“I knew the risk, but I never realized I was walking into a trap. I was pursuing one of Tommy ‘Tommy Gun’ Kelly’s henchmen through one of the ancient utility tunnels buried deep beneath the streets of Gotham in hopes of discovering the location of Tommy’s secret lair. Using one of my signature Ice Fire energy balls to light my way, I was closing in on my prey when I suddenly heard several soft popping sounds an instant before the tranquilizer darts hit me, then darkness.”
Holstering their dart guns, the henchmen smiled at the sight of the now helpless superheroine lying unconscious against the tunnel wall.
“So, how do you think the boss is going to get rid of this one? I heard he’s retired the last two deathtraps and has something new in the works for Ice Fire’s demise. Lately, it seems like Tommy’s intentionally attracting superheroines, their steadily more gruesome deaths serving simply for his amusement.”
“I know what you mean. This whole superheroine fetish has been getting steadily more bizarre over the years. However, besides that little quirk, Tommy is the best supervillain to work for in Gotham City. Name me another supervillain’s henchmen who have medical, dental, and life insurance. Along with four weeks of paid vacation, a 401-K, and a profit-sharing plan. That and not one of us has died or even been injured working for him over the last five years.”
Securing Ice Fire’s wrists and ankles, the henchmen carried her thankfully still unconscious body down the tunnel toward their boss Tommy’s secret lair.
I awoke to find myself hanging helplessly by my wrists with my ankles secured below. The restraints stretched my body uncomfortably taut. Looking around, I suddenly noticed Tommy standing in the shadows.
“Good evening, Ice. Welcome to my secret lair. I must say I’ve always admired the way your Ice Fire energy balls ended the lives of so many of my supervillain colleagues and their henchmen. As a supervillain, I worked hard to avoid attracting your attention, but all that changed when I learned the secret of your mystic pendant and its magically empowered jewels. It seems that while you do possess the usual superpowers, superhuman strength, speed, and stamina, dark magic is what powers your signature superpower ability to freeze your victims with energy balls and ice lightning.”
“However, tonight, since I have no interest in suffering the same icy fate as so many others, I’ve taken the liberty of removing the pendant from around your neck before you recovered from the tranquilizer dart’s effects.”
Seeing the sudden look of fear in my eyes, Tommy smiled beneath his mask. “I think you will discover that even with your superhuman powers, your torturous doom will far exceed even the darkest depths of your masochistic superheroine imagination.”
Gesturing toward the massive metal vertical rack, “It may interest you to know that the rack was the Spanish Inquisition’s most feared instrument of torture, and their highly skilled torturers wrote several treatises on the diabolically painful art of rack torture.”
Gagged and helplessly secured within the restraints of his vertical torture rack, I stared at Tommy in amazement. Like so many egotistical supervillains that I’ve defeated in the past, he was monologuing, going into excruciating detail on how he would end my life rather than doing it. Personally, I hate it when they insist on monologuing. The masochist within me would prefer if they’d moved on to the actual torture.
Tommy gleefully continued, “Currently, the rack’s tension is just taut enough to make you feel a dull ache in your lower back and shoulders. In a moment, when I slightly increase the pressure, that dull ache will quickly become a steady burning pain spreading from your wrists down through your feminine hourglass figure to the sensual swell of your hips. The Inquisition’s torturers referred to this as phase one or what I like to refer to as the warm-up. Stretch painfully tight. They would leave their victims stretched like that for several hours until their muscles were completely exhausted before they’d begin the actual torture.”
I watched in horror as Tommy reached over and pressed a key on the rack’s pedestal-mounted control panel. With every passing second, the pain grew steadily worse. I could feel my tightly stretched arms pulling tighter as that burning sensation of agony slowly spread downward through my elbows into my shoulders. The pain was so bad I was having trouble just breathing, but it grew steadily worse, reaching down my back and into my hips and knee joints.
Seeing the delightful look of agony on Ice’s lovely face, a maniacal laugh escaped Tommy’s mouth, “As I mentioned, the Inquisition’s torturers would leave their victims like this for a few hours. However, since you’re a superheroine, it’s probably best to wait a little longer for you the become exhausted. So, I’m going to leave you to suffer like this for the next twenty-four hours. Then we move on to the delightfully gruesome parts...
Ice spent the remaining days of her life screaming in unrelenting agony as the rack’s steadily increasing tension slowly destroyed her sexually seductive body.
Over the coming days, as the rack continued to tighten, the tendons and cartilage in Ice’s joints ripped apart. A few hours later, her shoulder and hip joints were painfully dislocated. Soon after, the muscles in her arms and legs followed, being torn apart under the rack’s ever-increasing tension. With her arm and leg muscles destroyed, her back and abdomen muscles soon failed to the mounting pressure.
A normal human female wouldn’t have survived three days upon that viscously cruel rack, but Ice isn’t a normal. She’s a super. In the late afternoon of her sixth day of agonizing torment, the mounting pressure finally caused Ice’s tension elongated spinal cord to snap at her second Thoracic vertebrae, paralyzing her from her upper chest downward. With her diaphragm paralyzed, Ice died of slow suffocation several minutes later.
Being the first of many superheroines destined to die upon Tommy’s brutally deadly vertical rack, he’d spent those long, delightfully torturous days enjoying the sight of Ice suffering in unrelenting agony simply for his sadistic amusement. Then, picking up his razor-sharp machete, Tommy removed Ice’s head, adding it to the steadily growing collection of defeated superheroine heads proudly displayed within in that freezer display case at his palatial lair of evil...