! UUuuuh, no!!! No! Don’t—AHH!” Luthor jabbed the one finger roughly all the way in and all the way out several times. Saliva was a poor lubricant, and Flash’s cries slurred together. He felt like he was being torn apart. Luthor was a big man, with big hands. He gulped back a plea, don’t beg, he chided himself through his hazy thoughts. He wouldn’t. The small pucker contracted, trying to get used to the very intimate invasion.
            Luthor pulled his finger out and Flash heard a wet sound and then the finger was back, prodding and demanding entrance to his trembling orifice. A second finger was jabbed into his body, sliding in easier than the first because of some sort of lubricant Luthor was using.
            It hurt.
            Flash had been hurt before, he could take a beating. A hard beating. He could almost even handle being electrocuted. But this, this was a whole new level of pain. He was exhausted from Toyman’s electricity, and Luthor’s drug had rendered him weak and shaky and powerless.
            And sensitive.
            And horny.
            What would the others think of him if they knew this was happening? Too weak to save himself from rape.
            Rape.
            Luthor was going to rape him. Lex Luthor was actually going to rape him, and no one was going to come and help him in time. The two fingers were forced inside and his cock twitched as they brushed against something inside him and he cried out. This torment went on long enough that Flash’s mind began to wander and his body began to loosen. He let out a yelp as Luthor’s fingers rubbed against his prostate again, and trembled under another orgasm at the hands of his enemy.
            “Is this a new scheme?” Flash panted still struggling, but Luthor managed to hold him still with his unoccupied hand. The fingers wiggling around inside him paused briefly. “Torture your enemies, and if that doesn’t work—“ he groaned as gasped as the fingers began moving again, “—rape them?”
            “Ahh, well. You’re special, you’ll be of so much use to me broken and submissive.” Luthor removed his fingers and wiped them on the back of the red mask Wally was still wearing. “I’m glad you didn’t agree to join me right off. Now I’ll have to break you until you submit to me. I’m going to fuck you until you scream, and then, as an added bonus, instead of making it hurt, I’m going to make sure that you enjoy the hell out of it.” There was another slurping sound and a groan, and something that wasn’t fingers prodded against his ass. “Though, the enjoyment for you will come much, much later…”
            “NOOOO!!!” Flash yelled, and with all the might he had left in his body he kicked, trying to flip himself over. Desperately trying to escape from Luthor and his beyond evil intentions.
            “Fruitless.” The older man pressed a button on the chair and his cuffs sent a wave of electric pain through the speedster’s body. It was nothing compared to what Toyman had dished out, not even as strong as the current from his original bindings were, but it took what was left from Flash and before he’d had a chance to recover, Luthor leaned over, pressing his clothed chest against the naked hero’s back and pushed the head of his cock into the whimpering young man.
            Flash screamed. For a short moment he thought ‘I won’t beg, I won’t beg’, and then Luthor groaned as he slid his cock farther into his body he began screaming with a desperation that he had never felt before. This was beyond pain, this was more than he could handle. The fact that this was happening was far more than he could handle. The pain was beyond real. He felt it everywhere. It radiated up his spine as Luthor pulled out slowly and then waves of agony shot into his very being as the huge member was slammed monstrously back into his body. Two fingers had been nowhere near the preparation needed for Luthor’s girth.
            His throat now raw, all Flash could manage was were throaty, guttural groans and gasps as he felt Luthor pump into him, always pulling out and slamming roughly back in. Flash’s mind couldn’t wander this time, with every thrust he was brought sharply back to reality. His mask was tear soaked, his wrists still bound and now crossed painfully since Luthor had flipped him over were bleeding, burned, and aching fiercely.
            “Please, please…. Please…aaahhh” Flash sobbed almost incomprehensibly as Luthor’s thrusts became less slow and deliberate and instead grew quicker and uneven as lust overtook thinking and he stopped focusing on causing maximum pain to the bound hero and focused on his own primal pleasure. This fucking worm was going to pay for all the times the League had foiled him and sent him off to prison. This fucking hero would fall, and he, Luthor, would use him as a tool to take down the rest of them.
            “Fucking stupid little man,” Luthor grunted, pumping as hard as he could into Flash. He could feel his climax growing as he listened to the speedster’s hoarse pleading. “You want it to stop?” he yelled suddenly, grabbing a fistful of Flash’s hair and mask, and pulling his head back as far as the bindings would allow. With his other hand Luthor hit the button from earlier, and as electricity ran through Flash’s trembling body, Luthor climaxed. Hot sticky seed spilled into Wally, he could feel it pouring into him and burning ripped, sensitive skin. He whimpered. Panting, still holding Flash’s head back as he rode out the end of his orgasm, Luthor leaned his face close to Flash’s ear.
            “This is only the beginning.”
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