Wonder Woman in “First Time in Man’s World”

by Jediah Rikane

October 1942

Office of the War Department, Washington D.C.

Marcia Bennett let out a long breath of pain and frustration. How could everything have gone so wrong? She had been so close! For the last few years, she had been the personal secretary of Major Steve Trevor, a veteran fighter pilot and intelligence operative attached to the war department. She had met him at a fund-raiser in 1939 and the two became fast friends. She told Trevor about her husband, a naval officer who had died in a training exercise six months earlier. Upon learning that she was having trouble making ends meet, he arranged for her to be hired on as his secretary, a position his superiors kept hounding him to fill. Trevor was a man of action and hated being behind a desk. He soon discovered he made the right decision hiring the young widow; she quickly turned his office into a well-oiled machine. After a few months, he began to rely on her to manage his schedule and paperwork. They also spent time together socially, going to formal events and dinners. It was inevitable that he began to develop feelings for her as his admiration grew to adoration. Eventually, He told her how he felt and was amazed to find she felt the same way. Knowing a relationship with a subordinate would be frowned upon they met in secret after office hours. After their first night of lovemaking, Trevor slept peacefully next to his beloved. Marcia looked down at her sleeping lover, a wicked gleam in her eye. Mission accomplished, she thought.

Virtually everything about Marcia Bennett was a lie. The only true thing she had told Trevor was her name. She was a deep cover operative for the SS, the Nazi intelligence arm. She had been placed there to gather vital American intelligence. She had spent months studying Trevor’s habits and tastes, shaping herself to be the perfect complement to him. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist a woman as attractive as she was, particularly after he was fed her tragic cover story. She had been sending her superiors copies of all of the intelligence files she could over the past months but nothing that would alert anyone to the possibility of a mole in the office. But three weeks ago, she learned engineers at the Norden bomb site, a top-secret lab at the Brooklyn Naval Yards, were developing a potent new weapon to use against the Axis. It had taken all of her considerable skill both in the office and in the bedroom to discover only the most minor details of the project. Her superiors ordered her to acquire all the documentation pertaining to the new weapon. After weeks of vigorous persuasion, Trevor finally mentioned that the plans were in a secure place. She knew it had to be the safe in his office. She didn’t have the combination, but she knew how she could get it. A few days later, Army Intelligence received word that a single German fighter had left Germany on a direct course for the naval yard. Realizing the Norden lab must be the target, Trevor volunteered to intercept the fighter over the Atlantic. Marcia told Trevor to be careful as he left for the airfield. As he turned to leave, he didn’t see the satisfied smirk on her face; all was going according to plan. Trevor would be killed during the mission and she would clean out his office, get the plans and leave the country. While she did this, another Nazi fighter would destroy the lab, thereby crippling the Allied bid for air supremacy.

But her grand scheme had come crashing down around her. One week after Trevor’s presumed death, an unusual woman, dressed like an American flag, appeared in Washington. Even more fantastic was she’d been seen with Steve Trevor! No one knew what to make of this strange woman. Not an hour after leaving Trevor at the hospital, she foiled a robbery in downtown. Marcia had read the newspaper accounts of this woman’s extraordinary strength and speed, but figured it was nothing more but exaggeration. Two days later, she discovered firsthand how true the reports were. The strangely garbed female dubbed “Wonder Woman” in the media, starred in an exhibition where she blocked bullets fired at her with metal bracelets on her wrists. Marcia was worried about this woman; she could be some type of American agent. Certain her bullet act was some sort of trick, Marcia went to the show with one of her operatives, disguised as an elderly lady. She had fired at Wonder Woman with a tommy gun. Marcia couldn’t believe her eyes. The star spangled beauty blocked every shot, her arms a blur of metal and sparks. Marcia was more than a little afraid as she left the show. This Wonder Woman was very strong, agile and essentially bulletproof. How could she possibly eliminate her? Marcia decided to do everything she could to accelerate the mission timetable and leave the country.

The next day, word reached the war department that Col. Wilhem VonBlasko, one of the Nazi’s top pilots, had departed Germany and was heading for America. General Blankenship relayed the message to Steve Trevor, who had awakened in the hospital a few days earlier. Trevor knew Von Blasko had to be gunning for the Norden labs so he left the hospital and drove to the airfield to get his plane. Unfortunately, he had asked Marcia to have his plane fueled, giving her the opportunity to have Trevor ambushed. He was taken to her apartment and pumped with drugs, allowing Marcia to coax the combination of the safe from him. She went to General Blankenship’s office to steal the plans only to be intercepted by Wonder Woman. After a terrific battle, Marcia sat in a chair, bloodied and bruised. Before Marcia knew what was happening, the costumed woman pulled a golden rope free from a catch on her belt and tied it around her, binding her arms to her sides. She struggled but the thin cord was strong and held her fast. She began to feel a tingling sensation along her spine as the amazon stood before her. Wonder Woman demanded to know where Trevor was. Marcia couldn’t believe what happened next. She intended to remain silent but she suddenly blurted out the truth. It was as if she couldn’t control herself. Within minutes, Marcia had confessed the entire plan to her costumed interrogator, including their escape late that evening in a U-boat a few miles of the coast of Norfolk. Marcia, still bound in the lasso, was ordered by Wonder Woman to sit in the chair, telling her that the rope forced her to obey. Marcia tried to move, but discovered that she couldn’t. She cursed at the amazon as she left. “American bitch! This isn’t over!”

Marcia moaned in frustration. There had to be some way out of this. She suddenly caught her breath as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Damn! She thought, it must be the police. This is it, I’m finished she thought. Her fears were dashed as she saw the plump figure of Etta Candy walk towards her. She was General Blankenship’s secretary and was quite capable but a little simple. Perfect, Marcia thought, there might be a way out yet. She began to cry out “Help! Help me!” Etta ran to her and said breathing hard, “Marcia! Oh my goodness! What happened?” “Oh, Etta, it was just horrible! Two men grabbed me outside of my apartment and drove me here. They ransacked Steve’s office and when they couldn’t find what they were looking for they took it out on me.” Etta’s eyes widened as she saw the bruises on her friend face. “Those rotten jerks!”, Etta exclaimed, “Beating up on a lady! When I get my hands on them! Hold still, I’ll untie you!” Seconds later, the golden cord feel to the floor, and Marcia was freed from its control. Etta helped her to her feet. “Stay here. I’m going to call the police.” Etta walked into Steve’s office moving towards his desk when she noticed the safe was open. Oh my gosh, she thought, the bomb site plans were in there! She was moving to the safe when she was savagely struck from behind. Etta slammed into the wall and dropped to floor, unconscious. Marcia put the chair down and went to the safe, steeping over the unconscious woman. She quickly snatched the plans and walked back out into the hallway. There’s not much time left, Marcia thought as she gathered up the golden rope. She coiled it in her hand a wicked grin crossing her face. “I may have lost a battle but with this I’ll win the war!”

Three Hours Later…

Wonder Woman frowned as she approached the door to Marcia’s apartment. She had lost so much time; fighting Marcia, capturing the Nazi bomber pilot, all important things but all the while she feared for Steve Trevor’s life. She could only guess what the evil witch Marcia must have done to him to get the combination to his office safe. She steeled herself before the door thinking these Nazi’s will pay dearly if they’ve harmed Steve! She put her hand on the doorknob and to her surprise it opened. She crossed the threshold and was surprised by the total darkness in the room. She took several cautious steps, her sharp eyes adjusting to the dark, listening for signs of any other occupants. She suddenly heard the door close behind her. She spun but saw no one. She started forward heading towards where the kitchen should be. She suddenly heard the wooden floor creak behind her. She quickly dropped to her knees making out the shape of a large man leaping over her. The man landed in front of her with a thud, and was getting up to his knees when Diana kicked him hard in the stomach, lifting off the ground. Diana stood, scanning for more attackers. She wasn’t disappointed; an arm wrapped around her neck, trying to pull her back. She could see the glint of a knife in his other hand. Planting her feet, she gripped the man’s wrist and twisted it, smiling to herself as she heard him screech in pain. Leaning forward, she flipped the assassin over and slammed him onto the other man she’d felled. She reached down and gripped the man by his collar, lifting him off the floor. She pulled his face a few inches away from her own and commanded, “Tell me where Major Trevor is! Now!!” Suddenly she heard a click behind her. The lights were on in the kitchen and Diana’s blood went cold. Trevor was sitting in a chair, his arms and legs bound to it. Gagged, he was unconscious, several nasty bruises on his face. Behind him stood a large bald man, his right hand holding Trevor’s head up by the hair. What commanded the amazon’s attention was the man’s other hand, more specifically the knife it held. The blade gleamed in the artificial light, held barely an inch away from Trevor’s neck.

“I understand you have some amazing powers, fraulien.” The man said, his accent unmistakably German. “I would strongly suggest you don’t use them, it would be rather detrimental for the good Major’s health.” Diana met the man’s eyes, cold fury building inside her. She began to step towards him. “Let him go, now or so help me, I’ll…” She stopped short as the German pressed the knife before Trevor’s neck. “Watch him die? Because that is what will happen if you keep moving forward.” Diana stood stock still, quickly computing the distances. As fast as she was, there was no way she could cross the room before this vile man slit Steve’s throat. She noticed the two men that attacked her had recovered and now stood between her and the kitchen. Have to buy some time, she thought. She opened her fists, and relaxed her stance. “What do you want?” she asked. The man grinned, “You’ll find out shortly. Now you will remove those bracelets and place them on the table to your left.” Diana recoiled at his order. If she did that, she’d be defenseless! As if sensing her hesitation, the man pressed the blade tighter, drawing a small bead of Trevor’s blood. “NO!!” Diana shrieked, “Don’t do that! I’ll do it!” She slowly removed the metal bands from her wrists and placed them slowly on the small end table. She glanced down at her naked wrists, a creeping fear gathering in her stomach. “Much better”, he said “Now, take two steps back and stand still, keeping your arms at your sides.” She complied and looked on in horror as the man she’d thrashed when she first entered ambled over to the table and took her bracelets. He was a well built man with large rough hands. He walked past the other man into the kitchen. Seconds later, he returned, carrying something in his hands that she couldn’t quite make out. Her second attacker, a young man with feral eyes, followed him, carrying a pistol pointed at her. The first man stood just behind her while the other stood to her right, pistol trained on her. The man behind Trevor spoke “Now my dear, its time for you to say good night. Hans!” Suddenly, the man behind her reached forward, his left hand grabbing her left wrist. The gunman in front moved as well, holding her right wrist. She was beginning to pull away from both of them when a white cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose.

“Mmppphh” she grunted, her eyes growing wide as she smelled the pungent scent on the cloth. Some kind of drug, she realized. She held her breath and began struggling against her attackers. The man in front of her stuffed his pistol in his pocket then struck her hard in the stomach. Diana exhaled reflexively from the sudden blow and inhaled more of the noxious fumes. Almost instantly she began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. The man hit her two more times and it became impossible not to breathe in more of the chloroform. She tried to pull at the hand the held the cloth against her, but she couldn’t pull her arm free. The man in front of her grabbed her other wrist, pulling both her arms out from her sides. She struggled against him, but she couldn’t free herself. “Too weak, but I can’t.. let them…win…”She kicked the man holding her arms, the toe of her boot striking the man’s shin. “Damn!!” he howled, releasing her right wrist. She threw a swift punch to the injured man’s head, knocking him back. She tried to twist out of the other’s man’s grasp but he held tight, pressing the cloth even tighter against her face. She was fading fast, the exertion of her struggles weakening her. Her attacker took advantage of this, punching her in the side with his left fist. ”Agghh…Stppp..” she groaned taking in more of the anesthetic. The other man, having recovered from Diana’s blows quickly seized both her upper arms. The two men moved her back onto the couch. “NNNhhhh!!!” she groaned as twisted and writhed, all to no avail. The two men were easily able to restrain the rapidly fading heroine. Eventually her eyes finally closed and she lay against her captor’s chest, unconscious. “That bitch certainly can punch.”, Karl said, rubbing his jaw. Hans smiled at his friend as he pushed the unconscious Amazon away from him. “She wasn’t so difficult.” He said, standing up. “All that was needed were the right tools.” “Quite true.”, Klaus said, putting his knife away. He joined his comrades in front of the couch. The trio stood shoulder to shoulder, looking down on the sleeping beauty, her luscious red lips slightly parted, her generous breasts rising rhythmically. Klaus was cleaning a fingernail with his knife. “Such a lovely woman, unfortunate she is an Amerikaner, no? For her, at any rate.” The other two men smiled, they all were fantasizing what they’d do with her, when the slam of a door interrupted them. Marcia strode over to join the group, smiling at their prize. “Excellent work, men. Now get her and Trevor ready to move.”

As the darkness faded and consciousness returned, Diana groaned softly but kept her head down against her chest. She was rapidly recovering from the anesthetic trying to take stock of her situation. She could tell she was sitting in a wooden chair and felt no bindings around her limbs. Her wrists were still bare and she could feel that her tiara had been taken as well. She felt her golden belt still firmly around her waist. Thank Hera she thought, now if she could determine where Trevor was she could get them both out of here. From what she could hear there were at least two people in the room. Suddenly she felt a large hand grab her by the chin, tilting her head up. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be unconscious. A moment later another hand slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room. “Wake up, whore!!” she heard a man say. “It’s time for you to answer our questions.” Diana’s eyes opened wide stunned by the assault. She quickly glanced around. She was no longer in Marcia’s apartment; she was in some kind of industrial room, tall concrete walls and various machinery but no windows. She was sitting in front of wooden table, an overhead light above her head the only illumination in the room. She looked over to her right where the voice had come from. She looked into the eyes of the balding man sitting next to her, and instantly recognized him as the man who had held the knife to Steve’s throat. Furious, she sprang up out of the chair seizing her attacker by his neck and lifting him off the floor. “I don’t think so. Now tell me where Major Trevor is or I’ll…” Suddenly a voice came from behind her. “You will do nothing darling. I command you to put Klaus down and sit back down.” The words reverberated in her mind and almost instantly she obeyed, releasing her grip on the man’s throat. He stood against the table edge, gasping as Diana stepped back and sat down. She couldn’t understand it; she wanted to get up from the chair but she was paralyzed, she couldn’t make herself rise. “Now, isn’t that better, dear?” the voice behind her said. Recognizing the owner of that voice, she looked behind her. A cold feeling welled up in her stomach as she saw Marcia step into the light and stand before Diana, smiling triumphantly. “I expect you thought you’d seen the last of me, Wonder Woman. But life is full of little surprises, like this thing.” She held up her right hand with the magic lasso wrapped around it. Diana followed the other end of the lasso with her eyes seeing it end in a loop around her booted ankle. “It was very foolish of you to leave a weapon like this behind, especially since you’re just as vulnerable to it as I was.” Diana blanched at the comment, knowing the evil woman was correct. Marcia sat down in a chair beside Diana. “Of course, I’m far more interested in the other power of the lasso. So now, you will tell me the truth: Who are you?”

Diana tried to fight but couldn’t hope to resist the power of the lasso. “I…am Princess Diana of Paradise Island.” Marcia looked incredulous. Klaus, who had regained his composure, began to laugh. “Paradise Island?” he chuckled, “Where is that, just a few miles north of the land of make believe? She is clearly lying, commander.” Marcia slapped the man’s shoulder. “Klaus, you idiot! I’ve felt the power of this rope firsthand. No matter how farfetched this sounds, it is the truth. She cannot lie!” She turned back to Wonder Woman and continued questioning her. Marcia interrogated the bound woman for the next thirty minutes. Marcia wrung every intimate detail from her, the lasso compelling her to describe who the Amazons were and how they came to be on Paradise Island. Diana spoke of Trevor’s landing onto their home and her finding him. Marcia listened intently, ignoring Klaus’ dissenting groans. Diana described the contest to determine which Amazon would bring Trevor home and help the Allied cause. Marcia asked, “But why did you come to the United States alone?” Diana, confused by the question asked “What do you mean?” Marcia looked at her sharply, “What I mean darling, is if your Amazons are such great warriors, why only send one, not ten or twenty? A force of superwomen like you could alter the outcome of this war. Why were you the only one sent here?” Diana tried to resist, to lie, but it was no use. “Only one amazon can maintain her strength in Man’s World at a given time.” Marcia’s eyes narrowed, this was something to investigate. “Maintain it? How so?” Diana looked down, closing her eyes trying to will her mouth shut, but the words just leapt out. “The magic belt. It is a gift from the Gods and therefore unique. It is the source of an Amazon’s power away from Paradise Island.” The two Nazi agents looked at each other, seeing the implications. Klaus voiced them: “And without this belt, you have no extraordinary strength or speed?” Diana wouldn’t look him in the eye; she didn’t want either of them to see how frightened she was. “Yes”, she answered, feeling completely ashamed. Marcia was nodding her head excitedly. “Well, isn’t that interesting? Stand up please, and put your hands behind your neck, lacing your fingers together.” Diana complied, a cold knot gathering in her stomach. “Don’t move.” Marcia commanded as she nodded to Klaus, who rose and walked behind Wonder Woman. He placed his hands high on her sides, just below the top edge of her costume. Diana looked straight ahead, her entire body tensed. The man was so close; she could feel his hot breath on her hands as his hands slowly roved down her body. Klaus was enjoying this; the feel of the warm satin material and the unconscious quivering of her body. Finally his hands came down to the top edge of the belt. He gingerly felt along the golden surface, noting that the material felt just like the lasso. In a few seconds, his fingers found the concealed catches. It only took a moment to release them. Marcia interrupted, “One moment.” She rose from her chair and stood in front of her captive. “Now look at me Diana; do not look away.”

After a long moment, Diana slowly moved her head and made eye contact with the seated woman, disgusted by the glee she saw in her eyes. Marcia nodded to Klaus, who grasped one end of the belt and slipped it off her waist. Diana inhaled sharply as the belt came away from her. This was like nothing she’d ever felt before; a strange sensation that rapidly moved through her body. She felt all her strength suddenly disappear, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. It was more than just feeling weak; it was as though something had ripped out her entire sense of self. Her mother warned her of this before she left Paradise Island. The great weakness she’d called it, the loss not only of strength but will, everything that made her an Amazon, all gone in Man’s world without the magic belt of strength. She understood her mother’s concern, but she had never conceived this could actually happen to her. Marcia was taking immense joy at seeing her enemy brought low. “Put your hands down.” Diana did as she was ordered, watching Klaus walk back over to the table, holding the belt in both hands. Diana slowly shook her head in shame, knowing her own arrogance had brought this about. “So now you’re powerless” Marcia said taking the belt from Klaus. “Let’s make sure. Cuff her.” Klaus walked back to Diana, seizing one of her wrists, locking a handcuff to it. Diana tried to pull away but the Nazi was too strong for her. Klaus smiled “Come now, fraulien you can stop me easily. Hit me, throw me across the room! I’m just a man, you’re Wonder Woman!” He laughed as he said her name, filling her with shame and anger. He seized her other wrist and secured the other cuff. Diana struggled fiercely trying to pull her wrists apart, but couldn’t budge them. Ordinarily she could break the small chain binding her with a flick of a finger. But now, without her Gods given gifts, she was no longer an Amazon Princess; now she was merely just another woman, bound and helpless in the power of men. Desperate, she ran towards Marcia, hands extended, hoping to snatch her belt back. Marcia moved back holding the belt close to her chest while Klaus reached out and seized Diana’s hair and pulled her back roughly. “Agghhh!” she screamed in pain. Klaus wrapped his left arm around her neck and pressed his right hand against her head. Diana realized he had her in a choke hold and struggled to free herself. The large man was now much stronger than she and they both knew it. He tightened his grip and began to force her down to the floor, keeping his grip tight. After a few seconds, Klaus had her on her stomach on the floor, his body pressing down on her. She pulled at his arm but the lack of oxygen had taken its toll. Finally she fell unconscious. He released the hold and rolled her over onto her back. Marcia came and stood beside him. “Get her secured in the other room, Karl and I have to make arrangements for transport.” Klaus was glad to hear it; the original plan to leave by U-boat had been scrapped because of Wonder Woman’s interference. They now needed a new exit and Marcia had obtained information from other Washington operatives of a second rendezvous point. Unfortunately she knew when the ship would leave but not the exact location. Marcia would have to get that from the operative in person..

Twenty minutes later, Diana woke up feeling wretched. Her throat was raw from being choked and it was difficult to swallow. A strip of industrial tape had been place over her mouth. She quickly surveyed her new surroundings. There were the same concrete walls and floors around her, with two lights in the ceiling. Large doors were on the walls to her left, with large pallets of equipment lined up before them. The room appeared to be some kind of loading dock. She was on her knees in front of a wall. Her arms were behind her back; her wrists were still cuffed and the chain between them ran through a metal ring mounted high on the wall forcing her to bend forward. A metal collar was around her neck, a chain connected to it running to a ring bolted to the floor keeping her in this uncomfortable position. She looked around and saw Steve Trevor sitting in a chair no more than ten yards from her. He was bound and gagged, head on his chest. “Stttvv!! Stvvv!!” she screamed, but the tape muffled her cries. She could hear voices outside; it was Marcia and the man who had choked her. She strained to hear them. “You are defying our orders. We must return to Berlin with the plans.” Klaus demanded. “And we will.” Marcia answered, “Just not immediately. We have to verify the woman’s story.” Diana wasn’t sure what Marcia was talking about, verify what? Klaus replied, “You want to sail into the Bermuda Triangle to find an island of superhuman women so you can prove that they exist? What’s the point?” Diana’s eyes grew wide; Marcia couldn’t mean to invade her home! Marcia said, “Not that I have to explain myself to you but I will explain. Examine what she has told us about her homeland. Her people have the means to hide themselves from others, metals that are impervious to damage and all other types of secrets the Reich can exploit. Once we bring these powerful new weapons to the Fuhrer my…our reward will be beyond measure.” Diana shuddered with fear; she’d never thought that the Nazis might pose a real threat to her people. She could be responsible for the downfall of her entire race! She had to get free! She pulled as hard as she could but her bonds held. The door opened and Marcia walked in, Klaus right behind her. Marcia stood before her, arms folded and smiled. “I have to leave you for a little while Diana, but rest assured, you will soon see your homeland…for the last time.” Marcia looked into her captive’s eyes and was gratified by the fear she saw there. Suddenly the sound of a man’s moaning caught everyone’s attention. Marcia and her agents turned to see Trevor stirring in the chair. Marcia walked up to him and said “Steve! Are you all right!” Trevor shook his head. He vision began to focus and he looked into his lover’s dark eyes. “Marcia! Honey, what’s happening?” He tried to rise and realized he couldn’t. he pulled against the ropes binding him to the chair. He looked around and saw the two men standing a few feet away. “Why I’m I tied up? I know those men, they ambushed me.” Marcia smiled, “I’m sorry lover but I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely truthful. I’m a Nazi darling.” Steve couldn’t have been more shocked. He began shaking his head, trying to deny her words. Marcia smiled, “I came here to ensure the Fatherland would never be stopped by your pathetic allies. I hated every tender moment I had to spend with you. Soon you and your savior” she pointed at the bound Wonder Woman, “will be in Berlin for the rest of your short lives.” Trevor was incensed, “You bitch! I will kill you!” Marcia laughed, “I don’t think so darling.” She nodded to Karl, who gagged the furious Trevor was tape. Marcia took Klaus’ arm. “Karl and I will be back in a few hours. Keep an eye on her and Trevor. I assume you and Hans can handle that?” The bald man bristled at her comment, but nodded. Marcia held him by both arms and looked into his eyes. “Now listen to me, I know about your past…indiscretions with female prisoners but you will not touch her in any way. Consider that an order. Understood?” Klaus was incensed, how had she found out? He stared at her for a long moment before replying “Ja, mein kommander.” Marcia didn’t appreciate the sarcasm inherent in his use of formal military language. She looked at him coldly for a long moment then pulled Karl along with her and walked out of the door.

Minutes later, Klaus and Hans sat in two chairs on the other side of the room with Diana and Trevor, drinking bottles of beer. “Consider that an order, she says. Who does that bitch think she is? I was fighting this war long before that whore first opened her legs to that Amerikaner!” Klaus ranted, pointing at the bound Trevor. Hans nodded, taking a long pull from his beer. “And then she brings up my record! Just because I dipped my wick in a few Polish bitches and French spies I’m not trustworthy. I’m a strong German man; we have an obligation to conquer not only countries but cunts as well. You know what I mean, my friend?” Hans slapped his friend on his shoulder. “Of course, my friend. What that slut needs is a good stiff German sausage.” He said, palming his crotch. The two men laughed. Klaus stepped over to Diana and Hans followed. Diana looked up at the two men, intense hate in her eyes. “Speaking of someone needing a stiff one. “Klaus said as he grabbed Diana’s hair, pulling her head back. “This whore is just begging for it. Just think if what she says is true, there’s an island of beautiful women with virgin pussies just waiting to be taken. I say we start with their princess.” Diana struggled against him, but his grip was too strong. Hans grabbed the other man’s shoulder. “I would love to but Marcia gave strict orders. The woman is not to be touched.” Klaus exploded “To hell with her!” He threw his bottle across the room, just missing Trevor and smashing against the wall. Klaus released Diana and both men walked backed over to the refrigerator to get more beer. Diana watched her two captors drink and continue their argument, feeling a knot of fear build in her stomach. Bound and powerless, these men could do anything they wanted to her. Her mother and all her sisters on Paradise Island had all known the pain and humiliation of rape. Diana silently prayed to Athena that she would not know it too. Klaus was getting angrier, shouting “I’m through taking orders from that arrogant bitch. How can any true Nazi man be commanded by a woman? We are the fighters, the conquerors. A woman’s tasks should only include serving us.” Hans grabbed his friend’s shoulders and spoke calmly “I understand, Klaus and agree with much of what you say, but we must follow orders.” Bah!” Klaus scoffed, more than a little drunk. “We aren’t going to kill the whore, just have a bit of fun! And really, what’s Marcia going to do? Do you think the high command will care that we had our way with her? Come with me.” They walked back to Diana, standing over her. “I saw how you looked at her as we carried out of the car. You’ve been fantasizing about taking her Hans, I know you have.” Hans considered this, and as he looked down at the bound woman, realized his friend was correct. He had thought of those large full breasts that he so wanted to hold, the firm toned legs he imagined parting. “All right, I’m in.” Trevor began to yell through his gag, violently rocking back and forth until his chair fell over. Klaus motioned to Hans, who walked over to the struggling man. Hans lifted the bound Trevor back into a seated position. He leaned down until his head was right beside Trevor’s, whispering. “I know why you’re so upset, Major. We’re going to hump this bitch senseless and you’re not. It is a shame.” Trevor twisted hard but Hans had his weight on the chair and it didn’t budge. Klaus commanded, “Lock him in the closet, he doesn’t deserve to witness this” Hans did as he was told. Klaus smiled and knelt down next to Wonder Woman, who pulled impotently against her bonds and screamed through her gag.. “Now Diana, don’t be like that. I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” Klaus said, quickly grabbing the chain of her collar and tugging downward. “Aggghhh!!” she moaned reeling from the pain in her arms. He removed his hand, letting her move back to her original position. He reached for the collar around her neck and quickly unlocked it. While he did so, Hans moved behind the kneeling woman and unlocked one of her cuffs. Her arms were suddenly free but strained from the bondage and fell limply to her sides. Klaus got an arm around her waist trying to get her to stand. “Are you all right my dear?” Klaus asked, dripping sarcasm, “Here let me help you up.” He punched her savagely in the stomach, the air rushing out of her. Klaus grabbed her by her upper arms and shoved her towards Hans, who seized her by the hair and slammed her hard against the wall. Hans grabbed her free wrist and locked the cuff back on it. He threw her to the floor. Diana tried to brace herself, but with her hands behind her back; there was no way of breaking her fall. She twisted as she fell, taking most of the impact on her side. She tried to rise, but Klaus fell on her, pressing her shoulders down against the floor.

Hans had grabbed her ankles, trapping them against his arm and body. He then started to reach for something behind him, she couldn’t see but she recognized the clinking sound of chains. She tried to kick free, but Hans wouldn’t budge. He wrapped the links quickly around each ankle then bound them together. Once she was bound tightly, both men got up and crossed the room; Hans was pulling dragging the bound amazon in tow. Diana struggled but it was no use. Hans took his end of the chain and connected it to an overhead chain with a small hook. Diana’s eyes followed the chain; it ran up through a pulley that was connected to one of the roof beams running down to a spool with a hand crank on it. Hans grabbed the crank and began turning it furiously. For a long minute nothing happened, the sound of the chain moving on the spool filled the room. Suddenly she felt the pull at her ankles. She twisted her ankles trying to slip the chains, but she was tied too well. Her legs were pulled up from the floor in rapid jerks until she was completely off the floor and then she was suspended, twisting like a fish caught on a line. Hans kept cranking until she was about five feet from the floor. Klaus left the room, while Hans found a water hose and connected it to a nearby faucet. Klaus returned carrying a large metal basin, about 2 feet high and positioned it just below Diana’s head. Hans ran the hose over and began to fill the basin. Klaus knelt down, and looked at Diana with a triumphant expression. “Now yor Majesty” he said with barely concealed sarcasm, “I’ll explain what’s going to happen. You are going to service my friend and I to the best of what I expect are your meager abilities. Since you’ve had no carnal knowledge of men this will all be quite new. You are our slave. All you need know is that we expect nothing less than total obedience. Do you understand?” She didn’t make a sound and he realized he forgot about the gag. He grabbed her head, pulling off the tape roughly. Diana was still disoriented from hanging upside down, trying to catch her breath. She shook her head and looked back into Klaus’ pitiless eyes. “I will never serve you, an amazon is no man’s slave!” Klaus laughed, “Oh, I think that will change. Hans.” Suddenly she was falling and there was a loud splash and she was underwater! She realized immediately only her head and shoulder were submerged. She twisted trying to pull her head out of the basin but she couldn’t do it. Water quickly began to rush into her nose and mouth. She thrashed back and forth, splashing water onto the floor. A few seconds later, she felt herself being lifted out of the basin. She coughed and gagged as she was lifted back into her original position. It took several minutes for her to regain her composure, breathing normally. She slowly opened her eyes and she recoiled in horror at the sight before her. Both men had removed their pants, each stroking their large erections. Hera help me, she thought. Klaus moved just in front of her, his member barely an inch in front of her mouth. “Did you enjoy your little dip?” he grinned “Nice and refreshing, I’d wager. You’ve had your bath, slave, now it’s time to perform the first of your duties. You will now suckle your Master’s cock.” Diana was frightened, she’d never seen a man’s penis (except for Trevor’s when he was treated on Paradise Island) and it was intimidating thing to see, especially in her position. She shook her head. “I will not.” Klaus shook his head disapprovingly, like a father with a disobedient child. “As you wish. Hans!” She fell again into the water. She was nearly able to take a breath before she submerged. She stayed under for nearly two minutes before the chain was pulled up. She gagged and coughed, pulling against the handcuffs to no avail. Klaus, clearly enjoying this, taunted “Come now, Princess wouldn’t you rather suck on me than this tub of water? Right now, your throat’s raw and your lungs are burning. All you have to do is surrender and there will be no more pain. Will you submit?” Diana slowly shook her head and Klaus ordered Hans to drop her.

Diana was more prepared this time and held her breath before she was immersed. She once held her breath for twelve minutes back home. But then she had an Amazon’s endurance, not an ordinary woman’s. She stayed still, trying to conserve her energy. Her chest was tightening and her lungs began to burn. She had to endure; she could not let this Nazi bastard beat her. After a few minutes, Klaus realized what she was doing. He punched the suspended woman in her stomach. He could just make out her face beneath the water’s surface and laughed as her mouth opened. He waited another minute than pulled her out again. Again, she choked and gagged. Klaus stared into her eyes, as if searching for something. Diana could barely think, she shook her head from side to side, quietly moaning, “No.” After a long minute, she regained her focus. She tried reasoning with him. “Listen to me, stop this now. I won’t submit and you can’t…” Before she uttered another word, she was falling again. He kept her under for four minutes. She was growing weaker, her head throbbing as she was slowly pulled out. “Ready, now whore?” She had barely shaken her head before she heard the splash and the rush of water. This continued for fifteen minutes and Diana was becoming more desperate with each dunking. She wanted to keep fighting but her will and strength were fading fast. Finally after being pulled from the water for what seemed the hundredth time, she coughed and spat out the water. Once she could breathe normally, she began nodding her head slowly. Klaus knelt down and put his head next to her hers. “Yes, slave, you have something to say to me?” Diana closed her eyes in shame as she replied “Please…no more, I…I…will…do what you ask.” Her tormentor grinned, “And what was that? Say it, I want to hear the words.” Diana exhaled, swallowing hard. “I…will…su..suck your cock.” Klaus caressed her cheek. “Good fraulien, good. Now we understand one another. I shall allow you to grant me the pleasure I so richly deserve.” He held the tip of his member between her closed lips, rubbing it slowly. Diana felt weak and humiliated, she had submitted to the will of a man, a Nazi no less. She silently prayed that her mother and sisters would forgive her for the shameful act she was about to commit. “Open bitch!” Klaus commanded. Slowly she parted her lips and he pushed his cock into her mouth. “Ullphhhh!!” she groaned trying not to choke on the fleshly invader. Klaus pushed his entire length into the warm, wet cave of her mouth, the head pushing against the back of her throat. Grabbing the back of her head with both hands, he pushed her face into his scrotum. Diana closed her eyes, feeling his testicles brush against her nose and eyes. She felt his member fill her mouth, and she nearly gagged. After a long moment, he held her head steady and began to saw his member in and out of her mouth. Diana deciding on a passive defense, keeping her mouth open wide. Klaus felt what she was doing and pulled himself out of her. “Do you take me for a fool, fraulien? You have your orders, get those lips tight against me or it’s back to the tub!” Diana winced at that. He pressed himself past her lips and this time she tightened her lips against him, sucking him hard as he moved in and out. Diana felt debased and humiliated; she kept her eyes closed tight and kept sucking him. After a few minutes, Klaus pushed her off of his member. She opened her eyes to see Hans standing beside him, smiling. “My turn now. Bring her down.”

Klaus went over to the chain crank and released it, sending Diana back into the water. Hans grabbed her lower legs and pulled her out of the basin, twisting her around and pushing her facedown onto the hard concrete floor. Diana coughed and tried to spit out the water as. Klaus released the chain around her ankles. He quickly straddled her lower legs and unlocked the handcuff on her left wrist. Both men moved quickly; Klaus seized her left arm by the wrist and held it behind her back. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling upwards until she was in a kneeling position. She tried to struggle, but she was too weak to stop Hans from grabbing both her arms. Within a matter of seconds, he had handcuffed her wrists in front of her. Klaus tugged her hair, pulling her back against him. He grabbed one of her breasts in his large hand, squeezing it tightly. Hans stood in front of her, the tip of his massive erection barely an inch from her mouth. She paused for a moment, expecting him to shove his cock into her mouth, like Klaus had. When she didn’t move, Hans slapped her hard. “What are waiting for, whore? I don’t work, you do!! Begin!!” Diana felt tears pooling in her eyes but blinked them away.. She leaned forward, opening her mouth. She only took in the head of his cock, slowly sucking it. Klaus was still behind her, both of hands on her breasts, kneading and groping them vigorously. He whispered in her ear, “Now massage his balls.” She reluctantly did as she was told, stroking and squeezing his testicles, causing him moan quietly. “Yes…oh yesss…Now take it all, take it all!” He shifted his hips pushing his throbbing member further into her mouth. Diana tried to move away put Klaus grabbed her head and forced her down further on Hans’ erection. She began to move her head up and down the length of his penis, feeling more and more disgusted. Klaus kept whispering orders into her ear as he molested her breasts. “Use your tongue, stroke him with it.” She began to do so, hoping this ordeal would soon end. Her eyes grew wide when she felt Klaus’ fingers against her crotch. Klaus had his palm tight against her pelvis, his index finger rapidly moving back and forth against her satin shorts. “Mmmmph….Nnhhh…Dnnnnt” she screamed, but Hans’s member stifled her protests. Klaus laughed, “Your mouth may so no, but your body is saying yes. Don’t fight it slave, you will submit to me.” Klaus rubbed even harder, using two fingers. He alternated between stroking her and pushing his fingers against her shorts, pressing against her vaginal lips. Diana closed her eyes, trying to fight against Klaus’ assault on her womanhood. Her mind was reeling; she was being assaulted by these men in both body and soul. But she couldn’t deny the way her body was beginning to react; she felt her vagina become wet under this Nazi’s vile but capable hands. If he kept this up, he would force her to climax, a defeat to terrible to contemplate. You must fight against this, she thought. She could be violated like this. She had to fight! For her mother. For her sisters.

Resolved, Diana knew she’d only have one chance at this. Her hands were still busy fondling Hans’ testicles. She began sucking him even harder, her tongue stroking his member rapidly. Hans was shaking in ecstasy, knowing he was nearing climax. As she did this, she began grinding her pelvis against Klaus’ hand, surprising him. He didn’t think she’d break quite this soon. He leaned close and licked her ear lobe. “You like this, don’t you slave. You’re finally beginning to learn. I think it’s time you truly feel your Master inside you. Get on all fours, now.” He waved to Hans to release her. Hans removed his hand from the top of her hair and Diana moved away from his rigid member but kept her hands on his testicles. Now, she thought. Without warning she gripped Hans’ testicles as hard as she could and pull down hard. “Yeearrgghhh!!!” he screamed, his arms flailing. Diana quickly dropped her hands, grabbing two of Klaus’ probing fingers and bending them back until she heard the sweet snap of breaking bone. “Aggghhhh!! You damned bitch!!!” He cried as he pulled his hand back. Before he could move on her, she suddenly twisted, bringing her elbow up in high arc, catching Klaus right on the nose. Diana rose to her feet the adrenaline pumping through her rapidly. Klaus was on his hands and knees, trying to stop the flow of blood from his nose. “You bastard! How dare you do this to me! You put your filthy maleness in my mouth! You will pay!” She kicked Klaus viciously in his stomach three times, righteous fury in her eyes. She heard Hans coming up behind her; she pivoted and kicked him in the chin. Hans dropped to the floor stunned. She turned to see Klaus crawling towards a nearby table, reaching up for a knife that lay on it. She ran over and kicked him hard in the side, knocking him onto his back. He held his battered midsection, moaning in pain. Diana crouched down straddling his chest. Klaus was breathing hard, the pain in his midsection making it hard to speak. He looked up at her, confusion on his face. “But you..you said…without the belt….you were helpless.” Diana punched him in the face. “That’s not what I said. It’s true that without the belt, I’m not stronger or swifter than any other woman but I am still an Amazon. We are the fiercest warriors on this Earth. We are never helpless.” Diana struck him two more times, wanting to punch his face through the floor. She looked behind her and saw Hans beginning to rise. She looked around the floor and saw Klaus’ knife, picking it up. She leapt up and knelt behind the beaten Klaus. She wrapped her forearm around Klaus neck, and held the knife up near his eye. Hans stopped in his tracks. “Release him you bitch!” Diana smiled, “Oh, I don’t think so. I know this man is your friend. If you want him to live, you will bring my belt here right now!” Hans narrowed his eyes, staring hard into hers. “You are bluffing, you won’t kill him.” Diana suddenly dragged the sharp blade across Klaus’ cheek. “Aggghhh!!” the Nazi screamed, blood pouring out over his mouth and chin. She never broke eye contact with Hans, who was clearly shaken. “I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what I can do. Now get my belt. Now!” Hans stared at her for a full minute then slowly backed out of the room. A long minute passed and Klaus’ moans of pain were the only sound in the room. Diana prayed that Hans hadn’t simply left. These two men appeared to be good friends, hopefully he wouldn’t abandon him.

Her faith in even a Nazi’s human nature paid off as Hans came back into the room carrying her belt. He stopped a few feet away from them. “I have it. Now let him go.” Diana shook her head. “Where are my bracelets and lasso?” “Marcia took them with her.” She looked at him; she didn’t believe he was lying. “Toss the belt to me, then I’ll let him go.” Hans hesitated and Diana brought up the knife to Klaus’ eye. “All right. All right. Here.” He tossed the belt towards her, landing a foot away from her right arm.. She shifted her grip, moving her arm closer to her body, choking Klaus and giving her enough reach to grab the belt. As soon as her fingers made contact with the golden artifact, she felt the power flow back through her body, snapping the handcuff chain with a flick of her wrist. She stood up holding Klaus up by the neck. Hans pleaded, “Please, don’t kill him! We had a deal! Let him go!” “You want him, here!” She threw the beaten man at Hans knocking them both over a table. She quickly secured the belt around her waist and ran over to the two men as they tried to untangle themselves. She picked both of them up and slammed them together, knocking the wind out of them. Diana took up the chain they’d bound her with and tied it around the two Nazi agents. She then turned the crank, raising them above the floor. Klaus and Hans struggled and kicked but there was nothing they could do. Klaus looked down at Diana, who stood with her hands on her hips a look of triumphant satisfaction on her lovely face. Klaus sneered, “This isn’t over bitch! When I get down from here, I’ll teach you to obey your masters!” Diana actually laughed; she couldn’t believe the arrogance of this man! “You are pathetic. For all this talk of the Nazis being the master race, all I’ve seen are a bunch of scared little boys who are so intimidated by women they have to compensate by abusing them. Your vile Reich has no respect for womanhood. That’s why you’ll lose.” Suddenly something struck her hard in the back of the head. She stumbled, falling to her knees. She was too stunned to react when she felt a hand on her back and then on her belt swiftly removing it from her waist. “No!”she cried as she felt the strength instantly fade from her limbs again. She whirled around to face her attacker only to have the heel of a woman’s slam against her temple, stunning her. “And you are overconfident, talking when you should be fighting. That is why you lose, darling.“

Diana looked up at Marcia, who smiled with unrestrained glee. Karl was standing beside her with a steel pipe in his hand. Diana rubbed the back of her head, trying to get her bearings. Marcia folded the golden belt and put it in her coat pocket. “Shame on you Diana, haven’t you heard? Good only triumphs in the movies. Tie her up, Karl. I’ll see to our less than intelligent comrades.” Diana saw him pull out several cords of rope. She couldn’t let him bind her! As he reached towards her, she tried to punch him. She was still dizzy from the blow to the head and her punch came way too high. Karl ducked under it and struck her in the throat with flat of his hand. Diana gagged, unable to breathe. She fell forward, choking. Karl moved swiftly, rolling her onto her stomach. He grabbed her right wrist and forced it behind her back. He looped one end of the rope around it, then seized her other wrist, quickly binding them together. Diana was helpless, barely able to take a breath as her grabbed her left ankle and tied a loop around it. He grabbed the other leg and crossed her ankles, before tying them tightly together. He took his final cord and wrapped it around her waist tying it off to the rope binding her wrists, effectively immobilizing her arms. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her. “You thought you could escape us, woman? Never. You are a prisoner of the Third Reich.” He smiled and ran his hands over the sides of her face and neck, stopping on her breasts. He squeezed them hard, taunting “We own every luscious inch of you.” Marcia slapped him on the back of the head. “Dumpkopf!! Get up!” She shouted, “You are as bad as these two fools.” Klaus and Hans stood just behind Marcia, looking embarrassed. “I told all of you that Wonder Woman was not to be touched. I leave and what do you do? You try to rape her! And then she nearly escapes!” She looked over at Karl who had risen to his feet. “I leave you to secure her, and you paw at her like a Parisian whore! Are all of you idiots incapable of following orders? When we get back to the Fatherland, I will see you all court-martialed!” Klaus was incensed. He strode up to her and looked directly into her eyes. “Listen to me! We may have made some mistakes but there is no way it should cost me or these men our rank!” Klaus looked into her pitiless eyes; it was clear indignation wasn’t going to work. He calmed down and spoke softly, “Commander, please. There’s no reason we can’t forget about all this. No harm has been done.” Marcia shook her head, unimpressed. “You are an insubordinate ass. You’ve challenged my authority at every turn and encouraged these idiots to do the same. Now, I’ve made two great accomplishments: the capture of the bomb site plans and this new asset” she said pointing at the bound Diana. “We’ll be leaving in two hours and once we reach home, you three will be lucky to guard a latrine in Dussledorf.” She turned away from the three men dismissively. Klaus was stunned, knowing how true her words were. But then an idea came to mind. He considered quickly and his dismayed expression gave way to a self-satisfied smile. He walked up to Marcia, tapping her on the shoulder. “I’m sorry you feel that way commander, but may I ask a question?” his formality had surprised her but she nodded. “You and Karl met your contact and received the final details of the pickup, correct?” Marcia, exasperated, nodded. “Yes, near the Lakeland piers just west of Northfolk. Why do you ask?” “Well if the three of us” he spread his hands to indicate Karl and Hans, “know where the pickup location is and when it will occur, why exactly do we need you?”

Marcia looked into his cold, pitiless eyes and instantly recognized her error. She reached into her coat pocket for the gun she kept there but Klaus was faster, seizing her wrist with his good hand and squeezing tight. “Agghhh!” she cried as he pulled her wrist up and away from her coat. Klaus looked at Hans over his shoulder. “Get the gun!” Hans quickly removed the pistol and then stood beside Klaus, asking “What are you doing? She’s the mission commander!” Marcia tried to strike Klaus but he easily blocked it with his forearm. “Listen to me!” he said to both of his comrades. “This bitch is ready and willing to burn our careers to the proverbial ground.” He looked at the two men and saw agreement flashing in them. “But if she were to die here, say shot to death by some Amerikaner agent, who will question it? There’s no reason why her accomplishments can’t be ours. No one will even remember her. We however will become the greatest heroes the Reich has ever known. So are you with me?” Hans quickly nodded; he had known Klaus for five years and was content to follow his lead. “Karl?” he asked. Karl didn’t have any relationship with Klaus. He was loyal to authority but ambitious. Klaus had calculated that what he said about power and glory would sway the younger man. He was gratified to see Karl nod. “I’m in, but I have a condition.” Klaus looked surprised. “What do you want?” He knelt down and pulled Diana’s hair, lifting her head and chest from the floor. “I get to take the Amazon’s cunt first.” Klaus didn’t like it, but what did it matter, they would all partake of her. He quickly nodded his agreement. Marcia struggled against Klaus’ iron grip on her wrist, but to no avail. “You bastards! You can’t do this. This is my operation!” Karl grabbed her other wrist, he winced in pain as he put pressure on his broken fingers. “No Marcia, it was your operation. I had to take over after your untimely demise.” He smiled for a moment, before suddenly slamming his forehead up against hers. She yelped in pain and staggered back, tripping over the bound Wonder Woman. “All right gentlemen, what say we have a little fun with our great commander?” Karl began pulling Diana back towards him. “You two do that. But I still need to show this whore her place.”

Klaus pulled off Marcia’s coat roughly, revealing the simple blouse and skirt she wore. She tried to pull away from him but his grip on her arm was like a vise. Hans grabbed her other arm, pulling it hard behind her back. He pulled it upward, causing her to grunt in pain. He leaned forward until his lips were right next to her ear, whispering “Now be a good little girl and obey us. You will do this, won’t you?” He twisted her arm again. She screeched in pain “Aghhh! Yes..yes damn you.” Hans produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly snapped them on her wrists. Marcia pulled at them futilely, wondering how she could turn the situation around. Klaus grabbed her by the collar of her blouse tearing off the first few buttons. “Now mein commander, I think you owe us a special treat. On your knees please. Marcia stared at him coldly for a few seconds then did as she was told. Both men removed their pants their large erections pointed near her face. “Yes, commander.” Hans smiled as he pressed himself against her cheek. “Time for you to service your staff.” Both men laughed as Marcia looked from one to the other. She closed her eyes, and began shaking her head. “No! I will not…debase myself like this! Kill me if you will but I will never put your filthy penises in my mouth! Never!” Klaus was enraged, “Oh yes you will bitch!” His hand rose to strike her, but Hans suddenly caught it. “What are you doing Hans?” Hans smiled, “There is no need to beat her into submission. There is a far easier way.” Klaus looked confused, but suddenly he understood. Hans walked over to Marcia’s briefcase and opened it. He removed the golden lasso and walked backed over to Klaus and Marcia. She looked at the golden cord in horror. “No, you can’t do this. Please! Stop!” Hans ignored her as he threw a loop over her head and pulled it taut against her neck. Marcia felt the all too familiar feeling of her will fleeing as the lasso touched her skin. Klaus took the free end of the lasso from Hans. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Now Commander, you will pleasure us with your mouth like the whore you are. I command you to suck us off and don’t even consider biting us. Do you understand?” Marcia instantly nodded, the compulsion to obey too strong to resist. She started licking the full length of Hans’ cock, wanting to gag at his foul taste. After a few seconds, she began to suck Hans, running her lips down the full length of his member. She alternated between licking and sucking each man, both groaning in pleasure, enjoying how far they’d brought her down. A tear ran down her eye as she sucked hard on Klaus, wishing she could just bite down and end this, knowing she couldn’t. In her peripheral vision she saw Karl begin to molest Wonder Woman. She suddenly wished the costumed heroine could save her, but she knew it was a foolish thought.

“Wonder Woman! The most powerful woman in the world! Amazon princess!” Karl straddled Diana’s midsection slapping her face repeatedly. Bound as she was, Diana couldn’t defend herself. She tried to twist him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “You listen now, whore. You’re nothing but three holes for your master to use. Understand?” Diana gritted her teeth, trying to block the pain from his punches. He reached forward and grabbed the top edge of her costume. He pulled it down roughly, exposing her full breasts. Karl paused, stunned by the tight, perfectly round breasts, topped with erect nipples just begging to be sucked. He shifted position, lying down beside her on his side. He clutched her left breast his hand and squeezed it, bringing the nipple up to his mouth. He began sucking at the nipple, stroking it with his tongue. “Agghhhh! Get off me!” Diana struggled, trying to twist away. Karl threw a short jab, catching her in the chin. “You can’t stop me slut, now lie back and enjoy this!” His other hand roved down her stomach and crotch, his fingers pressing against her vagina. Karl smiled, feeling the warmth of her against the satin shorts. Diana strained against the ropes on her wrists, but she was bound too well. She was trying hard to resist, but between his mouth and his probing fingers, she could feel the pleasure starting to overtake her. He stopped his oral molestation suddenly, sliding down to her legs. He pulled a small knife from his pocket and cut her ankles free. Diana kept her legs together, trying to protect herself. Karl was not to be deterred, putting his knife up near her breast, the sharp blade right beside her nipple. “Spread your legs, or you will bleed.” Diana slowly complied, opening her legs. He put the palms of his hands on the inner thigh of both legs, stroking them. He worked his thumbs under the leg openings of her shorts and rubbed her labia, stroking it up and down. Diana began to slowly moan, ashamed at the pleasure she was feeling from his molestation. After a few minutes, he decided the foreplay was over. He worked two fingers inside her shorts pulling them away from her body. He took his knife and sliced the satin with one stroke, exposing her wet vagina. “Your cunt is nice and wet, let’s see how it tastes.” Karl held her inner thighs apart and began stroking labia with his tongue, licking her engorged clit. “Ahhh…Ahhh…no…don’t…you… can’t” Diana was reeling from the stimulation. Her legs began to twitch uncontrollably. Karl moved expertly, determined to batter the amazon’s will by mastering her body. He could feel her yield as he thrust his tongue into her hot snatch. He lifted his head, glancing at her face. Her eyes were closed, biting her upper lip, moaning softly. She was his, he thought, time to break her. He began to slide his pants down.

Marcia began furiously stroking Hans’ member with her tongue, trying to bring him off rapidly. She knew if she could, she’d only have Klaus to deal with. Klaus had different plans. “Stop sucking him.” He commanded. Marcia obeyed instantly moving away from his throbbing cock. Hans looked disappointed. “Why did you do that?” “You were about to explode boy, and I don’t want to deprive you of being inside this bitch. Come, bring her over here.” The trio walked over to a nearby table. Hans savagely ripped away her clothing and both men took a moment to admire her taut body. She was no Wonder Woman but she was quite fit. Klaus sat on the end of the table, propping himself up by his forearms. His erection was pointing straight up, twitching slightly. Marcia stood facing him, Hans right behind her. Klaus looked into Marcia eyes. “Come here and ride me whore, now!” Marcia walked over and squatted, lowering herself slowly. She winced as she felt the head of his member begin to penetrate her. Hans put his hands on her shoulders and pressed down, Klaus’ erection quickly filling her to the hilt. The pain was excruciating. “No! Aggghh!! It hurts!” Klaus laughed, “You can take it Marcia, surely I’m not as large as Major Trevor. Now get moving. Marcia planted her feet on the floor and lifted herself until only half of him was still inside. She dropped down, filling herself again. She kept doing this, eventually establishing a rhythm. Klaus started breathing hard, her snatch was extremely tight! He commanded her breathlessly “F..faster, whore! Go faster!!” Marcia tried, but with her hands bound it was becoming difficult to keep her balance. Hans grabbed her waist with both hands, keeping her steady. “Stop moving.” Klaus commanded suddenly. She was fully impaled on him, sweat dripping from her body. Hans put his hands on Marcia tight ass, forcing her cheeks apart. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. “No, please! You can’t do this to me! It’s not..aahhhh!” She screamed as he forced his index finger into her anus, twisting it around. Klaus rose up and slapped her face. “You don’t give orders anymore woman! You are our whore to use and abuse as we see fit. Now I command you not to resist! Relax and let it happen.” She felt the power of the lasso overwhelm her again as she felt Hans finger come out of her ass. Her respite was short lived as she felt the head of his member press hard against her anal ring. She tried to clench her muscles, but the lasso prevented her from doing so. Hans brutally shoved himself in, pressing several inches into her. “Aaaaggghhhh!!!” she screamed as he thrust himself into her repeatedly, going in a little deeper each time. Klaus reached up and clutched her breasts, twisting her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Please, don’t do this!” Diana pleaded, trying to twist free of Karl, who knelt between her spread legs. He had lifted her right leg, draping it over his shoulder. He held his thick erection in front of her spread vagina, rubbing the head against her labia. Bound as she was, there was nothing she could do. He rubbed his length against her, the heat coming from her sweet slit making him harder than iron. He stared into her pleading eyes, the fear he saw energizing him. “Oh, I’m afraid I have to, fraulien. Remember this moment; this is what happens to all women who forget their place.” He smiled then thrust himself inside her. “Aggghhhhh!!!” she howled as she felt him invade her most sacred of treasures. He laughed at her pain and humiliation and swore to make her feel more. He dropped her leg from his shoulder and began sawing in and out of her, slowly withdrawing and advancing into her warm, tight box. Diana closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head. “Please…Hera help me…Don’t let this happen…not to me.” Hearing her pleas, Karl laughed. “Prayers are the refuge of the weak, girl. I am your god now.” He reached down grabbed her legs just above the knee lifting her off the ground. Karl thrust forward, fully inserted into her. Diana moaned, her shoulders against the floor, her fists balled impotently pulling against the ropes. She could feel the pressure building in her loins, the climax that would complete her defeat at the hands of these evil men. She kicked her legs, desperately trying to free herself from her rapist. Karl laughed, “Oh no, you can’t get away whore. You are mine now.” As the tears flowed freely down her cheeks, Diana feared just how true that could be.

“No more, please. I’m begging you.” Marcia was frantic, the two huge members filling her was more than she could take. She was leaning against Hans, who stood behind her. He wrapped his thick arms around her midsection keeping her tightly against him. His massive cock still impaled her tight ass and her struggles only enhanced his pleasure. Klaus was also standing, both of Marcia legs draped over his shoulder. He was pounding his erection into her battered vagina, each thrust breaking another piece of her will. “No, no, no commander. Your punishment is not over yet.” He released the lasso, freeing the battered woman from its compulsion. He stared at her, eyes locked on hers. “You have your free will again. And with that free will, you will say I’m a little slut.” Marcia met his gaze, defiance in her eyes. “No, I won’t.” Klaus’ eyes narrowed. “Yes you will, bitch!” He withdrew almost all the way out of her then with a single savage thrust, shoved himself all the way back in. “Agghhhh!” she screamed, reeling with pain. “Now you will say it! Say it” He kept this deliberate pace for a few seconds then he looked into her eyes, which had begun to glaze over. He grabbed her chin and shook her head. “Say it!” Marcia blinked away tears and slowly said “I…I…am…a…little…s…slut.” Klaus laughed, knowing he had broken her. Both men turned as the heard Wonder Woman scream as Karl mercilessly pounded her. Hans looked at his friend. “Finish this whore off, Klaus. I want to take that Amazon bitch.” Klaus nodded in agreement, lifting Marcia off Hans, who strode over to Karl. Klaus spun her around and slammed hard on the table. He leaned down against her and licked her nipple. “Just you and me now darling.” Marcia screamed again as Klaus sucked on her nipple, praying for this ordeal to end.

Diana was reeling; the relentless pounding she was taking was wearing her down. Eyes closed, she was trying to resist her impending orgasm. Can’t let him win! She tried to focus, regain control over herself. Suddenly she felt a weight on her chest. She opened her eyes and saw Hans above her, his massive erection just above her nose. “Hello girl. I’ve got a job for you. I’ve had my cock up Marcia’s ass for the last few minutes. I need to be cleaned. Open your mouth.” Diana kept her mouth shut; she wouldn’t let him violate her again. Realizing she wouldn’t cooperate, Hans looked over his shoulder. “I’m afraid this little slut needs to be motivated, Karl.” Karl nodded, “No problem, Hans.” He reached down, and gripped some of her pubic hair and pulled roughly, tearing some away. “Aggghhhulllppppp” She screamed in pain, only to gag as Hans shoved his length into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled lifting her head off the floor. “Now clean me bitch! And don’t think of biting me or I’ll cut off Trevor’s cock and shove it down your throat!” Diana knew she had no choice. She tightened her lips and began moving up and down his shaft. Karl kept thrusting hard into her, feeling his own orgasm rising. He wanted to make her climax to truly seal his triumph over her. She heard him moan against Hans cock and laughed. Diana was nearly over the edge, twisting and struggling between the two massive members that trapped her. Karl thrust frantically as her felt his cock begin to spasm. “Come you bitch, come!!” he demanded, but it was too late. He felt his seed explode into her womb. “Nnhhh!!!” Diana moaned feeling completely violated. Hans held her head in both hands and sawed his cock into her mouth. Karl pulled his deflated member from her, cursing “Damn it!” Hans laughed, “Don’t worry, my friend. I’ll finish what you started. Go get Trevor, I’m sure he’d like to see his precious Wonder Woman.” Karl nodded, grabbing his pants and leaving the room. Hans roughly pulled out of Diana’s mouth, knocking her head against the floor. “Now, bitch. You’ve had the boy, now you’ll take the man.”

Karl opened the closet and approached the seated Trevor, his head still against his chest. That was odd, he thought, Hans didn’t say he’d knocked Trevor out when he’d put him in here. Standing in front of the seated man, Karl leaned forward and shook his shoulder. “Bad news, Stevie. You just missed me hump you big breasted whore! Made that slut come twice, Major. You really should’ve. I fucked that Wonder Woman real good..” He didn’t move. Karl had both arms on his shoulders and shook him violently. “Get up you Amerikaner bastard! Get aggghh!” Suddenly he felt something sharp strike his chest. He looked down and saw a jagged piece of glass sticking out of his chest. He also saw Trevor looking up at him, eyes narrowed. “You’re the only one who’s fucked boy.” Trevor stood and wrapped his arm around Karl’s throat. He put his other hand over his mouth, gagging him. He suddenly twisted violently, snapping the young man’s neck. He let the dead man fall to the floor. The glass shard from the broken beer bottle still stuck in his chest. Trevor took the pistol out of Karl’s pocket and left the room.

Klaus had removed the handcuffs from Marcia, holding Diana’s lasso tight against her neck. He was lying on the table, his lower legs hanging from the edge. Marcia was straddling him, her hands on her shoulders. “Faster, cunt. Move faster. Under the lasso compulsion, she was forced to raise and lower herself onto his rock hard erection. Klaus threw his head back and laughed. What a wonderful tool the amazon’s lasso was. He enjoyed breaking a woman’s will, supplanting their will with his. This produced the same effect without the effort. He was looking forward to using it on Wonder Woman many times on the voyage to the Fatherland. He could feel Marcia’s body tense, knowing her climax was imminent. “Don’t move!” he commanded. Marcia stopped, completely paralyzed. He rose up, wrapping his arms around his former commander. He bent his legs, thrusting rapidly into her. Marcia tensed, trying to fight the oncoming orgasm, but could do nothing. “Ohhh…ohhh….Agghhhhh!” she cried, as her body spasmed. Klaus moaned as he felt her vaginal walls squeeze tighten against him. He felt himself release but kept thrusting, pumping his seed into her. “Very good whore.” He said pushing her off him and sitting up with one motion. “Come here and kneel down.”, tugging at the lasso. She quickly complied. “Now clean your master, slut. And hurry, you don’t have much time.” He said, looking over at the far end of the table. Marcia followed his gaze, seeing his pistol there. The power of the lasso ripped through her and she grabbed his softening cock and opened her mouth.

“You are a wonder, woman.” Hans laughed. Both of them were on their knees, Hans behind her. Diana’s breasts were pressed against the floor, her hands still tightly bound behind her. Hans held her waist, pushing his massive cock in her wet slit. Diana winced in pain, Hans was much longer and wider than Karl. Hans closed his eyes lost in the pleasure of her very tight snatch. “I may be the second man to take you, but I’ll definitely be the biggest. Now scream for me bitch!” He thrust hard, trying to press her into the floor. “Aaagggghhh!! Please…Stop!!!” She felt her orgasm build up again, every thrust pushing her over the edge. Hans reached forward, grabbing her upper arms, pulling her backwards. “Understand this, bitch. You aren’t a hero, or a princess. You are a whore, a servant slut to the Third Reich! We are you masters!” He swiftly withdrew and thrust back in as hard as he could. Diana exploded, her vagina clenched and she came, an ear splitting scream filling the room. “Diana body twitched, still impaled on Hans’ massive member. Diana cried, “Mother, I’m so sorry. I have failed you.” Hans laughed, “Yes, you have fraulien. And all your people will soon know that you broke under our heel.” “I don’t think so.” Hans whirled at the voice coming from behind him. “You!” he shouted, beginning to rise. “Me.” Trevor said, just before he shot him.

Klaus had closed his eyes, enjoying Marcia’s lovely mouth. He’d heard Wonder Woman’s screams as Hans raped her, but didn’t open his eyes. But the gunshot had received his full attention. He rose, releasing the lasso looking at Trevor in amazement. He looked around for his gun. Marcia suddenly felt the compulsion to suck Klaus evaporate. Her will was her own again. She was free and angry. She bit down hard on Klaus cock. “Arrgggghhh!! Stop it, you bitch!” He grabbed her with both hands trying to pull her off. Marcia wrapped her arms around her waist, holding him tightly as she ground her teeth into him. Klaus kept wailing and swept his hand against the table, finally finding the gun. He wrapped his fingers around the cold metal. Put the barrel up against Marcia’s temple and fired. Her mouth opened and her body slipped down to the floor. Klaus gingerly touched his mutilated member. He looked over at Trevor who trained his weapon at him. Klaus dropped the gun and raised his hand. “I surrender…Major. I need a hospital, please.” Trevor smiled. “I don’t think so.” He raised his gun and shot Klaus between the eyes. Klaus stood for several seconds before dropping to floor, falling over Marcia’s lifeless body. Trevor walked over and looked down at the two dead Nazis. “Good riddance.” Trevor said, spitting on them. He walked back to Wonder Woman, who had rolled onto her side. Her arms were still bound and she had curled into a fetal position, quietly sobbing. He knelt down beside the trembling woman, Hans’ blood still splattered over her back. It only took a few seconds to untie her. He got his arm around her and held her tightly, letting her wail and cry for several long minutes. She got to her feet, leaning on Trevor. “Are you all right?” he asked. She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I…I will be. I need her coat.” He saw Marcia’s coat on the floor and picked it up. He handed it to her and Diana began going through the pockets quickly producing her golden belt. She placed it on her waist and though she felt the power flood back into her limbs she still felt weak, the memory of her violation so fresh and raw. They began to search the rest of the building and quickly found the bombsite plans and more importantly, her bracelets and tiara. Steve removed her lasso from Marcia’s corpse and cleaned it in the sink. Diana stood behind him and asked, “What happens now?” He turned to face her. I’ll call the authorities and have their U-boat intercepted. I can have this cleaned up so you won’t be involved.” Diana nodded. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “What will you do now?” Diana looked down, shaking her head. “I failed. I was taken prisoner by men who defiled me. I couldn’t save myself or you. I must return home.” Trevor shook his head, “You can’t do that! You’ve got to stay! We all go through hard times. We all make mistakes. You saved me and I saved you. This country needs you.” Trevor lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I need you.” They embraced. Diana was humbled by his words. “Well, if I’m to stay here, I need to find some way of living in Man’s world.” Steve smiled, “Let me worry about that.”

A week later – Office of the War Department

“Are you sure you’re ready to come by to work Steve?” General Blankenship asked. Trevor stood at attention in front of the General’s desk. “Yes, sir. The doctors at Walter Reed gave me a clean bill of health. Besides, I can’t do any good to this country lying in a bed.” Blankenship nodded. “All right, now what’s this requisition you filed yesterday?”

“I need a new secretary now that Marcia’s…gone.” Neither man wanted to discuss how they’d been duped by the Nazi spy. Blankenship nodded thoughtfully. “I’m glad you’ve decided to select someone in the military. I never liked having civilians in this office. This Yeoman is highly qualified, types 90 words a minute. I’ll approve her transfer immediately.” Trevor smiled, “She’s outside now, speaking with Etta. Would you like to meet her?” “Of course.” The general smiled rising from his chair. The two men walked out of the office where Etta stood over a young woman sitting at the desk, typing rapidly. “Wow, you are really fast!” Etta said, patting the woman’s shoulder. Both women, noticed Trevor and the General and rose to their feet. Diana saluted and shook the general’s hand. “Yeoman Diana Prince. Pleased to meet you General. Blankenship nodded. She was tall and appeared fit, but with her horned rimmed glasses and severe hairstyle along with the shapeless navy blue uniform gave her a most dowdy appearance. “The General’s approved your transfer. You’ll start tomorrow morning Yeoman.” Diana smiled. “Yes, sir. Thank you sir.” She shook their hands vigorously. Blankenship nodded. “Look forward to working with you Yeoman. Etta come into my office, I need you to take some dictation.” Etta grabbed a notepad and followed him into the office.” Diana removed her glasses. “These are going to take some getting used to. I can’t believe you got this arranged so fast.” Steve smiled, “I told you it was no problem.” Steve had known several people in high places in all branches of the armed services, many of whom had owed him a favor. It took some doing but he’d found a list of female officers who had died at Pearl Harbor. Looking through the files he’d found one who’d bore more than a passing resemblance to Diana. Using a less than scrupulous contact in the intelligence service, he’d gotten new papers created for “Diana Prince.” Now, Wonder Woman would always know what threats needed her attention. Steve looked into her eyes, even with her disguise; she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Let’s go to lunch, Yeoman. I’m afraid I’m going to work you very hard tomorrow.” Diana smiled and whispered to him as the walked out the door, “I’m going to work you even harder tonight.”

THE END