The Wonder Woman Chronicles
Wonder Woman and the Aryan Breeding Farm
Chapter 2 Dr. Pyscho
Her mouth felt like the bottom of one of those ashtrays she so detested and there was an unaccustomed pounding between her ears. In short she felt like it was the morning after a night of heavy drinking; or so she had been told. Even worse her arms, shoulders, and chest hurt abominably. She soon discovered the reason for the latter ailments as soon as she opened her eyes.
She was in a dark, cold room, probably some sort of cell, and was hanging from chains attached to the iron bracelets that all Amazons wore. Her naked feet could not touch the floor, placing all of her weight on her aching arms and shoulders. Painful as it was, there was much worse to come as she discovered when she tried to move.
For an Amazon, embarrassing and alarming as the predicament was, it should have been a simple matter to snap her bonds and drop to the floor of the cell, but when Wonder Woman attempted this her only reward was agonizing pain. It was then that she realized, with a feeling of cold dread, that her Amazon strength was gone.
It had happened only a few times before and each time for the same reason. The chains that had been fastened to her wristbands must have been secured by a man. It was the Amazon curse, proclaimed by their patron Goddess, Aphrodite. Any Amazon chained by a man lost her Amazon strength for as long as the chains were in place. It was a secret so closely guarded that few knew of it, but either by accident or design that is exactly what had happened.
The discovery left a hollow feeling in her stomach. It was not fear exactly; Wonder Woman had faced too many perilous situations to feel fear, but it was the next best thing to it. She was helpless and completely at the mercy of whoever had captured her and placed her in the cell. It was a feeling that filled her with such terrible apprehension that she jerked at the chains in a frantic attempt to break them. She succeeded only in removing the skin from her wrists and working herself into a state of exhaustion. Stinging beads of moisture dripped into her eyes and she realized she was sweating profusely in spite of the cold.
“I’ve got to get hold of myself,” she thought. “I’m an Amazon. There must be a way out of this.”
Unfortunately, she could think of no way to escape from the peril in which she found herself. She could only grit her teeth against the pain and discomfort and wait for her captors to show up.
It was a long and agonizing wait. Her Amazon bracelets cut into her wrists and her body weight slowly pulled her shoulders from their sockets and placed terrible strain on her elbow joints. The only sound in the dark cell was the dripping of water and that of her own breathing. The latter became more ragged the longer she waited, but she refused to call for help. Instead she called on her Amazon training to compose herself and reduce the pain and sense of rising panic that threatened to overwhelm her.
It was the waiting, however, was the most difficult part of her torment. Hanging in total darkness, with only the dripping of water to mark the time, she had no idea how long she had been where she was. She tried counting the seconds; to take her mind off the pain if nothing else; and then turned to the history of her race, reliving Amazon tales in her mind.
At the forefront of her consciousness, however, was another concern. What had happened to Etta Candy and the Holliday Girls? Had they done as she had instructed and contacted the police and the army or had they been ensnared in the same net that had caught her? The fear that they might also have been captured ate away at her, finally crowding almost all other thoughts from her mind.
It was then that she heard the sound of a heavy door being thrown open. A dim light from the room beyond the door illuminated her cell. And then there was the sound of several pairs of footsteps coming toward her. She could now see that she was in a tiny cell, barely eight feet long and four feet wide. It was entirely unfurnished and the only amenity was a hole in the floor that was probably intended to carry away human waste and then she was blinded as a bright light was shone into her face.
“And here,” said a vaguely familiar voice, “is the pride of our collection, the Amazon princess herself.”
“You haff done vell, mein Herr,” a second voice said. “She vill proof a most interesting challenge. Do you sink she can be tamed?”
“For our purposes, Herr Fink, it does not matter whether she is tamed or not. She will have little choice in what we do with her.”
Wonder Woman gathered her strength. “I’m not dead,” she said, keeping her voice level. “I’m here and I demand that you release me.”
“Ah, she is strong, just as you said she vould be,” Herr Fink said. “I vould haff thought she vould be unconscious by now.”
The first speaker laughed. Wonder Woman was almost able to place who he was, but his identity eluded her. Then he lowered the flashlight and held it so the light illuminated his face.
“Lieutenant Burns,” Wonder Woman gasped. Suddenly it was all very clear to her. “You are a traitor,” she said accusingly. “There never was a spy at Holliday College. It was all a trick to capture me.”
“Bingo,” Burns replied. “You are as clever as you are beautiful. But not so clever that you did not run full tilt into my little trap.”
“How could a man in such a trusted position betray his country like that? I don’t understand how you could go back on everything in which you believe.”
Burns laughed again. “You have a brilliant mind, Wonder Woman, but you are overlooking the obvious. Think back to our first meeting. Think of who was the main topic of conversation.”
Wonder Woman tried to remain calm, but the sudden flash of revelation that shot through her mind almost stunned her. “Dr. Psycho!”
“Now you have it,” Burns said, but the voice that spoke was not the voice of the man she had known as a member of military intelligence. It was another voice, one she knew from past experience. As she watched, Burns’ image wavered and then began to dissolve like a cloud melting away in a breeze. It was replaced by a caricature of a man; a twisted dwarf with a head that seemed twice the size of his diminutive body. It seemed almost impossible that his scrawny neck could support the weight of his massive cranium. But Wonder Woman had seen him before and knew that she was looking at one of the most brilliant minds the world had ever produced. Brilliant, but completely warped in his sense of morality, and a man who hated all women with a passion.
“Now you see the real me,” Dr. Psycho cackled in his normal high pitched voice. His bulging eyes, hooked nose and thick mane of bristling dark hair gave him almost an owl-like appearance. “And it was so easy to fool all of you. There never was a Gertrude Strudel or a Jane Smith. It was me every time. And as for Lieutenant Burns, well the real one is dead.”
“So you’ve added murder to your list of crimes.” Wonder Woman said. She could barely keep her voice level, but she wanted to keep Psycho talking. The more she learned the better her chances of finding some way to escape and the more she would know about the organization behind him.
“It’s just one of many.” Psycho leered. “Surely you remember the factories I sabotaged. But now I have achieved my greatest triumph. I have captured and rendered helpless the mighty Wonder Woman. Soon you will see the full genius of my plan.”
“Our plan, Herr Doktor,” Herr Fink corrected. “Do not forget who you vork for.”
“I will not forget,” Psycho snarled, his massive head jerking menacingly toward the other man. “But make sure you do not forget who is the favourite of the Reichsfuhrer.”
“Of course,” Herr Fink agreed, submissively “Your service to the Reich is second to none. But ve must not forget ze primary goal of our enterprise.
“How could I forget that?” Psycho grinned. “Not when our lovely captive features so prominently in its execution.”
“Yesss,” hissed Herr Fink. “It vill be most interesting to see how she responds to zee breeding.”
“Breeding?” The word bulled its way into Wonder Woman’s mind. For the first time she took a good look at the other man. He was a heavyset individual in his early thirties, with blonde hair cropped close to his head in a military style. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and held himself like a soldier. His eyes were fixed on her in a way that left little doubt about what he was thinking, and coupled with his last comment Wonder Woman was unable to suppress a shudder.
“I sink our captive is becoming impatient. Perhaps we should proceed with zee initiation, ja?”
“Agreed,” Psycho replied. “I have been looking forward to this for some time. Now the Amazon slut will get what she has long deserved.”
“Guards!” Herr Fink shouted. “Take down zee prisoner and bring her to the viewing room.”
From out of the shadows two more men that Wonder Woman had not noticed stepped forward. These were dressed in full uniform and the lightning bolts on their collars and the dark colours of the uniforms identified them clearly as members of the SS.
Robbed of her strength and immunity to pain, Wonder Woman had to exert every bit of her Amazon training not to whimper in agony as the two guards lifted her down from the wall. As she was lowered to the floor of the cell, her legs buckled and she almost fell, the guards actually holding her up by supporting her under the arms. At the same time her mind buzzed with shock. What was the SS doing in America? And what insidious plan had it devised the harm America?
Psycho chortled with glee as she swayed unsteadily. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to see the mighty Wonder Woman stumble before me. But you will fall even farther before I am finished with you.”
“I will never go to my knees willingly before you,” Wonder Woman retorted, raising her head high. “Your vile tricks may have stolen my strength, but I am still an Amazon and you will pay dearly for your evil ways.”
“Hee Hee,” Psycho giggled. “You cannot imagine the torment I have planned for you and you know the best part of it was the fact that you fell into my trap so willingly. First I lured you to Holliday College with my fake report of subversive activity. I knew that you would be unable to resist a threat to the institution that is attended by so many of your young companions. Next I let your little friend, Etta spot the “girl” I planted as a spy. As you might have guessed I was that girl. Then I had one of my henchmen clumsily assault you outside the USO club. I knew that his bullets would not harm you, but it was my intention to get you to follow him into the underground warren. You can imagine my satisfaction when not only Wonder Woman fell into my trap, but all of her young, nubile female companions as well. They will fit very nicely into my plans.”
“Let them go,” Wonder Woman demanded. “They are all innocent young women who have done nothing to you.”
“You are in no position to demand anything of me,” Psycho sneered, “and as you will see, they will soon be an important part of my operation.”
“If you harm a single hair on their heads you will pay dearly for your brutality.”
“Harm them?” Psycho laughed. “I have much better use for them than that.”
There was no escaping Psycho’s inference, but there was nothing Wonder Woman could think of in a way of a reply, and it was obvious that the warped little man was doing his best to get a reaction from her.
Psycho motioned for the guards to escort Wonder Woman from the room. By now she was able to stand on her own, and as they moved into the hall outside her cell, she was able to see how she was chained. Her wrists had been linked in front of her with a chain about a foot in length. The links that held her were no heavier than Amazons wore during training, but they had been welded to each of the Amazon bracelets she wore on her wrists, and they were more than strong enough to hold her now that her Amazon strength was gone. If she was to escape she would have to find some way of removing them manually.
They were walking down a long concrete corridor lined with small rooms that might have been cells. It was difficult to tell as each was hidden behind an iron door and there was no sound other than the feet of her escort. They must have been very deep underground because the corridor angled up at about a fifteen degrees angle and went on for several hundred feet. Finally they came to a massive metal door. The guards waited while Herr Fink stepped forward and inserted a key into the lock. Then with a protest of iron hinges he pulled to door slowly open. Apparently it never occurred to any of Psycho’s henchmen that there was such a thing as oil.
They entered into a room that was even more poorly lit than the concrete corridor. As Wonder Woman entered she saw why. One side of the room was a huge pane of glass that overlooked a large well-lit cavern that had been excavated out of solid rock. In the centre of the cavern was a large wheel resembling an eighteenth century water wheel, but this wheel was not powered by water. Instead Etta Candy provided the power. The chubby girl had a collar around her neck that was secured to the ceiling by a long chain. She was walking around the wheel by placing her weight on each of the large paddles attached to the wheel. As she did so the wheel turned, forcing her to keep stepping or lose her footing and fall, an action that would have resulted in her strangulation if not a broken neck.
Wonder Woman stared at the scene in horror. “One vay glass,” Herr Fink explained. “Ve can see zem, but zey cannot see us.”
“Zem” referred to the other girls from Holliday College as well as Etta. They did not appeared to have been harmed, but were lined up along the far wall of the cavern, secured to the wall by chains and collars identical to that worn by Etta. Almost without exception they appeared to be terrified, most of them on their knees while they watched the slow turning of the wheel.
“How long has she been doing that?” Wonder Woman asked, her eyes fixed on Etta’s struggling form. The girl was soaked with sweat, her once pristine party dress clinging to her flabby body while she trod out the wheel.
“Only a few hours,” Fink replied. “Herr Psycho thought it might be interesting to see vhat vas beneath zat mountain of blubber. An interesting experiment, nein?”
“You’ll kill her,” Wonder Woman protested.
“Only if she stops moving her legs,” Psycho sniggered.
“Please release her and the other girls. You’ve got me. I promise to do whatever you ask if you will let them go.”
“Very noble of you,” Psycho sneered. “But why should I bargain with you when I have you completely in my power?”
“You have me in your power,” Wonder Woman replied, “but you cannot force me to do anything against my will. Let my companions go and I will do what you wish.”
“You are forgetting something, Wonder Woman,” Psycho replied. “I have this.” As he spoke he held up a glittering metallic coil.
Wonder Woman blanched. It was her golden lasso, woven from the strands of Aphrodite’s girdle. Many times stronger than steel, and capable of forcing the cooperation of any person it encircled, it was a formidable weapon in the hands of the person who wielded it, provided he understood its secret.
“Yes,” Psycho said smugly. “I know all of your little secrets. I learned my lesson the last time you defeated me and made it my goal to learn all I could about you before luring you into my trap. There is almost nothing about you that I do not know, from the magic of your tiara to the extra speed and agility granted you by your sandals. This lasso gives me all the power over you that I need, as I am about to demonstrate to your companions.”
Psycho turned to the two guards. “Escort the prisoner into the cavern. She will learn what it is like to be in the power of Dr. Psycho.”
Taking her arms, the guards pulled Wonder Woman across the room. She briefly considered resisting, but gave it up. There were several more guards in the room and even though all Amazons were highly trained in hand to hand combat she didn’t give much for her chances against such lopsided odds. They exited through another heavy door and went down several flights of stairs before emerging onto the floor of the cavern. As soon as she appeared Etta Candy began shouting and all of the captured Holliday Girls stood up and looked at her expectantly.
“Wonder Woman, save us,” Etta shouted, almost forgetting to keep her feet moving in her excitement.
Wonder Woman hung her head. She felt fully responsible for the safety of the Holliday Girls and having to admit that she could do nothing to help them was one of the most embarrassing incidents of her life. But it was about to get worse, much worse.
She was led out into the centre of the room where everyone could see her and then Psycho spoke to her. “Turn toward me, Wonder Woman.” Wonder Woman did as she was ordered and saw that Psycho had once again resumed the guise of Lieutenant Burns. This time, however, he was dressed the way the other soldiers were in the uniform of an SS officer.
Surreptitiously Psycho had slipped the golden lasso around her waist. Camouflaged by the bright colours of her costume, only those standing near her could see it. Thus when Psycho loudly ordered her to kneel before him it appeared that there was no coercion other than the guards that surrounded her.
“From now on,” Pyscho said in a voice so low that only those near her could hear it, “you are my slave and will do anything I order without question. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” Wonder Woman answered, her voice equally muted.
“You will address me as ‘Master.’ Now kneel before me and bow your head in submission.”
Wonder Woman knelt before Psycho-Burns her head bowed in surrender as he had ordered. Burns raised his voice. “Now slave, you are going to perform a service for me that shows your subservience.” There was a fumbling sound and Wonder Woman raised her eyes and was horrified to see that Psycho-Burns had unbuttoned his trousers.
“What are you doing?” Wonder Woman gasped. She had heard of such perversions, but it had never occurred to her that even a man as vile as Dr. Psycho would deliberately expose himself to her.
“That should be more than obvious,” Psycho-Burns replied, flopping out his limp member. Even it its relaxed form his phallus was enormous, and Wonder Woman, who had seen very few male organs during her life turned her head away, her fair skin flushing in embarrassment. She remembered that Pyscho’s powers enabled him to not only take whatever shape he chose, but to also make his body parts whatever size he chose. Even in her ignorance she knew that no normal penis could be that large.
“Now, my Amazon princess you are going to demonstrate your true status, by taking my member into your mouth.”
Wonder Woman fought against the compulsion of the golden lasso, but it was stronger than she was. “No,” she gasped, her body breaking out into a sweat. “You cannot make me perform so foul an act.” But even as she spoke she arched her neck in preparation and parted her full lips.
“You will be punished for that hesitation,” Psycho-Burns growled. “But first you will show me the skills of your Amazon mouth.”
In spite of the incredible training Wonder Woman had received and her immense mental capacity there were a few areas where she was abysmally ignorant, and human sexual practice was one of those areas. Beyond the simple concept of male-female sexual bonding she knew almost nothing, and Psycho’s command that she perform fellatio horrified and disgusted her. But she could not overcome the compulsion forced on her by the golden lasso.
“Mmmmpph!” she protested as Pyscho-Burns’ now semi-rigid organ slipped between her parted lips. Psycho-Burns’ hands went to the side of her head and gripped her shining blue-black hair.
“Come on you Amazon slut, show me what you can do,” Psycho-Burns jeered, as he forcing his stiffening member toward the back of her throat.
“Uuggkk!” Wonder Woman choked. She gagged as her breathing was cut off. Psycho-Burn’s phallus filled her mouth and throat, closing her airway. However, he ignored her attempts to pull away, holding her hair so tightly that he threatened to tear it out by the roots.
“Take it you bitch,” Psycho-Burns growled, thrusting forward with his pelvis. “Take it or I’ll make you wish you were never born.”
The compelling power of the golden lasso surged through her and Wonder Woman was forced to carry out Psycho’s order, but there were few things he could have made her do that she would have found more humiliating. In front of Etta Candy and the Holliday girls she was reduced to a sexual plaything, required to carry out what she considered a base sexual act. To make matters worse, Psycho began to groan in pleasure as he slowly moved his hardened phallus back and forth, while Wonder Woman fought to keep herself from vomiting.
“Aphrodite give me strength,” she thought. “I’ve got to obey or I will never escape.” Fighting down her rebellious stomach, she began to bob her head in time to the movement of Psycho’s body. The act of submission was one of the most difficult things she had ever done, but the golden lasso forced her to please the madman who called himself her master.
Psycho moaned with pleasure. Wonder Woman could feel the tension in his engorged phallus increasing like a volcano, and then he erupted so profusely that his thick white cream spurted from the corners of her mouth. “Swallow that, slave,” Psycho ordered.
Compelled by the golden lasso, Wonder Woman fought down her nausea and did as she was told. Psycho laughed. “You see how the one-mighty Amazon bows to my will. She is now no more than my whore; satisfying my every sexual need.”
Wonder Woman hung her head, while Etta and the Holliday girls looked on in undisguised shock and horror. She could not bring herself to look in their direction, but Psycho was not through humiliating her. “On your feet, slave. Now turn and face your companions. I want you to look each of them in the eye.”
Compelled by the golden lasso, Wonder Woman stood up, Psycho’s semen still dripping from her mouth, and looked toward her companions. However, Psycho had forgotten that although the lasso could compel the person bound with it to do what she was ordered, it did not prevent the captive from speaking.
“I am bound by my golden lasso,” Wonder Woman cried, “and am forced to do whatever this evil villain commands. Do not despair. We will find a way to escape from the cowards who have captured us.”
“You Amazon strumpet,” Psycho raged. “I command you not to speak.”
Wonder Woman shut her mouth as ordered, but her brief outburst elicited an immediate response from the other captured girls. “We’re with you Wonder Woman,” Etta Candy shouted. “We won’t let these Nazi thugs get us down.”
The other girls shouted similar defiant phrases, their faces lighting up with hope. The faces of Psycho and other Nazis in the room turned red with rage. Several men with whips passed amongst the rebellious girls, beating them into sullen silence. Only Etta Candy, high on her wheel continued to shout her defiance, something that one of the Nazi guards eventually stopped by speeding up the movement of the wheel until the chubby girl was almost forced to run to keep up with it.
“Stop,” Wonder Woman protested. “She’ll fall.”
“That’s her fault,” Psycho snapped. “She should have kept her mouth shut. And now I’m going to teach you what the consequences of defying me are. First however, I’m going to shut your mouth.”
“Hah,” Fink chimed in. “I haf just zee ting.” The turned to one of the guards and said something in German. Wonder Woman fluent in all languages, understood perfectly what he had said, but there was nothing she could do about what he had ordered the guard to do. The guard hurried away, returning only a few minutes later with a rubber apparatus.
“Perfect,” Fink grinned. “Hold her vhile I put zis on.”
Wonder Woman had never seen anything like the device Fink stretched over her head. It consisted of rubber straps attached to a rubber ball that he fitted into her mouth. Tightening the straps he forced the ball between her teeth, effectively preventing her from making any sound other than muffled grunts as she found when she tried to protest the application of the gag.
“Mmmpph!” she complained as she was hustled forward by her armed escort. In the middle of the cavern was a thick wooden pole about ten feet tall. About eight feet up the pole was a heavy metal ring. Wonder Woman was directed toward the pole and once there ordered to stand on a small step stool that allowed one of the guards to loop the short chain connecting her wrists through the heavy iron ring and secure it with a connecting link. Then without warning Psycho kicked the stool out from under her.
Wonder Woman fell only a short distance, coming to a halt with a painful jerk as her iron bracelets dug into her wrists. “Ummph!” she cried, caught off guard by the dastardly villain. Her feet dangled just a foot from the floor, placing all of her weight on her wrists and shoulders. Immediately the agonizing pain of her previous suspension returned, but she recovered enough to bite back her cry of pain.
“Now, Amazon slut, you are going to learn the consequences of disobedience.” Wonder Woman looked over her shoulder, her startlingly blue eyes focused on her tormentor. There was not the slightest hint of fear as she looked at Psycho, but it was difficult to appear brave with the ball gag in her mouth and Psycho misinterpreted her look. “Frightened, bitch? “Well you soon will be.”
Psycho moved close to her and began to run his fingers down her back. At first Wonder Woman was not sure what he was doing and then she realized that he was looking for the clasp that held her bustier on. “Mmmmm,” she protested as his fingers found what he was looking for. He stepped back, taking the top of her costume with him.
There was a moment of silence as Psycho and the other Nazis took in the breathtaking view. “Himmel,” Fink gasped. “Zhey are perfect. I haff never seen tits like zat.”
“Yes,” Psycho answered. “She is certainly magnificent and definitely worth a better look.” As he spoke he gripped Wonder Woman’s hips and turned her body so that her back was against the post.
Wonder Woman was not ashamed of her body; far from it. Amazons were taught that nudity was a natural state and frequently trained nude. However, that was in front of other women and girls, not a room full of leering Nazis who perused her high, perfect breasts, narrow waist and flaring hips the way a farmer buying prize breeding stock looks over his intended purchase.
“She is wunderbar,” Fink gasped. “How can any fraulein haff breasts like zat?”
“Yes,” Psycho said slowly. “Well, she is Wonder Woman. What did you expect?” He stepped close to Wonder Woman and reaching up cupped her firm right breast.
“Mmpph!” Wonder Woman protested, jerking her body so violently that she swung on her chains.
“Haa Ha!” Psycho laughed as he twisted her nipple. “You better get used to that. As a matter of fact it would be a good idea if you decided to enjoy it. Otherwise your next few months are going to be very unpleasant.”
“Of course,” Psycho added as an afterthought, “I’m not too opposed to a little unpleasantness so far as you are concerned.”
“Ja,” Fink giggled. “If she finds some big Aryan cock unpleasant.”
Horrified, Wonder Woman listened as Psycho and Fink discussed her as if she were a piece of meat. Added to her chagrin was the fact that her splendid Amazon body was revealed for all to see. There was no way of hiding her perfect breasts with their rose pink upturned nipples. Everyone in the room had a clear view of her charms and it mortified her to hear the sneering comments of the men in the room.
More than that, however, was the fact that they were discussing rape and forced breeding as if it were an everyday event. She could not, however, so much as protest their comments, nor could she do more than aim a feeble kick in Psycho’s direction as he placed his hands on the hem of her shorts and before she could do more than utter a muffled protest jerk them down her long, powerful legs, leaving every part of her body exposed.
“A sweeter cunt I haff never seen,” Fink exclaimed. “How I vould like to be zee one to fill that up.”
“There is no reason why you should not,” Psycho said. “A little casual sex will not interfere with the breeding process; not once she is impregnated.”
“Mmmmpph!” Wonder Woman protested. The casual discussion of how she was going to be raped was too much for her to bear in silence. It was only after her muffled outcry that she realised how weak and pathetic it made her look.
“I think the Amazon is becoming restless,” Psycho said. “Perhaps it is time to introduce her to her breeding partner.”
Fink smiled his agreement. “Yes. It vill be most interesting to vatch her reaction.” He turned to one of the numerous SS guards who were lurking in the vicinity of Wonder Woman’s humiliation. “Send for Paulus.”
The guard clicked his heels and then turned smartly and marched off, leaving Wonder Woman to wonder about who “Paulus” was. She got her answer is only a few minutes when the guard returned accompanied by one of the biggest men she had ever seen.
She recognized him immediately from his picture in the paper. Who did not know of Heinrich “the Hun” Paulus, former Heavyweight Champion of the World? He was the pride of the German-American community and touted to be the true Aryan superman. However, his anti-American activities and pro-Nazi comments prior to the war had caused him to be stripped of his title and he probably would have been interned had he not disappeared just after the United States entered the war.
His hair cut short in military fashion, and dressed in dark pants and a white shirt the huge boxer was an imposing sight. When she stopped in front of the helpless Wonder Woman he was so tall that even though her feet dangled a foot off the floor, he still looked down on her. “So this is the babe I am supposed to fuck. I must say I approve of your choice doc.”
His words shocked Wonder Woman, but she hid her disgust as best she could and attempted to ignore the way his eyes travelled hungrily over her naked body.
“You want me to screw her now?” Paulus continued. “I’m ready any time.”
“It is good that you are so eager,” Psycho said, “but not just now. The Amazon must first be broken and you are about to play an important part in that process.”
“How so?” Paulus inquired. “I ain’t no torturer. I just like tight pussy.”
“And you will find plenty of that here,” Psycho said, waving his arm toward the other young women in the chamber. “Pick one and enjoy yourself.”
Paulus swept his gaze over the helpless Holliday girls. A slow grin spread over his granite features. “That one. I like the size of her tits.” He pointed his finger directly at Priscilla.
“Mmmpph! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!” Wonder Woman’s muffled attempts to speak were ignored by everyone by Psycho.
He grinned up at her. “What is it Wonder Woman? Do you want Paulus to take you instead? How very noble of you. But you will just have to wait your turn.”
Wonder Woman had nodded her head when Psycho had guessed what her muffled cries meant, but her heart sank at his reply. She could only watch helplessly as Etta Candy’s friend was unchained from the wall and hauled into the centre of the room.
“Let me go you thugs,” Priscilla cried. The statuesque blonde kicked at the men who held her, but her struggles served only to emphasize her splendid breasts which bounced erotically as she was held by both arms. Clearly terrified, the girl was putting up a brave front, but was on the point of breaking as she stood trembling in front of Paulus
“Don’t worry, babe,” Paulus drawled. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. Just have a little fun. Babes usually are crawling all over me. Just hold still and enjoy it.”
“This is rape, you pathetic bastard,” Priscilla spat. Her voice quavered as she spoke, but she held back the scream of fear that was not far away from pouring out of her throat.
“Is she of good Aryan stock?” Fink asked.
“The best,” Psycho replied. “Only American bluebloods are allowed to attend Holliday College. It was one of the details I looked into when investigating the Amazon’s background.”
“Zen let zee breeding begin,” Fink ordered.
“Nooo!” the scream of protest burst from Priscilla’s mouth as two more men grabbed hold of her and helped carry her over to a heavy horizontal beam.
Wonder Woman had noticed the beam before, but had not paid much attention to it, caught up as she was in her own ordeal. She noticed that the beam had two shackles placed the width of a woman’s outspread arms apart. It was into these two shackles that Priscilla’s wrists were forced so that she ended up with her arms spread wide and her writhing body open to whatever her captors had intended for her.
“Nooooo!” she screamed again as she was locked in place and Paulus straddled her and began to unbutton her white schoolgirl’s blouse.
Priscilla’s breasts were every man’s fantasy. Large and firm, with prominent nipples, they bounced excitedly as Priscilla struggled to escape her fate. Paulus closed his massive hands over them, concealing the copper tinted nipples as he squeezed them brutally.
“Aaahhh!” the frightened girl screamed in pain. Her blonde hair whipping wildly as she threw her head back and forth in frantic terror.
“MMMMPPHH!” Wonder Woman screamed into her gag. She twisted her strained body desperately in a frenzied attempt to break free. But reduced to mortal strength, she succeeded only in wrenching her arms and shoulders and attracting Psycho’s leering gaze as droplets of sweat sprayed from her panting body.
“Relax,” Psycho sneered. “Your time will come and when it does I expect you will put on quite a show.”
Psycho’s leering comment was heard only by Wonder Woman as Priscilla screamed loudly for mercy. “Stop. Noooo! You can’t do this. Let me go. Do it to Wonder Women instead. This is all her fault.”
Wonder Woman felt as if a knife had been thrust into her guts and then twisted. Nothing Psycho or any of his cohorts could have said could possibly have wounded her so deeply. An overwhelming sense of guilt and shame swept over her. How could she have been so stupid as to draw Etta Candy and the Holliday Girls into Psycho’s clutches? Now all of the innocent young women faced rape and perhaps worse.
Priscilla screamed incoherently as Paulus temporarily stopped mauling her breasts and ripped the rest of her dress off, leaving her clad in only a pair of thin cotton panties along with her garter belt and nylons. He placed his hand between her legs and fondled her mons veneris through her panties. Priscilla moaned in fear, involuntarily arching her body in an attempt to draw away from the probing of the huge boxer.
“You like that, huh?” Paulus grunted, misinterpreting her actions. “Well, it’s time we got down to business.”
Without bothering to remove her garter belt or stockings he pulled her panties down to her knees.
Please,” Priscilla begged. “Don’t do this. Let me go. I won’t report you to anyone, I promise.”
Paulus responded to her plea by unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He jerked his shorts down, revealing a phallus that was beyond anything Wonder Woman had ever imagined a man’s sexual organ could be. It made Psycho’s extoplasmic organ look positively dainty by comparison.
“NOOO!” Priscilla shrieked. She tried to raise her legs enough to kick Paulus away, but he ripped away her panties and placed one powerful hand just above each of her knees and then forced her thighs apart. Priscilla screamed something incoherent and then Paulus thrust forward with brutal force. It was a savage introduction to the world of sex, and Priscilla’s cry of agony reflected the pain and horror of her ordeal.
Wonder Woman watched in shock and revulsion. She could not turn her eyes away from the painful subjugation of the young woman. Priscilla twisted her body as Paulus penetrated her. She now no longer screamed, but grunted painfully with every thrust of Paulus’ hips, a sound the huge boxer emulated.
Wonder Woman had never seen anyone have sex before, much less raped. The sight stirred emotions she had only rarely experienced, those of rage and revulsion. But another emotion stirred within her as well. Fear. For her it was an alien emotion, but she could not suppress the feelings of dread that welled up within her. “Hera help me,” she prayed. “What have I gotten myself and my companions into?”
Priscilla’s rape seemed to last for a very long time, although it could not have been more than just a few minutes. With a grunt of satisfaction Paulus stood up, his now wilting phallus dribbling semen as he stood over his sobbing victim. He turned slowly toward Wonder Woman, a leer or triumph on his face. “Now you know what’s waiting for you, babe. I’ll bet you can hardly wait.”
Wonder Woman stared back, unable to reply to the vulgar taunt due to the ball gag, so Psycho answered for her. “She seems to be speechless,” he laughed. “But I have no doubt she is looking forward to having you between her powerful thighs. I expect she will give you the ride of your life.”
“Yeah,” Paulus agreed. “Looks like she could crack a walnut with that tight pussy. When do I get a shot at her?”
“Not just yet,” Psycho answered. “But don’t worry we still have thirty more girls to keep you busy.”
Paulus grinned. “Looking forward to it. Beats hell out of training for a fight.”
Psycho returned his grin. “Soon Wonder Woman will be yours. But first we have a few other things planned for her. For now, however, she has seen enough. Take her back to her cell.”
The guards responded immediately, taking Wonder Woman down from the post and hauling her back the way she had come. Outside her tiny cell the guards removed her ball gag, but placed heavy shackles on her ankles. Then she was motioned into the cell. One of the guards went with her and placed a heavy metal collar around her throat. With a short chain he fastened the collar to the wall. He paused in the door as he left. “Good night, fraulein. Enjoy your stay.” The slamming of the door was like the closing of the gates of hell.