Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter One
Come, my little slut, Valdez was saying quietly. Show me
again the wonders, he paused, of your talents.
Wonder Woman flushed. Fear caused sweat to roll down her shoulders and form
on her palms.
Put your mouth again around me, fondle me with your tongue, press your
delicate fingers into my balls. Do all the things you have done
sowonderfully. For you seem to be so appropriately named, Wonder Woman.
Come, my little slut, come to me and display your wonders: your beautiful
breasts, so firm, yet so giving; your mouth, so talented; your toit, so
sweet-smelling and ever remaining tight. You are truly a wonder: a goddess
by your beauty and strength; a mere girl by your innocence and fragility;
and a true woman, for I have experienced you, I have known you, as only a
real man can know a woman.
Wonder Womans breathing became shallower as Valdez humiliated her in
front of the other men, recounting the smallest details of his rape, her
degradation. She felt the weakness slowly spread from her chest and
shoulders.
Come, my little slut. Show me again the ecstasy you alone seem able
to bring to anyto everyman. The silken skin of your belly,
wet with our mixed sweat; your muscular thighs, wrapped around my waist,
holding me to you as our bodies join in bliss; your lips, soft on my own
or wrapped around me, engaging my prick. Come, Wonder Woman, my little slut.
Show us the sluttish talents that make you every mans fantasy. Show
me again the sluttish talents that make you my slut.
Wonder Womans throat was already dry and her voice came out of the
darkness as a harsh whisper. Imnot aslut. She
was sweating heavily now.
Oh, but you are, Valdez continued, his voice never rising above
the quiet level at which it had started. You have performed well for
me. And he began again, describing, in intimate detail, her disgrace.
I remember how your hands, how your soft hands, slowly and exquisitely
brushed from my balls upward and across my stomach as you sucked my cock,
Wonder Woman. I remember taking one of them and guiding it to my ass, and
how delicatelyand expertlyyou pushed your finger into me, heightening
my sensual pinnacle. I remember how, your mouth filled with my cum, you fell
on your back and spread your legs for my friend and me. I remember your whorish
moans, how your sensuality filled your voice with a cry for pity, and you
drove us to unimagined heights of rapture. I lay on top of your strong and
supple body, and yet it was you who drove your mouth against mine; your tongue
pressed so deeply into my mouth that you explored to entire geography of
the roof of my mouth with it. You were still, almost completely still, as
you lay beneath me. I felt the pressure of your mouth against mine, and I
felt the circular movement of your hips. Even pressed against the floor,
they moved round and round, in small circles, taking me with them. Then they
moved up and down, and in and out, and then back to circles again. Truly,
your abilities to tantalise a male, to drive a man to sexual fulfillment,
to harden me and to keep me there, all of these talents are those of a slut.
Do you remember the demand that you keep me erect for ten minutes without
cumming? You did that, and so much more.
Suddenly, she saw his right fist flash out, catching the Champion square
on the jaw. She fell heavily against the wall next to the door and slid to
the floor, stunned, but not unconscious. The huge Cuban pounced on the figure
and wrapped his mammoth hand around her bustier, holding it between her ample
breasts. He pulled her up to a sitting position. He punched her twice more,
the savagery of the blows echoing in her
head. She slipped to the floorboards, unmoving. When he removed
his hand from her cleavage, it was covered with her sweat. Valdez paused
and brought it up to his face, sniffing her odor, and, in doing so, catching
his breath. He briefly stared down at her before gently lifting her to her
feet.
Her entire body shone with a coating of sweat. Portions of red satin just
below her breasts were stained a deeper colour. So were the upper limits
of the back of the bustier, where rivulets of perspiration still ran all
the way from her shoulders. The blue satin of her tights was almost completely
stained a darker blue, front and rear, the white stars standing out now in
sharper contrast with the richer, bluer hue. Her deep blue eyes were closed,
beads of sweat surrounding them on her forehead, on her models cheekbones,
even on the straight bridge of her nose. The nostrils flared widely as her
breathing came shallowly, but rapidly. Her mouth was open slightly and her
white teeth glistened. The pink of her perfectly formed aureoles peeked over
the top of the stained red satin. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, useless,
seemingly weighed down by the Amazon bracelets at her wrists. The red leather
of her boots glistened, and the leather itself complained softly as she slowly
walked into the darkness, supported by the huge Cuban.
*****
Wha-what are you going to do with me? Wonder Woman was barely
audible as she regained consciousness. Her hands found a steel collar enclosed
her throat. Without effect, her fingers tugged at the ring. Failing, they
fell weakly back to the bed.
Quiet, you bitch! Valdez ordered firmly.
Wonder Woman watched helplessly, unmoving, as Valdez raised a leather whip.
She stared as the giant brought it down with unrestrained force just below
her diaphragm.
He stepped toward her and took hold of the golden belt that hung askew around
her waist. He twisted it so that the clasps, which were usually against her
back, faced him. He easily took them apart and pulled the glistening belt
from her. He slipped the lasso from its place and set it on the night
table.
Please, no, she whispered.
*****
Diana awoke as Penelopes tight grip on her shoulder and frenzied shaking
of her bedmate finally cut through the nightmare. Her eyes refused to open
as if afraid that the images of the dream would not give way to the darkness
of the bedroom.
Dianas mumbling had grown louder as she had relived, yet again for
perhaps the third time on this night, the experience of her defeat and
humiliation. The frantic sounds that arose from the nightmare had awakened
Penelope and the struggles of the Champion of All Women against her huge
Cuban tormentor had shaken the bed.
Penelope felt the clamminess of her partners skin against the palm
of her hand. As she peered toward the face of her lover, she could tell,
even in the dark, that rivulets of sweat were pouring down her face and neck,
and that once again Wonder Womans most recent brush with death was
exerting its influence on her efforts to refresh herself with sleep.
Please tell me about what happened, Diana, the blonde said. She
looked over at the luminous clock face beside the bed. It was almost 3.15.
Sometimes you cant internalise these things. I cant do
anything about what happened, but if you share the burden
Tears welled up in the Amazon Princess eyes, finally overflowing and
pouring down her face. Her shoulders shook violently as she sobbed, recalling
the humiliation. Oh, dear Penelope. She embraced her roommate,
pulling herself toward her friend. There are simply some things that
I cant tell you, she said slowly, but then she hurried on, I
cant tell anyone these things. Its a part of my life as a
representative of the Amazon culture in Mans world. Many, maybe even
most, Men are comingslowlyto recognise that my message is valid
and meaningful. But there are those who are frightened by the Change that
that message represents. These Men allow Evil to rule them, and they strike
out at that which they cant control.
Penelope wrapped her arms around Wonder Woman and the two bodies slowly lowered
to the sheets. I know that youve been raped before, remember?
I was a witness to what happened when you fell into the hands of Kanes
troops. I even saw the result of what happened to you at the Senators
house.
And you offered to help me, putting yourself in jeopardy. Thats
why I cant tell you. You would likely place yourself in harms
way. She pulled the blonde closer to her. I couldnt bear
the thought that I would be responsible for anything happening to
you.
The women kissed, Dianas passion seizing her as she crushed her
bedmates body in her smooth but powerful arms. Fearful of hurting Penelope,
she immediately released her grip, but then quickly embraced her again.
Dont leave me, Diana whispered.
Never, Penelope said, smiling in the darkness. She pressed her
lips to Dianas. Then she kissed her cheeks, the bridge of her nose,
her eyes, and her forehead. Each successive kiss was a little longer, a little
more passionate, and when she had delivered the last one, Penelope wrapped
her arms in an embrace around her lovers neck, pressing Dianas
face into her chest.
Immediately, Penelope felt Dianas lips and tongue wrap themselves around
her nipple. When the Princess nibbled at that sensitive peak, her emotions
soared, and she pushed herself at the Amazon. Oh, Diana, she
whispered. The athletic blonde arched her back and neck; Dianas licking
of the light brown node penetrated all the way to her spine. Her roommates
fingers played around her sex organs, and the long fingernails brushed sensuously
across the opening, until, finally, two of them wriggled past the inviting
entrance.
The Amazons mouth clung to the ample breast of her bedmate, tongue
lapping and lashing the hardening nipple, her teeth playfully nibbling the
marble-like tip. When she heard Penelope begin to groan, ecstasy rushed through
her and her fingers began to seek her friends interior. She could smell
the intermingling of their sweat and the odor acted as an aphrodisiac; like
a pheromone it pulled the two bodies
closer together until they were a tangling, intertwining mass of limbs and
moans.
Dianas fingers penetrated Penelopes vagina, circling the mouth
of the blondes sex, alternately stroking the lip on her entrance and
pressing into the inviting cavern. Then, once she was inside, the circles
continued, pressing harder and harder against the soft tissue, moving inexorably
toward the athletic blondes G-spot. She felt when Penelopes honey
began to flow, barely noticeable at first. As soon as it touched her fingertips,
the heroine removed her fingers and brought the tangy digits to her face.
The familiar odor of Penelopes sex wafted into Dianas nose. But
the familiarity only raised her sexual tension even higher. She licked her
fingertips and then moved the hand back to her bedmates
entrance.
Penelope reached her lips down toward the side of Dianas head, her
lips and tongue penetrating the long black tresses that were so well known
as Wonder Womans crowning glory, searching for her ear. Eventually
she reached her goal, and her tongue swept out tiny circles as the girl
penetrated the canal. The two women held one another in an embrace that strained
both of their remarkable physical attributes.
Talk to me. Please, Diana, the Princess heard her friend whisper.
One of the blondes hands found Wonder Womans awesome buttocks
and one of her fingers crept toward the hole that was concealed by those
perfect and muscular semicircles. Penelopes expert tongue coupled with
a delicious nibbling of her ear, and at the same time the surprising, dexterous,
and equally proficient digits breached her rears defenses; Wonder
Womans powerful body suddenly went limp in Penelopes
arms.
Talk to me. Please.
I
I cant
tell you about it. Its
too
terrible.
You have to share both the good and the bad. You tell me only the
good.
Diana had long known that her relationship with Penelope would depend on
what she did in the next few moments. She knew that this confrontation would
eventually come. She had hoped that more than a few months would have passed
since they had first moved in together. Would her friend be ready for what
must follow?
You know why I am here, why I left Paradise Island. The Amazon
heroine heaved a sigh of resignation, and her reluctance to confide in her
friend melted away with the sigh.
Yes, weve talked many times about your mission, Penelope
said softly, relaxing her embrace and allowing the two women to get more
comfortable. Then they were lying side by side on the large bed. The young
blonde girl kept her arm behind her friends shoulders to provide continued
assurance of her support as the Champion of All Women told her some of the
unspeakable evils that been done to her since her arrival in Mans
World.
She heard of rapes and attempted rapes and humiliations beyond comprehension.
She heard for the first time of Dr. Psycho, the malignant dwarf from World
War II-era America, who made it his personal crusade to destroy the Amazon
in order to avenge himself on all the women in his past who had hurt or rejected
him. She heard about what really happened when the Nazis captured Wonder
Woman for the first time and she was taken to Schloss Stoessel, where she
was interrogated and tortured. The truth was very much at odds with the official
version that declared that the Amazon had escaped unscathed from her
captors.
Penelope learned of other opponents, like Fausta, the powerful Nazi superwoman
who captured her, but who, as a result of the efforts of Wonder Woman, was
later turned into a reliable agent operating in Europe, until her capture
and death by torture at the hands of her former Nazi comrades; and Angleman,
the mysterious and wealthy supercriminal, who apparently had access to many
of those secrets uncovered during the Nazi interrogation, and who sold some
of them to the American underworld. His aim seemed to be to reduce the Amazon
Princess to a mere whore who obeyed his slightest command.
Each of the examples included details of rape, degradation, and mens
diabolical search for a means to destroy the force for Good that Wonder Woman
represented. Each of time Wonder Woman fell into the hands of her enemies,
whether she was sexually assaulted or no, it seemed that the ultimate goal
was not the sexfor that was only a symbol of a mans domination
of the ultimate Womanbut the disgrace and the visible shaming of Wonder
Woman.
Penelope opened her mouth to speak, and then quickly shut it again, for she
couldnt quite form the question that the tale raised. Diana turned
slightly on the bed. What is it? she asked.
I know that if I were to ask, Why, then, do you continue?
you would return to the urgency of your mission, Penelope began, forming
her words carefully. But
but I have to
ask: If the attacks on you are
so sexual in nature, why not defuse that element? Have you thought
about making yourself less of a sexual object?
Diana turned so that she was now resting her head on Penelopes stomach.
She brought her arm around and gently brushed her blonde friends side
with her hand. For her part, Penelope brought her free arm to the one that
remained around Dianas shoulders and held the Champion in a loose embrace.
You mean my costume.
When I first arrived in America, she was involved in a great war with
the enemies of freedom. In 1942, she had suffered the greatest military disaster
in her history at Pearl Harbor, a disaster from which she would not recover
for many years. The costume I wore symbolised many things: of course the
colours were those of the American flag and were designed to inspire that
generation to rise from their defeat to take on the forces of
tyranny.
It was a different generation, a different time. When I arrived from
Paradise Island, it is true that my uniform made men turn their heads, perhaps
even filled them with desire. But most men, at least publicly, were restrained
by their civil nature. By this time the Amazon Princess voice
was more distant, more thoughtful. Penelope believed that she was, maybe
for the first time, actually articulating her ideas about the changes she
had seen in her many years in America.
To that generation fighting in the great World War II, the symbols
of America were to be honoured simply because they were symbols of America.
Theres something of the Romans in that kind of unquestioning reverence.
I was able to move comfortably in American society and do my part without
fearing for my safety here.
The Nazis, of course, despised my uniform, not only because it seemed
to emblazon American patriotism, who was their enemy, but also because the
Amazon values that were symbolised in my tiara, my bracelets, my belt and
my eagle breastplate were antithetical to everything they preached: My tiara
was a sign of my rank as a Princess of Themiscyra, a society of equals; my
bracelets symbolised their slavery at the hands of Hercules, and the freedom
won at so great a price; my Girdle of Hippolyte was a gift from my mother,
the Queen, freely given and was the means of sustaining my strength and youth
in Mans World. They started a rumour that removing my belt would deprive
me of my strength, a story that has even survived their defeat. Because others
were ready to believe this, I was able to use their lack of knowledge against
them. The eagle, which the Nazis and Japanese believed to be a symbol of
America, is actually drawn from the Roman Republic, a society in which rich
and poor sought to build a great society on the basis of equality before
the law.
So, for all of these reasons, I was accepted then, loved in America
and despised by her enemies.
What changed?
Wonder Woman shifted as she brought her hands together in an embrace around
the middle of her lover. She pulled closer to Penelope, drawing her knees
under her friends legs. The intimate contact calmed the Amazon as she
continued.
As America became more powerful, her peoplein many cases, her
leaderscame to love the power more. The reminders of what she had been
in this more innocent time became anathema to them. And thats why I
have decided to retain the costume. As a reminder of what America once was,
and what she can be again.
As America moved further from the civility and unity of World War II,
and into the turmoil and tumult of the Vietnam War and
what is it called,
thecounterculture
? As America moved further away from World War
II, the common goals and beliefs, the accepted way of carrying on our social
interactions and the civil relationships that were so common in society,
all of these things became more and more
polarised. Its not like
one part of America was turning its back on these values and another part
was desperately clinging to them, but rather
The part of America that
said they wanted to protect those values and ideals was actually trying
to undermine the things that made America uniqueyou know, freedom of
expression and freedom of association. And then there was another part that
embraced these ideas and wanted to stretch them as far as they would go.
So theres one group that calls everyone who disagrees with them a
Communist, and the other group calls all of the members of the first group
Fascists. The countrys being torn apart and no one wants to take a
moment to stop it and consider what is happening. So my costume has to stand
for an America where both sides can live without shouting at one
another.
You understand that youre provoking your enemies by wearing that
costume? Penelope said. Its so revealing, it leaves so
little to the imagination. And the imaginings of many people today are pretty
creative. To many of them, it smacks of bondage and sex and fetishism
and
I understand that my costume, more than ever, represents the America
Im fighting for. An America that was humble, pure in purpose, and true
to its values. If there are people who want to make the costume I wear something
more than it is, or who want to misunderstand what it represents because
they dont understand me, then it seems to me that that is their problem,
not mine.
Thats why you fight for the hippies and the anti-war protesters.
There are even some newspapers that think youre
anti-American.
I defend our soldiers and policemen against those who revile them.
And its more than merely the newspapers. Senator Carlton made the same
accusation on the floor of Congress.
I remember. He called you a harlot and a strip-tease
dancer masquerading as an American icon. I wondered then why you continued
to use your uniform, when you allowed yourself open to accusations like
that.
Do you think I look like a strip-tease
dancer?
No, Penelope smiled, and lightly kissed Dianas forehead.
But you do look like a harlot.
In the dim light of the bedroom, Diana smiled for the first time. You
think Im a harlot, the Whore of Babylon? She twisted her body
toward her friend.
Well, the blonde whispered, Im not entirely sure
of the specific requirements for the title. She tightened her embrace
around the Amazons shoulders.
Why dont we find out? Diana laughed and pushed Penelope
to the mattress.
*****
At about that same time, several miles away from the Georgetown apartment,
in downtown Washington, three men sat around a small table and spoke to one
another in hushed tones, even though there was no one around to hear. The
meeting was in the Emerald Club a slightly-better-than-sleazy strip club
well away from the mall and other tourist areas of the city. One of the men
was telling the others of a series of arrests, made only moments ago, at
the Watergate Complex.
The cops got them all, he was whispering agitatedly. The
cops arrested McCord.
There was a long moment of silence. Will he talk? one of the
listeners asked.
Do the cops know about you? the other queried quickly.
The muscular man with the shaven head stared off into space, gazing between
his comrades. No,
he answered quietly. But inside, Gordon Liddy wasnt so sure.
Liddy had been observing the break-in at the Watergate from across the street
in the Howard Johnsons, when the lights and the calls of the police
entering the Democratic headquarters had ended the effort to place listening
devices in strategic locations around the office. He and E. Howard Hunt,
his superior at the White House, had quickly packed their bags and fled their
small room. Hunt was, no doubt, already back home, but Liddy had stopped
at the Emerald, a CIA cover, to let some of his former CIA friends know of
these events.
If he were to be arrested, Liddy knew, he would go to jail. All of the burglars
were likely to wind up there. He and Hunt were safe unless someone talked.
But the communications equipment McCord and his men carried would tell even
the DC police that there were others located a short distance away from the
Watergate. Even they could do the simple math that added up to outside men
who could probably see the arrest. That meant the Howard Johnsons.
Even now, they were likely checking the registry there. But the false names
they had used to sign in would protect him and Hunt for a short while.
I wont go to jail, he said. Theres someone
who can get me out of the country, but Ill need you men to help me
convince her.
The two men who sat with him were, like Liddy had been, CIA. They ran this
club as a front for Company meetings, transactions, and, in the basement,
a safe house. On a more personal note, they ran the place as an additional
source of income. The elaborate system of cameras upstairs was helping to
create an extensive library of Washingtons fetish and kink. Both of
these men were strong and well muscled, a fact that would be appreciated
by seeing them in their Emerald Club t-shirts.
Her? one of the men, a dark Mediterranean type with curly black
hair called simply Nero, asked. You want us to squeeze a
woman? He smiled broadly and looked across the table at the third
man.
That quiet figure, known as Colin, had a crew cut that was definitely out
of style, even in Washington, but his handsome face, clear blue eyes, and
powerful physique would make him a very desirable date even in the hippie
community. He also smiled, but it was more of a courtesy to Nero. He kept
his eyes focused on Liddy.
This is not your usual female, Nero, Liddy warned.
End of Chapter One
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