Supergirl's Prison Transport

[corncobby]

“Oh by the way, there’s one more feature of this room you haven’t seen yet. The sound system. It’s set to deliver very powerful ultrasonic waves. Too high a frequency for us mere humans to hear, but you’ll hear them, Supergirl. Very clearly indeed.”

He stepped back, allowing himself a long lingering look at the superheroine’s spread-eagled form. She looked magnificent, a picture of pure helpless torment.

“Time to activate the program, Supergirl. You won’t hear or see me once it starts so I’ll say goodbye now. The droids will seal the doors shut once I leave. Farewell forever, you blond bitch.”

He turned to an electronic pad on the wall of the cell and keyed in a sequence of numbers. There was a beep and then a low hum. Supergirl felt the two rods inside her private parts begin to move, twisting slowly around inside her. Then the two needles in front of her eyes began to move forward, the green Kyrptonite dripping like deadly acid from their points. Next, a sound began to emerge from the air around her, quiet at first, then gradually getting louder. After that, all hell broke loose.

Lex Luther watched from a safe distance as green lightning began to issue from every piece of equipment on her body, the current ripping through her body from her wrists, ankles, mouth, neck, breasts and private parts. Within a few seconds, the metal, a titanium alloy of Luther’s own invention, heated up, searing into Kara’s flesh with white-hot heat. The syringe needles touched the young woman’s eyeballs and then penetrated inside, green liquid slowly injecting itself into the soft jelly. Then came the full force of the ultrasonic waves, the sound imperceptible to Luther but like a deafening screech inside Supergirl’s head, hammers pounding against her skull, spikes stabbing through her temples.

No sound came from Kara’s lips as the torture went on past a minute, two minutes, three. Her mouth was literally burning, the Kryptonite ball so hot it had started to melt her tongue and gums. The melting was repeated elsewhere in her body, smoke billowing from her wrists, ankles, breasts and groin as her flesh blistered and burned down to the bone. That, however, was only part of the heroine’s agony. The lightning was even worse, the violent current tearing apart her muscles, splintering her bones, and frying her nerves until they literally smoldered within her. As four minutes went to five, then six, seven and eight, Supergirl felt her blood begin to boil inside her as if molten lava was flowing through her veins. Her eyes, meanwhile, were being burned from her skull, the Kryptonite liquid like an acid eating through her eyeballs.

The torture persisted far longer than the five minutes Luther had tortured her with before. But eventually the lightning died down to a gentle crackle and the white-hot metal cooled almost as quickly as it heated. Supergirl’s entire body was seething with burns but this only hinted at the torment that lay inside. Her bones were shattered like pieces of glass and her muscles, tendons and ligaments torn to shreds. Her damaged nerves continued to send out frantic signals to her brain, making it feel as though the torture were still continuing. A thin dribble of blood and saliva ran down from the corners of the girl’s mouth while her chest moved up and down rapidly, gasping for air. Invisibly, the ultrasonic waves continued to hammer at her skull. They caused no damage to her body so they could continue without pause.

Lex Luther was shocked despite himself. He had designed this torture but he had to admit the effects were beyond what he could have imagined. It seemed incredible she could survive it, and yet the evil mastermind knew there would be no death for his hated nemesis. He had studied her physiology for years, and as well as designing the Kryptonite metal that suppressed her powers, he had found a way to boost her healing ability. Her wounds were already repairing themselves, the regeneration process itself painful beyond belief. Luther could hear a faint whimper coming from Supergirl’s mouth.

He was about to turn to leave when he heard the machine start up again, a buzz marking the commencement of the program. He looked at his watch: two minutes. That was all it had given the blond superheroine to rest. The villain watched the metal start to heat up, turning white in a matter of seconds. The lightning began to flow from her wrists, ankles, neck, mouth, breasts and navel, engulfing her in green fire. He opened the metal door of the prisoner’s cell and took one last look before closing it.

“Enjoy your ten millenia of torture, bitch.”

Kara thought she had known what suffering was. Her time on Earth had never been easy. There had been aliens to fight, enemies to vanquish, loved ones to save from danger and death. There had been pain too, raw physical pain as monsters battled her and villains attacked her with weapons of every description. But after one day in the torture chamber of the prison ship, she knew that everything she had suffered before had been insignificant. There had not been pain, not real pain. Real pain was in this room. Real pain was the torture she had suffered endlessly over the past hours, hours that had seen her body burned, broken, fried and ripped apart over and over again.

It came in cycles of ten minutes, at least that’s what she had calculated as she tried to count the seconds of torment in her head. The break in between was far shorter and it came with no respite from the agony. There were the ultrasonic waves cracking her skull, the livid burns covering her flesh inside and out, and the shattered bones in her arms, legs and chest, the injuries healing only to the extent necessary to keep her alive. She spent those two minutes panting for breath, praying desperately that somehow the torture would not resume. As the seconds ticked down, her panic grew, her body instinctively fighting against the chains that kept her immobile. But all that achieved was to make the chains pull even harder on her arms and legs, sending shockwaves of agony through her shattered joints. Five, four, three, two, one and the agony began once more.

Rational thought was impossible during the ten minutes of earth-shattering torment that followed, Kara’s mind a burning maelstrom of screaming, crazed madness. She existed in those periods as little more than a wild animal reduced to her most primitive state. Unable to scream with her mouth on fire and her neck constricted, she made tiny rasping chokes, her breath exhaling from her body as boiling air, heated by the tremendous currents ripping through her body. Any other form of response to her torment was impossible. She couldn’t strain against the chains because the Kryptonite lightning shattered her bones and she couldn’t shake her head, as it was held fast by the vice-like clamps on her temples. All she could do was suffer in motionless silence, desperately trying to count the seconds in her head in a futile attempt to distract herself from the agony.

When the program paused, the slight reduction in pain was just enough to allow her to think. But there was nothing comforting about the thoughts that flashed through her head. There was the sentence passed down on her by the Intergalactic Court: life imprisonment in a penal colony whose horrors were known to the entire galaxy. The Tokvuls were a brutal species and, though Supergirl was not guilty of genocide, she had fought against them on many occasions. They were first and foremost slavers, who scoured the galaxy searching for races they could conquer and enslave. Their modus operandi in each case was simple: kill all the males, children including, and take all the females. Through some genetic accident long lost to history, the Tokvuls had no females in their species. The males reproduced by planting their evil seeds in the females of other races and genetically suppressing the alien DNA so that only theirs remained. The women gave birth, in great pain, and another male Tokvul came into the world, genetically programmed to continue the cycle of enslavement and rape.

The Tokvuls were not only slavers, they were sadists too. They had an irrational hatred of the females they captured, possibly due to their own physical dependence upon them, and they treated them with the utmost cruelty. The women were not only used for reproduction but for labor too. They worked in mines, quarries, factories, fields, homes: anywhere their masters needed them to. Whole moons and planets were exploited in this way, their resources stripped to fuel the advance of the Tokvul armies across the galaxy.

It was due to the Tokvuls’ insatiable appetite for fresh slaves that Supergirl came into conflict with them. She had heeded a distress call from the Elmull people who the Tokvuls had targeted for their next attack. The Elmull were not naturally belligerent, but faced with an existential threat, they had responded with a weapon of immense destructive power: a neutron bomb with enough force to wipe out a small planet. With their vast Seventh Army camped on a moon beyond the Elmull system as a launching pad for their invasion, the Tokvuls had never expected an attack to come. Kara had pleaded with the Elmulls not to resort to such a drastic measure before their enemy had even arrived, but, terrified by the prospect of invasion, the desperate government had ignored her entreaties and destroyed four hundred thousand Tokvul soldiers in one fiery blast.

Kara had been shocked when a warrant was served by the Intergalactic Court for her arrest, but she had full confidence in her ability to answer the case. Indeed, the trial had seemed to be going strongly in her favor as the Tokvul prosecutors failed to present anything but circumstantial evidence against her. But then, according to Lex Luthor, had come the intervention of her cousin Clark and, as Supergirl waited for the verdict, the imposition of a sentence that meant everlasting torture at the hands of the very people who had accused her of her crime. It was unthinkable in every way: the corruption of the Court in handing down the sentence, their acceptance of testimony from someone unrelated to the case, and, of course, Superman’s own betrayal. What could possibly have driven the man she loved and respected above all others to betray her? Had Lex Luther brainwashed him in some way? Was that even feasible?

Supergirl felt a stirring between her legs, the twisting of the titanium rods inside her vagina and anus, the first signal of the torture to come. Then came the lightning and the heat, Kara’s entire body erupting into intense, excruciating, unbearable torment. Her mind began to scream and every thought in her head turned to fire.