Alpha Woman vs Dr Z
By Atastretch
Our Superheroine is captured and tortured by her evil nemesis.


The hulking brute Lothar towered in the dungeon shadows behind the
comparatively diminutive Alpha Woman. The masked Dr. Z stood before her,
leaning forward and laughing humourlessly in her beautiful face. "You will
tell me the identities of the traitors in my organisation" he yelled in a
sudden fury. Alpha Woman didn't even blink. "Not a chance, Z!" she retorted,
tossing her head contemptuously. Her long, jet-black hair tumbled about her
upstretched shoulders. Wrists secured high above her head and ankles shackled
to the floor, her mastery of combat skills was useless to her now and she
would have to rely on other abilities. Dr Z muttered an oath of disgust and
stepped back. "You will soon be begging me to listen to those names" he
sneered. His narrowed eyes scrutinised her from head to toe. Her uniform
comprised a white leotard with high leg cut-outs and two large holes, one
revealing her generous cleavage and the other an eight inch circle of abdomen,
centred on her navel. The costume was sleeveless, the arm and leg holes
finished in purple trim, the purple alpha symbol was emblazoned across and
delightfully distorted by her lower bosom. Dr. Z didn't need to scan her body,
he knew just where he was going to strike her, but it gave him lusty pleasure
to gaze at her very shapely and beautiful form. Drawing his gloved hand way
back, he plunged his fist into the centre of her tummy. Alpha Woman tensed her
muscles, conditioned by intensive martial arts training. The blow sounded with
a combined thud and slap and sent Alpha Woman staggering back, her chains
rattling. She had managed to refrain from giving Z the satisfaction of even a
grunt in response to his attack, but only just. It had been a good punch,
which she hadn't expected from this evil scientist. The flicker of pain across
her lovely oriental features was momentary, she instantly changed it to a
smile then she laughed prettily at her assailant. "Come, Dr. Z, surely you can
do better than that!" The enraged mastermind drew his fist further back and
drove it in blind fury into her belly again, this time below and a couple of
inches to the right of her navel. The blow was much harder, Alpha Woman gasped
at the pain, but she was used to such punches and quickly recovered enough to
grin infuriatingly at the Doctor. "You're improving, have another go" she
giggled fearlessly. Dr. Z was taken aback by his apparent failure to hurt his
victim but he had not given up. He turned as if to leave but took only a few
paces, then turned back to face her again. With arm held back and fist by his
side, he charged at Alpha. Helpless to evade the onslaught, Alpha Woman
steeled herself, her abdominal muscles standing out from her flat belly. Dr Z
cried out in pain as his wrist buckled with the combined force of his punch
and his bodily momentum, at the same time as Alpha gasped loudly and fell
back, pain radiating from just above her belly button. Gritting her teeth, she
forced herself to smile and straighten up, despite her aching midsection.
"Perhaps you can't do better," she chirped, "come on, really try this time,
I'll help you". With that, she shuffled forward as far as her restraints would
allow and arched her body back, thrusting her bare stomach out invitingly
towards Dr Z, who was nursing his right wrist, his face contorted with rage
and pain. Fuming, he walked up to her and grabbing the top of her garment with
his left hand, with one quick movement he ripped away her Alpha symbol,
leaving the front of her costume in tatters. The expression on her face never
changed, she remained motionless, her barely covered breasts thrust out
proudly towards Dr Z. He stared, seething, caught in a conflict of desire and
loathing. "Lothar!" he shouted at last, motioning his barely human assistant
to come forward. At Z's muttered bidding, Lothar pushed against Alpha's back
with his rough hands, forcing her yet further forward, stretching the front of
her body out until her feet left the floor. Gasping with the strain, Alpha
gulped as Dr Z came forward once more. He began punching her in the lower
belly, over and over again, shouting in rage and frustration, he subjected
Alpha Woman to a fearsome onslaught of ever-increasing violence. All she could
do was to keep up the tension in her abdominals and take the awful beating as
best she could, her stomach crying out for it to end. Head thrown back and
mouth open, voluptuous breasts tautly wobbling with every blow, she could no
longer stifle the cries of pain as his fist repeatedly impacted her stretched,
battered tummy. Her arms and shoulders were aching with the strain of Lothars
pushing and her wrists and ankles hurt where the chains were holding her back.

At last Dr Z tired of his attack; both he and Alpha were by this time dripping
with sweat. She was breathing heavily, her gleaming breasts rising and falling
rapidly, saturated shreds of fabric somehow still concealing her nipples. The
masked mastermind staggered back to a chair by the wall and barked orders in a
strange tongue to his brutish henchman. Lothar released Alpha woman, her feet
met the ground and she gasped with relief as her upper body was freed of the
strain it had been under. Her stomach ached horribly and she was wondering how
much more torture she could take. But no, there was no question, the
importance of the secret agents who had infiltrated Dr Z's organisation was
paramount, whatever the torture she could not allow herself to break. Her jaw
set in determination, she tried to push the dull ache in her belly to the back
of her mind as Lothar lumbered out of the gloom of the dungeon towards her.
The mutant must have been over seven feet tall, Alpha estimated, and massively
muscular, but he was struggling to carry whatever he had fetched. As he
cleared the shadows, Alpha Woman recognised the shape of a large blacksmith's
anvil. Lothar set it down next to her with a thump that shook the walls. As he
set about undoing the lower ends of the chains holding her legs to the floor,
she realised with an icy dread what was going to happen. Panic gripped her
heart and it was all she could do to conceal it from her evil adversary.
Having secured her ankles to the anvil, Lothar returned to the shadows, whence
came the sound of a pulley being operated. The chains above her head jangled
and Alpha looked fearfully upwards. Sure enough, next moment her feet were
leaving the ground again and seconds later, she felt her body being stretched
out by a terrible force. Lothar was grunting with effort and Alpha Woman felt
like she was being pulled apart! The pain in her wrists and ankles was intense
and her shoulders felt like they were about to be pulled from their sockets.
Alpha tensed her shoulder muscles and biceps, trying to prevent dislocation.
The stretching was still increasing and Alpha heard herself crying out in pain
and despair. How could she take any more of this, she would - but suddenly,
her body was swinging, the anvil had left the ground. Aside from the pain in
her limbs, her body felt more stretched than she would have thought possible.
She could feel her ribs almost bursting through the taut skin, her belly felt
like it was about to rip asunder. Dr Z gazed in awe at the spectacle of Alpha
Woman, stretched out before him. Despite his hatred of the woman, he could not
help but be overwhelmed by the sight of her magnificent body. He rose from the
chair slowly and walked quietly up to her, just as Lothar pushed a wooden
platform into place. Once standing on the platform, Z's eyes were level with
her generously proportioned breasts, which heaved with her laboured breathing
and trembled and shimmered with her efforts to maintain the tension in her
muscles. He delicately cleared away the tattered fragments of her uniform,
leaving the breasts fully exposed. They stood high on her chest, delightfully
full and hemispherical with large, erect nipples. He laid a hand gently on
each, allowing his fingers to take up the lovely shape. He thrilled to the
warmth and firmness of them as he stroked and massaged their smooth, slippery
surfaces. The shape of her body in this racked position was incredible. Below
the voluptuous breasts, the ribcage jutted out, every rib visible through the
fiercely stretched skin. Beneath that, her upper abdomen swept cavernously
inward, her lower abdomen also concave. Her superbly conditioned abdominal
muscles stood out in sharp relief, despite the fact that she was no longer
tensing them. Her waist was thinned to a remarkable degree, the overall effect
being that of an extreme hourglass figure. The lower part of her costume was
ripping with the tension it was under, a tear working its way down from the
abdomen towards her crotch. Her lovely, long thighs bulged with impressive
muscular definition, up to her prominent hips.

Dr Z trailed a finger slowly down Alpha Woman's heaving cleavage, down the
valley in the centre of her upper abdomen, the groove between her abdominals
and down to the end of the rip in her costume, nine inches below her navel.
Then suddenly, he pulled his left fist back and plunged it hard into her lower
belly. Alpha was caught off guard and she choked and spluttered as his fist
sank a couple of inches into her guts. He quickly repeated the attack, aiming
the blow a little lower. This time Alpha, despite her mind reeling from the
pain of her suspension and the last punch, managed to tense her tummy muscles
and the blow bounced off her taut abs with a solid thump. But she was still
coughing and her breasts were heaving as she fought for air. The evil
mastermind tried to capitalise on his surprise attack by driving his fist
several times in quick succession into the superheroine's belly, with limited
success as Alpha was somehow able to reduce the effect of his punches with her
powerful abs, despite being racked with coughing. Turning away with an oath of
frustration, Dr Z moved to one side on the platform and called to Lothar to
take his place. The giant drew back his massive fist and cannoned it into
Alpha's belly. Barely recovered from her coughing fit, Alpha saw the terrible
blow coming with dismay and just managed to tense her abdominals in time. Pain
exploded from the pit of her stomach, her arms and legs and she cried out as
her body was driven backwards, dragging the anvil with it, to the sound of the
sinews of her arms and shoulders cracking. Having swung away, the Anvil came
back and crashed into the side of the platform, almost causing the two
attackers to lose their footing. Dr Z stepped back from the platform, amused
to see that Alpha Woman was coughing violently, tears streaming down her
cheeks. This brute, she realised, must be at the very least twice as strong as
his master. Dr Z shouted and gestured to Lothar, who repeated his attack, this
time with an even more powerful blow. Alpha Woman had managed to prepare her
tortured abdominals but nevertheless the force was so great that Lothar's
great fist sank a full two inches into her stretched belly. A grey mist
hovered before Alpha's eyes as she literally fought to hold herself together,
pain screaming from so many parts of her body. Her chest heaved as she fought
to regain the breath that had exploded from her lungs, her breasts dancing and
shimmering in the dim light. Now Lothar was doing something, he was moving the
platform to one side so that the anvil would no longer strike it. Thankful for
small mercies, she welcomed the pause before the next blow, as it allowed her
to get her breath back. But how could she take any more of this, she was
losing the strength in her arms and the pain in her wrists and ankles was
almost unbearable. Her belly was on fire and she was so stretched that she
felt that her thinned waist would snap with another impact like the last one.
Lothar was back on the platform but how could he reach to punch her from that
position? With horror, she caught sight of the terrible club as he lifted it.
As long as a baseball bat but tipped by a massive, knobbly lump a little
smaller than a basketball, the sub-human raised it, and, taking aim, drew it
back then brought it swinging round in a great arc to hit Alpha Woman squarely
in the centre of her belly. Her valiant abdominals were crushed and saliva
exploded from her mouth as awful pain hit her from every direction. Her body
swung, stretched and trembling, her chest racked with heaving as she struggled
to breathe in. Lothar was already drawing the club back. "Harder!" shouted the
monstrous Doctor with glee, seeing the desired effect at last achieved with
this amazingly resilient woman. Lothar complied and swung the club with
terrible force. Stomach contents were blasted from Alpha's mouth as the head
of the club almost reached her backbone. She was unable even to cry out as her
body was spasming with pain and instinctive efforts to fill her exhausted
lungs. Dr Z moved forward and laid a hand on Lothar's arm. He looked
concerned. He began to realise that this treatment could kill his subject
before he could get the information out of her. He approached the stretched,
shaking and still devastatingly sexy form of the superheroine. Her head
drooped forward and her chin rested on her breasts. He grabbed her hair in his
fist and yanked her head up. "Tell me the names of the spies!" he shouted.
Alpha Woman was unable to speak for a few moments, her eyes rolling and drool
leaking from the corner of her mouth. Then her beautiful lips seemed to be
forming words. "Yes?" said the Doctor eagerly. "What?" He moved his ear closer
to her trembling lips. "Go to - Hell!" she gasped.

Furious, Dr Z waved to Lothar to resume the beating and stormed out of the
room. Submerged in an ocean of pain, Alpha Woman courageously continued to
resist the terrible blows to her belly with all her strength and endurance,
her magnificent body stretched out by a 260 pound anvil. For twenty minutes
the giant continued to wield the formidable weapon untiringly, the solid thuds
of hardwood against flesh resounding around the dungeon walls. Her stomach
empty, Alpha Woman could only drool, her eyes rolled up and showing white as
she was beaten into semi-consciousness. Over a hundred brutal impacts pounded
her powerful, toned abdominal muscles into a purple bruised mass until there
was a sudden loud crack as the handle of the club snapped off on impact.
Lothar stared at the broken torture implement, scratching his head, then
decided to go in search of a replacement. He turned and was about to leave,
then he paused and came back to the hanging figure of the superheroine.
Reasoning that she may escape in his absence and realising that he would be
punished by his master in that event, he decided to take her with him so that
he could keep an eye on her. He reached up and released one of her cuffs.
Alpha Woman screamed as the full weight of the anvil and her body fell on her
left arm alone, almost dislocating her shoulder. The ribs on her left side
bowed out beneath her skin as if to burst through it. Realising that it would
be easier to carry his charge if the anvil were not still attached, Lothar
unchained it at last. Then, releasing her other wrist, he threw Alpha Woman
over his shoulder and turned to the door. She lay face upwards, body bent
cruelly backwards, abdomen stretched out, her captor gripping her left ankle.

Her mind reeled with the terrible torture she had received but she forced
herself to focus; now that she was free of her bonds, this may be her one
chance of escape. They were proceeding down a subterranean passageway, dimly
lit by flaming torches in brackets fixed to the wall. Lothar carried her past
a side door in the rocky wall, built of thick, roughly hewn wood with a metal
grating fixed in it. Straining to look ahead, she could make out another door
at the end of the tunnel. Gasping with the painful effort of holding herself
up to see, she realised that they were about to pass a section of the tunnel
where wood and metal had been used to reinforce an apparently unstable area of
ceiling. It was now or never! With a cry of anguish, Alpha levered her body
upward and backwards, trying to ignore the agonising pain in her damaged
abdominals. Simultaneously she threw her right leg up, over Lothar's head and
down again, whilst thrusting her hands toward the ceiling to take a firm grip
of a thick metal rod. Before the giant could react, she tightened her long,
lean thighs about his neck in a death-grip. With a roar, Lothar brought his
great hands up to his throat and grasped at Alpha Woman's legs. She gasped as
his fingers dug into her smooth, firm flesh, but threw her head back and
strained to tighten her grip. The brute's eyes widened as he felt his
breathing restricted. He redoubled his efforts and she felt as if his fingers
were drilling into her thigh muscles. Now Lothar began pulling away and Alpha
Woman's body was again being excruciatingly stretched. Time after time he
wrenched away, she was being shaken about like a rag doll. Her naked breasts
bounced in all directions and her damaged abdomen was on fire. She must not
let go this was her only chance of survival! She felt her grip weakening but
willed her powerful arms and strong fingers to hold on. Lothar's eyes were
bulging now; in desperation, he wrenched his head and body around, turning to
face her, his slavering mouth inches from her crotch. He raised his great
fists and began beating her defenceless abdomen, like a man trying to hammer a
post into the ground. Alpha cried in pain as her devastated midriff received
yet more punishment. Her body went rigid as she threw everything she had into
her legs to tighten their grip. Her thighs bulged around her tormentor's
jawbone but it did not stop him. Then the monster tried another desperate
tactic: continuing to rain down blows on his opponent's bruised belly, he let
his legs slacken, pulling downwards. For a creature of Lothar's intelligence,
this was an impressive move. He had realised that his only remaining chance
was to use his great weight, at least three times that of Alpha Woman, despite
the fact that it increased the pain of his strangulation. Alpha groaned as her
body suddenly began to be stretched out fiercely, but somehow she hung onto
the rod, which began to bow out of shape. Lothar's blows to her stomach
continued as he lifted his feet from the ground. Alpha screamed as his massive
weight stretched her pummelled body to six inches more than its normal length.
Her breasts were elongated, the nipples very high and erect, her ribs stood
out white beneath her tanned skin and her abdomen was thinned and concave, an
expanse of bulging, quivering abdominals and purple bruises. Her thighs bulged
further around the goggling head of her torturer. Her arms were a mass of
muscles and straining tendons as she fought to keep her grip. The metal rod
she grasped was bending alarmingly but still she clung on. Somehow, she willed
her exhausted muscles to strain on through the agony, just a few more
moments... Her senses were all screaming at her to give in, yet their cries
were fading as a veil of unconsciousness threatened to overwhelm her.
Straining her head forward, she glanced down between her bulging, trembling
breasts, slick and glossy with her own drool, at Lothar, whose blows had
become mercifully weaker. Already trembling with her efforts, she drew in a
great breath, threw her head back and squeezed her almost exhausted thighs
together yet more powerfully, her face crimson and whole body heaving and
shaking violently. Next thing she knew, she was lying on the hard ground, her
body in spasm. Painfully dragging herself to her feet and looking around, she
saw that Lothar was lying motionless beside her. She stumbled towards the door
at the end of the corridor, threw it open and ran out into the night air.

Atastretch