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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 7
Day 6:
            Luthor entered the open room, closely followed by Tala, to find Wally, unconscious, in the same position he’d been in when Dr. Polaris and the Key had left. Despite the abuse the speedster had taken, the drug was still working on him, his cock was at half-mast. Cum and blood had dried and his cheeks bore dry dirty tear tracks. The room smelled of sex and vomit, and a little trace of it remained on the shamed hero’s chin. Tala’s face wrinkled in disgust and raised her hands. Her magic cleansed the room and the young man of filth and smell. Face completely devoid of emotion, Luthor knelt down next to Wally, hand reaching for his cock. He would to have to be merciless if he was going to break the hero. And he needed him bent to his will in order to destroy the Justice League. If the mere death of Flash in battle was enough to push the Justice Lords over the edge, making Flash his bitch, making the speedster wish for death had to be much more detrimental. But this was a new level of mercilessness he was reaching for here. There was a vague feeling of guiltiness as he watched the red headed beauty whimper as he rested his large hand on his abused member.
            “N-no more,” Wally whispered weakly, barely opening his dark green eyes to look pleadingly at Luthor. All that crying had made them dry and bloodshot. “P-P-Please s-stop. I-I can’t… no m-more… just, p-please…” his body began to tremble, and even so the older man could feel the hero’s cock hardening under his hand. Luthor smiled and removed his molesting hand and ran it up the redhead’s chest softly. The drug was still coursing through his veins, making him flinch as Luthor pinched his overly sensitive nipples.
            “You know what to do if you want this to stop.” Luthor said, moving his fingers to press down into the burn marks that littered the hero’s body. Except for his sharp intake of breath and a tiny groan of pain, Flash remained silent, but the defiance in his eyes that had been so strong was now barely a small flicker. He looked uncertain, ashamed of himself, lost. Now Luthor smiled. Victory was almost his. “Your choice.” He told the trembling man, removing his hands. “Come on in, it’s your turn.”
            Sinestro sidled in through the door and smiled down at his enemy. “Hello, dear Flash.” He said, ignoring his shirt and removing his pants. Once they were off he grabbed Wally by the hair and hurled him onto the bed and then straddled the hero. Wally’s face was one of utter, desperate shock.
            “N-No!” he cried weakly desperately trying to push Sinestro off his body with hands that felt like lead. He would die. If they did anything else to his body he would tear into pieces and just die. “NO! P-Ple—mphh” The villain shoved two fingers into his mouth.
            “You should know what to do with these by now.” Sinestro whispered into Flash’s ear, his ring hand pointed and yellow light pinned Flash’s arms above his head on the bed. This must have been visually appealing to Sinestro because Wally was so weak he couldn’t dream of really fighting the other off anyway. “Suck.” Sinestro ordered, impatiently. Flash’s eyes widened as the fingers in his mouth were pushed in farther and he looked pleadingly over at Luthor who merely stared coldly at him. Tala had already turned to leave the room, shutting the door behind her.
Resigned to what was going to happen, Wally sucked lightly on the fingers trying his best to make them wet so it wouldn’t hurt as much as when they were pushed into him. His mouth felt bone dry, but he managed it. He was trembling, his mind racing, desperately trying to find another way out of this situation. Why hadn’t the League come for him yet?
            “Use your tongue, I want to feel it.”
Still trembling, Wally turned his head away, trying to pull away. His eyes focused on Luthor’s expensive purple boots. They were an odd texture he wasn’t sure he’d seen before. Probably the skin of some endangered animal, no doubt.
            A thin yellow beam of light wrapped itself around Wally’s cock and squeezed to tightly to be anything but painful. His head arched back, and the fingers in his mouth prodded deeper, gagging him.
            “Tongue.” Growled Sinestro, voice husky with need. “Use it now.” The light squeezed tighter to emphasize his point.
            Ashamed beyond comprehension, eyes locking blearily on the red hand in his face, Wally obliged, running his tongue over the digits the best he could with them shoved so far into his mouth. “Good boy.” Sinestro cooed, guiding the slick fingers down to Flash’s abused entrance and pushing them in past the swollen, throbbing ring of muscle. Tala’s spell had completely cleaned him inside and out. It felt odd to be so completely clean when he felt sullied and disgusting down to his very core. The older man leaned down to the junction between Flash’s neck and shoulder and bit down hard, forcing a noise out of Flash’s throat.
            “You’re all eager down here.” He said huskily, shoving both red skinned fingers at once into the throbbing orifice while wrapping a hand around the speedster’s cock. Flash managed a weak whimper, now falling in and out of consciousness. “You must be enjoying all this attention you’re getting.” The redhead struggled weakly as his enemy removed his fingers and pressed his purple cock into the already stretched and abused hole. Luthor simply stood and watched as the hero cried and struggled, and smiled as the cries died down and Wally lay limply, barely reacting as Sinestro continued to ravish him. The alien had a large girth that could rival Luthor’s own. He was pounding ruthlessly, but Flash was barely reacting now. Small, sweet, desperate noises came from the younger man. Sinestro thrust one final time into Flash and released himself inside the smaller, limp body. It took quite some time for Sinestro to deposit his load. Luthor found his eyebrows rising at the amount of semen, the same color as Sinestro’s ring light, which poured from Flash’s abused hole as Sinestro pulled him out.
            Sinestro pulled himself off of the bed, the yellow light released Flash’s arms, the villain redressed, and with a final nod to Luthor, left the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. Flash lay on the bed, chest heaving and eyes sliding in and out of focus as he stared at the ceiling. This couldn’t be happening. He let his heavy lids flutter closed. He was losing it, or he had lost it.
Lost it to Luthor...
He managed another choked heaving sob. Luthor moved closer to the bed and stared down at him, arms behind his back.
            Flash’s eyes flickered open and he looked up at the man standing over him. He hated Luthor so much, but right then he was too exhausted to even glare at the man. His lip quivered. There was no way that he could take anymore of this. He couldn’t. I must be dying he thought desperately, and felt slightly relieved at the thought.
He would really lose it, he would rather be dead than endure anymore, but he knew Luthor would never allow that.
            And there was only one thing that could make it stop. Luthor grabbed his hair and lifted him up to eye level.
            “Shall we continue?” he asked.
            Wally couldn’t bring himself to say it. He whimpered as tears ran down his bruised cheeks.
            Luthor’s grip on his hair tightened, and Wally pinched his eyes closed and groaned. “Shall. We. Continue?” Luthor gave Wally’s head a little shake, drawing out another whimper, but nothing more. Luthor raised his other hand and hit Wally as hard as he could muster while grasping his hair in the other. “You have to say it.” He said.
            Wally felt a flash of shame. He was one of Earth’s most loved heroes. One of the original leaguers. Surely he should have held out longer before breaking. He didn’t even know how much time had passed since he’d been captured. If he were truly strong, truly a hero, he would hold out. He knew it. He didn’t feel much like a hero anymore. He felt filthy and used. Humiliated, helpless, and weak.
            “I…” Wally coughed. His throat was raw and dry. “Please,” his voiced cracked and he blearily met Luthor’s eyes. “Please, I give up. Please.” He was trembling violently, and tears were spilling out over his freckled cheeks.
            “There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Luthor asked soothingly, letting go of Flash’s hair and watching him fall back onto the bed with a huge sense of satisfaction. He’d send Tala back to come in and clean him up again later.
            Flash couldn’t even curl into a tight ball or move to hide his face in the pillow. Weakly, the moved an arm to cover his eyes and lay sprawled and used on the bed, Sinestro’s cum slowly dripping out of him and onto the sheets. Luthor watched him for a moment before turning out of the room. He had things to take care of, now that he had his pawn.
            Flash listened to Luthor leave before he let himself sob into the empty room. “Help!” he croaked out to the empty room. “Someone… please… help…” His sobs died as he slowly passed out, not hearing as once again an alarm went off.
******
            “Three times, THREE TIMES!” Batman roared angrily. “THREE TIMES we’ve gone to that damn dimension and three times they escape and we’re left to deal with Apokolips!”
            “We will find a way.” J’onn said as he manned the computers. “But inter-dimensional searching for Flash drains much of our energy, especially after multiple tries. We must rest and come up with a new plan.” J’onn and Batman were working in the communications room as Superman and the other members spoke of plans to attack the Legion and rescue Flash. Not all the Leaguers where there, there was too much going on for that, but there were enough people to take the Legion down.
            Reluctantly Diana and Green Lantern had gone to Earth to assist in the battle with the remaining Apokolips’ invaders. J’onn assisted them on the monitors as Batman worked at one of the computers. The only thing the League had accomplished in the days that Flash had been gone was establishing that it was indeed the Legion of Doom and Lex Luthor who were behind it.
            “I don’t understand how he could have made an alliance with Apokolips.” Batman said for the hundredth time. “They never make alliances. And if they do, they always break them.”
            “Luthor is most likely aware of this. They are probably uniting against a common enemy, us. But I wouldn’t put it past Luthor to be planning to double cross them as well.” J’onn said reasonably, as always infuriatingly calm.
            Batman didn’t respond, his thoughts turning to Flash. Yesterday J’onn had informed him that Flash was enduring extreme psychological and physical pain, but couldn’t quite tell him what that meant. He was worried about the speedster. Flash had always been able to bounce back, but what if this time he didn’t? What would that mean for the original leaguers. If Flash was killed…Question had had some serious injuries from when he’s been captured by Luthor, and Batman knew it had been a severe strain on the faceless man…
            J’onn worked quietly, ignoring the confusion, worry, and rage that were emanating from his companion. Batman rarely had such strong emotions. Usually he suppressed them. Surprisingly enough, what J’onn usually felt from the man was kindness born from a deep sadness. J’onn didn’t delve too deeply into the minds of others, unless he had to but he knew that since Flash had been taken, everyone seemed to be a bit more emotional.
            Flash.
            The Martian was worried for his young friend. Each time they’d scry’d for him he connected briefly to his subconscious. The first two times Flash seemed in a terrible state, terrified and in pain. The last time, early that morning, in addition to the pain there had been something terribly like resignation. As though he’d given something up. ‘Or lost something’ J’onn thought sadly. ‘We have to get him back soon.’ The two hero’s sat working in silence, each lost in his own thoughts.
            Suddenly one of the screens flickered and Luthor’s smug face appeared. “Hello there” he said, uncharacteristically cheerful.
            “Luthor!” Batman lunged to his feet and faced the screen. J’onn put down his communicator and faced the screen as well.
            “Where is Flash?!”
            “Wally West is here with me. It isn’t my intention to kill him, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Luthor said, the smug grin plastered to his face grew even wider at the surprised expressions he got at the mention of Flash’s real name.
            “I just thought I’d contact you and let you know, in case you hadn’t figured out that it was me.” He smiled smugly.
            “Where is he!?” Batman yelled. “He better be—“ he was cut off as J’onn rested a hand on his shoulder to silence him.
            “What are your demands?” he asked calmly, though the hand on Batman’s shoulder trembled.
            “Oh, most of my demands have already been met.” Luthor said, laughing coolly. “Flash has seen to that. But I would like Superman to come to our ship…alone.”
            “When?” Superman walked into the room, glaring at Luthor with hate in his eyes.
            “How about in three days?”
            “No. Now.” Batman glared angrily at the screen. “Whatever you want, we can do it now.”
            “I know you can.” Luthor said smiling. “But I don’t think that Flash can.”
Batman’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “If you’ve hurt him—“ he felt a touch at his mind from the silent Martian next to him and fell silent.
            “When will we meet?” Superman asked anger radiation out of his body.
            “I’ll send an Apokoliptans with a boom tube at 1:00, three days from now, then. After that, come whenever you’re ready, but come alone.”
            “And if I don’t?” Superman asked. “You’ve already said you don’t intend to kill him, but how do we know that he’s alive?” Luthor smiled as though he’d wanted them to ask for proof.
            “There are worse things than death, you know. If you don’t come alone, poor Flash will have to keep on suffering.” A file appeared on the screen as Luthor’s image disappeared.
            Batman was the one who opened it.
            “Hera.” Dianna whispered. Batman, visibly trembling with rage smashed his fist into the screen. The picture on the screen—a bloodied and broken looking Wally lay unconscious in a bed, hooked to an I.V. Naked but for a pair of plain white boxers. He was thinner than he had ever been, and his body looked weak and broken.
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