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By the amazing Eviltrevor

Based on this story: Supergirl's Sweet Dreams - Pt 5Summary: Supergirl and Power Girl are being plagued by nightmares. What new torment will haunt their dreams tonight?Contains gore., Circular sawThe two heroines threw themselves into the detective work of locating their nighttime tormentor. All that day, and through a coffee fueled night, they worked. Scouring newspapers for criminal activity, searching the city for baddies, contacting informants and shaking down past foes. Two days later, and as another night approached, neither heroine had found anything resembling a clue.Whether it was because of their hunting or just coincidence, the dreams seemed to stop. A week passed without another nightmare tormenting their sleep. Could it be over? No, after nine nights of safety the dreams resumed.—-It was a scene from a 1920s movie, all it needed was a dastardly rogue twizzling a long waxed moustache. Two beautiful damsels lay strapped to crude wooden boards, that were moving slowly but inevitably to a comically oversized spinning saw blade. The steel teeth of blades tearing the wood of the boards into sawdust with ease.These were, however, far from ordinary damsels. Not just beautiful, rather like angels fallen from heaven. And rather than the impractical outfits from the 20s these two were dressed in striking outfits. The younger of the two in red boots, tiny red hot pants and a blue t-shirt held closed by a bow under her breasts. Her companion in peril was older, with a fuller more womanly figure. Dressed in blue boots to highlight her long legs and a white leotard to perfectly display her generous curves and impressive chest.Supergirl and Power Girl hadn’t received any warning. No story or build up this time, they’d come to in the dream already strapped to cut boards with the deadly blades whirring at several 100 rpm. “GRRRR I can’t break these bounds! What are they made of?!” Power Girl complained.She was desperately trying to ignore the saw which was between her legs about level with her calves. “I don’t think logic works in these dreams. We should be able to smash this set up, it’s only wood, but I can’t” agreed her companion, defeat creeping into her voice.Supergirl couldn’t rip her eyes from the created spinning metal blade that was inching towards her crotch. When she’d entered the dream it had been level with her feet, now it was almost at her knees. She could feel the breeze its rapid rotations caused, the movement of air producing goosebumps on her inner thighs. She could smell the hot metal and the singed wood. “But in this setup… the hero always shows up at the last second” Power Girl added, hoping to lift her friend’s spirits. “Only problem is we’re the heroes, and I don’t see us rescuing anyone.”Both were silent for a few seconds, time in which the deadly steel blades passed their knees to be whirring between their heavenly thighs. “If we can’t free ourselves in the dream… maybe we could wake ourselves?” Power Girl suggested. “Oooo - that could work! How do we jolt ourselves from sleep? We know pain doesn’t work” Supergirl eagerly agreed, hoping flickering in her soul.They had ample evidence that pain was not sufficient to wake them from these dreams. Over recent nights they’d been digested alive in a bath of acid, cooked (alive) and torn apart from hungry bloody-thirsty zombies. “Errrr…” Power Girl hadn’t fought that far ahead.And then it was too late. The blades reached them. Both girls tensed, already imagining the extreme pain as the metal sliced through them. Time seemed to slow, watching in slow-motion as the blades nicked the first threads of their uniforms at their crotches. The red hot pants and white leotard parting and revealing they delicate soft folds of skin beneath. Vaginas defenceless. Then the flow time reasserted itself with a jerk, with a whir of gears, the blades slammed back to their starting places just past the feet. Neither Supergirl or Power Girl could speak, their hearts still raced as the adrenaline drained from their systems. “BASTARD!” screamed Karen finally regaining the power of speech.Kara nodded her agreement, whoever had designed this was a total sadist. She was unable to speak, the come down from the adrenaline spike leaving her speechless and shaking. “Right, we’ve got some minutes, we have to get free…” Power Girl continued.But it was useless. The frames were too strong, the bindings too tight - neither could move, never mind how much they strained their muscles. And those spinning blades were getting ever closer. “Karen!!!!” Kara begged, tears in her young innocent eyes. “It’s ok Kara, they’ll retract” Karen tried to re-assure, not believing a word.And for a second time they reached the girls’ groins. And it was going to cut them! The blades’ teeth passed the sliced edges of uniforms, cut through blond thatch, and one blade even nicked Supergirl’s labia. Then, just as before, the saws were pulled back to their starting points.The heroines sobbed in relief, not caring the saws were for a third time creaping towards them. They didn’t speak or struggle this time. Just wept as the blades got ever closer. The girls strained in their restraints, trying to pull back from the spinning doom that was between their legs, feeling the heat of the metal on their entrances. This time it was Power Girl to squeak in pain as the saw kissed her entrance,It was too much for either. To have their fate get so close, to actually feel their doom, only for it to retreat. Would it be this time? The next time? The time after? Would they go together? Or would one have to witness the other’s demise? They were powerless, at the mercy of the saws. Each near miss broke their wills just a little but more. At the start of the dream they’d been proud confident heroines, now they were wailing sobbing damsels begging for mercy - promising anything in return for salvation or release.It was to be the seventh time that the blade did not pull back. The serrated spinning metal disks finally sliced into the soft sensitive virginas of the doomed heroines. Like a hot knife through butter… or an industrial wood saw through a damsel.The girls screamed, high pitched sounds of purest agony. They no longer sounded like intelligent young women, rather their cries were animalistic - like stuck pigs. The blades cutting their way through vagina, bifurcating their wombs. The pain was beyond describing as the blade continued its slow devastating path through their bodies. Cutting through skin, flesh, organs and bone. Basic biology should have dictated that they’d been freed from their torment as blades passed between their breasts - but such logic need not apply in dreams. And the screams only ended as the blades sawed through their necks.With vision darkening and blood bubbling from their lips, the heroines felt the saws stop just shy of their chins.. A figure appearing over them. It raised its an arm… it was holding something… the arm was coming down…Two machetes slammed into two necks, hitting with wet meaty sounds, severing heads from sliced carcases. Those heads fell to the ground, with just enough life left in them to see to stare up at their sawn in two bodies. Muscular arms lifted the slabs of young woman meat and hung from wicked hocks suspended from the ceiling. It was time for the proper butchery to begin.The last thing they heard in the dream was: “Hay Ma, the sows are ready for the fire - you got the barbecue sauce?”

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By the amazing Eviltrevor

Based on this story: Supergirl's Sweet Dreams - Pt 5Summary: Supergirl and Power Girl are being plagued by nightmares. What new torment will haunt their dreams tonight?Contains gore., Circular sawThe two heroines threw themselves into the detective work of locating their nighttime tormentor. All that day, and through a coffee fueled night, they worked. Scouring newspapers for criminal activity, searching the city for baddies, contacting informants and shaking down past foes. Two days later, and as another night approached, neither heroine had found anything resembling a clue.Whether it was because of their hunting or just coincidence, the dreams seemed to stop. A week passed without another nightmare tormenting their sleep. Could it be over? No, after nine nights of safety the dreams resumed.—-It was a scene from a 1920s movie, all it needed was a dastardly rogue twizzling a long waxed moustache. Two beautiful damsels lay strapped to crude wooden boards, that were moving slowly but inevitably to a comically oversized spinning saw blade. The steel teeth of blades tearing the wood of the boards into sawdust with ease.These were, however, far from ordinary damsels. Not just beautiful, rather like angels fallen from heaven. And rather than the impractical outfits from the 20s these two were dressed in striking outfits. The younger of the two in red boots, tiny red hot pants and a blue t-shirt held closed by a bow under her breasts. Her companion in peril was older, with a fuller more womanly figure. Dressed in blue boots to highlight her long legs and a white leotard to perfectly display her generous curves and impressive chest.Supergirl and Power Girl hadn’t received any warning. No story or build up this time, they’d come to in the dream already strapped to cut boards with the deadly blades whirring at several 100 rpm. “GRRRR I can’t break these bounds! What are they made of?!” Power Girl complained.She was desperately trying to ignore the saw which was between her legs about level with her calves. “I don’t think logic works in these dreams. We should be able to smash this set up, it’s only wood, but I can’t” agreed her companion, defeat creeping into her voice.Supergirl couldn’t rip her eyes from the created spinning metal blade that was inching towards her crotch. When she’d entered the dream it had been level with her feet, now it was almost at her knees. She could feel the breeze its rapid rotations caused, the movement of air producing goosebumps on her inner thighs. She could smell the hot metal and the singed wood. “But in this setup… the hero always shows up at the last second” Power Girl added, hoping to lift her friend’s spirits. “Only problem is we’re the heroes, and I don’t see us rescuing anyone.”Both were silent for a few seconds, time in which the deadly steel blades passed their knees to be whirring between their heavenly thighs. “If we can’t free ourselves in the dream… maybe we could wake ourselves?” Power Girl suggested. “Oooo - that could work! How do we jolt ourselves from sleep? We know pain doesn’t work” Supergirl eagerly agreed, hoping flickering in her soul.They had ample evidence that pain was not sufficient to wake them from these dreams. Over recent nights they’d been digested alive in a bath of acid, cooked (alive) and torn apart from hungry bloody-thirsty zombies. “Errrr…” Power Girl hadn’t fought that far ahead.And then it was too late. The blades reached them. Both girls tensed, already imagining the extreme pain as the metal sliced through them. Time seemed to slow, watching in slow-motion as the blades nicked the first threads of their uniforms at their crotches. The red hot pants and white leotard parting and revealing they delicate soft folds of skin beneath. Vaginas defenceless. Then the flow time reasserted itself with a jerk, with a whir of gears, the blades slammed back to their starting places just past the feet. Neither Supergirl or Power Girl could speak, their hearts still raced as the adrenaline drained from their systems. “BASTARD!” screamed Karen finally regaining the power of speech.Kara nodded her agreement, whoever had designed this was a total sadist. She was unable to speak, the come down from the adrenaline spike leaving her speechless and shaking. “Right, we’ve got some minutes, we have to get free…” Power Girl continued.But it was useless. The frames were too strong, the bindings too tight - neither could move, never mind how much they strained their muscles. And those spinning blades were getting ever closer. “Karen!!!!” Kara begged, tears in her young innocent eyes. “It’s ok Kara, they’ll retract” Karen tried to re-assure, not believing a word.And for a second time they reached the girls’ groins. And it was going to cut them! The blades’ teeth passed the sliced edges of uniforms, cut through blond thatch, and one blade even nicked Supergirl’s labia. Then, just as before, the saws were pulled back to their starting points.The heroines sobbed in relief, not caring the saws were for a third time creaping towards them. They didn’t speak or struggle this time. Just wept as the blades got ever closer. The girls strained in their restraints, trying to pull back from the spinning doom that was between their legs, feeling the heat of the metal on their entrances. This time it was Power Girl to squeak in pain as the saw kissed her entrance,It was too much for either. To have their fate get so close, to actually feel their doom, only for it to retreat. Would it be this time? The next time? The time after? Would they go together? Or would one have to witness the other’s demise? They were powerless, at the mercy of the saws. Each near miss broke their wills just a little but more. At the start of the dream they’d been proud confident heroines, now they were wailing sobbing damsels begging for mercy - promising anything in return for salvation or release.It was to be the seventh time that the blade did not pull back. The serrated spinning metal disks finally sliced into the soft sensitive virginas of the doomed heroines. Like a hot knife through butter… or an industrial wood saw through a damsel.The girls screamed, high pitched sounds of purest agony. They no longer sounded like intelligent young women, rather their cries were animalistic - like stuck pigs. The blades cutting their way through vagina, bifurcating their wombs. The pain was beyond describing as the blade continued its slow devastating path through their bodies. Cutting through skin, flesh, organs and bone. Basic biology should have dictated that they’d been freed from their torment as blades passed between their breasts - but such logic need not apply in dreams. And the screams only ended as the blades sawed through their necks.With vision darkening and blood bubbling from their lips, the heroines felt the saws stop just shy of their chins.. A figure appearing over them. It raised its an arm… it was holding something… the arm was coming down…Two machetes slammed into two necks, hitting with wet meaty sounds, severing heads from sliced carcases. Those heads fell to the ground, with just enough life left in them to see to stare up at their sawn in two bodies. Muscular arms lifted the slabs of young woman meat and hung from wicked hocks suspended from the ceiling. It was time for the proper butchery to begin.The last thing they heard in the dream was: “Hay Ma, the sows are ready for the fire - you got the barbecue sauce?”