Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter
Two
Diana Prince drove slowly through
the crowded streets of Georgetown, making her way home after a slow Wednesday
at the naval intelligence offices at the Pentagon. Much of the day had been
spent in water-cooler chatter about the burglars arrested in the Watergate.
The latest news report, or the most recent rumor, quickly made its way
round the office. But it soon became old news.
As she pulled in at her driveway, and parked behind Penelopes Datsun
pickup, she noticed in the rearview mirror the late-model Chevrolet with
dark tinted windows that was parked across the street. The drivers-side
window was down and the man seated there stared directly at
her.
As she stepped out of the car, she looked up at the windows of her first-floor
apartment. She saw Penelopes back firmly pressed against the side window
of the living room. Behind her, in the shadow, Diana saw the flight of stairs
that went up to the loft and the bedroom. Penelope wasnt moving, and
she seemed to be trying to squeeze her body through the window and into the
driveway.
Someone was in the apartment, threatening her roommate! Dianas eyes
flew wide open at the sight and the thought that her home had been invaded.
To her right, she saw the curly-haired figure that had been seated in the
dark Chevy emerge from the large vehicle and walk determinedly across the
street toward the driveway.
She turned and made for the back of the building, her usual entrance to the
apartment, and where she could find the opportunity to transform into her
alter ego, Wonder Woman. She pushed open the door and raced down the stairs
to the basement.
The underground storage area was used by tenants for suitcases, bits of furniture
that didnt fit into their apartments, even the odd appliance, all closed
off in caged areas off a central walkway. During the day, when much light
from outside splashed through the ground-level windows along one wall, it
was light enough to easily move from one end of the corridor to the other.
Diana ran quickly up the passage to an alcove at the far end. There, dropping
her handbag, she spun into the star-spangled form of the Champion of All
Women.
The powerful Amazon emerged and walked slowly toward the door she had, only
moments before, entered as Diana Prince. The three-inch heels of her boots
clicked lightly along the smooth cement floor. As she approached the end
of the passage, Wonder Woman turned her keen hearing in the direction of
the entry, where the door was still slightly ajar, listening intently for
any indication that her pursuer was waiting for her on the far side. She
stopped, straining to hear any sound.
There was nothing.
Wonder Woman moved quickly to the door and opened it. The empty stairway
leading up to the ground-level entrance was all that greeted her. Suddenly,
she remembered. Penelope!
Racing up the stairs three at a time, she reached her first-floor apartment
in mere seconds. The Amazon Princess carefully opened the door. She had seen
her roommate pressed against the window above the driveway, which would be
to her right. She would have to fully enter the apartment to see that area,
since the opening door would shield everything in that part of their
residence.
The beautiful heroine stepped quickly into the living area, flooded with
sunlight in the late afternoon, pouring in through the large window at the
front of the building, and closed the door behind her. Turning to her right,
she saw nothing. Penelope was gone.
Penelope! Are you here? she called out.
Still nothing.
She moved around the large living space toward the kitchen, the only sound
the muffled whisper of her boots on the carpet and the soft swish!
of her satin costume. The stunning form of the Amazon Princess was pressed
against the wall outside the polished, freely swinging door. As she reached
toward the entrance, she suddenly heard a tiny clunk, the barely audible
sound of metal hitting wood, from the bedroom upstairs.
Her great speed had the Champion of All Women standing in the doorway to
the bedroom in mere seconds. To her dismay, she saw her roommate laying on
the bed, unconscious, her long blonde hair obscuring her face, her arms resting
along the sides of her prone figure.
Penelope! the Amazon whispered harshly as she leapt to help her
friend.
Seating herself on the bed next to the unconscious girl, the Amazon heroine
gently turned her roommate over. Placing Penelopes head in her lap,
she brushed the hair from her face. As she did so, she saw a small patch
of blood peeking through the golden mane from her scalp. The heroine felt
her heart skip a beat as she realised that Penelope had been attacked. Long
fingers tenderly stroked Penelopes cheek, as the Princess quietly
considered what to do. She sighed as the helplessness of her situation crept
over her. What had happened to Penelope?
Suddenly, even before she heard them, the distraught heroine felt the combined
weight of two men crashing on top her, driving her to the floor. The hands
of both of the powerful thugs grabbed at her, seeking to restrain the avenger
and to pin her arms. Wonder Womans left arm was pulled back until it
was locked behind her back and a mans hand was firmly clamped on her
wrist, just below her Amazon bracelet, painfully twisting the joint. Another
burly arm wrapped around her waist, grabbing at Hippolytes girdle and
the front of the red-and-gold satin uniform. The football-style tackle dragged
the heroine from the bed along with the bedclothes, which wrapped themselves
around her legs, and caught on the heels of her glistening red leather boots.
The arm pulled the Princess firmly against a mans muscular torso, and
her bare back was sensitive to the sweaty shirt that pressed hard against
her as she was hauled across the floor. Even more alarming, she recognised
an erection pressing upward between her cheeks. The star-spangled satin that
lay skin-tight against her ass was pressed into the crevice between the two
perfect hemispheres by the engorged member. She tried to wriggle free, to
tear herself from her attackers, but the melee of arms and legs and tangled
bedding prevented it. Still yet another hairy arm locked itself around her
throat, making her gasp for breath as her face was now driven to the floor,
hard, stunning the beauty momentarily. She was secured in place by a hand,
reaching around, desperately gripping her bare shoulder and upper arm, so
that the arm pressed against the front of her throat. Two pairs of male legs
slithered around the Princess of Paradise Island, at her waist and her knees,
entangling the bed covers more completely. Further complicating her efforts
to resist, her lovers body fell on top of her, encumbering the pounded
heroines free arm under the insensible form of the athletic blonde,
as well as those of her male attackers. And even before the Amazon could
begin to resist, she smelled the sweet fumes of chloroform penetrating her
consciousness, as yet another strong hand clamped a soaked handkerchief across
her face. Choked by the forearm locked around her throat, which flexed strongly,
cutting off her air supply, she inhaled a long dose of the vapor with which
she had by now become familiar. Her head spun as she vainly tried to reach
up with her free hand to push away the fumes.
As far back as her battles with Nazis during World War II, ever since her
arrival in America, Wonder Womans susceptibility to chloroform had
been known. It could be described as one thing that was genuinely surprising
about Mans World to newly arrived Amazon. There was a continuing argument
as to whether it was the Nazi Wonder Woman, Fausta, or some other Reich agent
who had first learned of the Amazons weakness. But once known, it became
a standard weapon in the arsenals of both Americas enemies and those
criminals who sought to triumph over the beautiful and powerful Amazon. In
the intervening years, Wonder Woman had successfully taken steps to reduce
the opportunities for her adversaries to force her to succumb to this weapon.
Her awareness of her weakness in this regard was her best defense against
falling under its spell. But in her own apartment, and with the unconscious
form of her roommate and lover unmoving on her lap, the shattered girl was
taken completely by surprise. In a matter of seconds, her great Amazon strength
slipped away from her, and even before she was unconscious, she experienced
the depths of her own helplessness.
Her head spun as the penetrating fumes filled her nostrils with their sweet,
dizzying aroma. The last thing the defenseless girl saw were the walls of
the bedroom first rotating madly, and then jumping up and down in her delirium.
Nnnnoooh! she breathed. The two
men who held her watched as her eyes, already glazed, rolled back so that
only white was visible and the lids reluctantly closed, first fluttering,
and then softly easing shut. Her arms, at once so powerful and yet so frail,
struggled to free themselves from the impediments that blocked her strength,
but as the effects of the chloroform seeped through her, the Amazon Princess
finally succumbed, unresisting, and fell into insensibility.
Nero and Colin pushed their way through the tangle of bodies, limbs, and
bedding, and stood over the tangled forms of the two beautiful
women.
Nero stared at the figure of the Champion of All Women, as she lay unconscious
before her conquerors. Her raven hair was spread across the floor like an
ebony flare surrounding her head. The golden tiara visible on her forehead,
which was so readily recognised as a symbol of the Princess royal line,
was slightly awry following the scuffle, tracing a diagonal across the exposed
brow of the Amazon. It glistened in the sunlight that filtered into the room
from the hallway. The Princess flawless face seemed peaceful as she
breathed slowly and evenly, giving no evidence of the brief struggle that
had ended in her defeat. Her head was turned, facing directly upward toward
the ceiling, but her shoulders and torso were twisted onto her side, with
Penelopes head and shoulders resting on top of the satin costume that
was so justly famous. That uniform, clinging to her perfect body like a second
skin, breathed with her. The eagles wings which enveloped her ample
breasts seemed to hold the mammaries firmly in their grip, as the breasts
seemed to float, defying gravity and transcending the limitations of Mans
World. Barely visible beneath Penelopes athletic form was the brilliant
golden belt, a gift of her mother, Hippolyte, Queen of the Amazon Nation.
Secured tight to Wonder Womans waist and seated atop those matchless
round hips, it accentuated the femininity of its owner as no other accessory
could. The Princess golden lasso was out of sight, lying under her
hips and drawn-up leg.
Penelopes face rested against the heroines uniform, having settled
just below the line where the flawless skin of the Champion glistened with
perspiration. Her arms were stretched out, seemingly trying to embrace the
beautiful Amazon Maid around her waist. The top of her sweat suit had been
pulled up, exposing her hard midriff and the round fullness of her
breasts.
The legs of both women were covered by the bedspread, with only one of Wonder
Womans boots exposed at the base of the bed.
Nero looked up from the unconscious duo and smiled. Which do you
prefer?
For a second, Colin seemed not to understand. Then he bent and easily lifted
Penelopes body from its position on top of the Princess. You
better use that unbreakable rope to tie her before you do anything,
he warned. And Ive got the bed. He settled the inert form
of his prisoner on the now-bared sheets. Even before Nero moved to take up
the unconscious Amazon prisoner, Colin was beginning to remove Penelopes
sweat suit.
When he had unzipped the pale blue top, Colin used the long golden mane of
his captive to roughly pull the muscular blonde to an upright sitting position
on the bed. Then he just yanked the soft material from her. A slight ripping
sound accompanied its removal. Tossing the cotton aside, Colin dropped her
onto her back. He then grabbed the loosely fitting sweat pants and fairly
tore them from her, revealing Penelopes long and finely toned legs.
A weak, faint groan emerged from the lips of the now-naked girl, as she slowly
and painfully emerged from the darkness and silence of unconsciousness, only
to discover a new torment awaiting her. Wha-wh-a-aa-at? she croaked.
Before she could utter another sound, a fist smashed against the side of
her jaw. A spatter of blood flew against the wall next to the bed and Penelope
was quiet again.
*****
Nero had left with his own prey well before the blonde had briefly intoned
her surprise. He knew nothing of that brief moment of consciousness that
preceded her vicious rape at the hands of the man who had invaded her home.
He had thrown Wonder Woman over his right shoulder, her long black hair hanging
down past his hips. As he carried the helpless Amazon Maid along the landing
above the living area, he enjoyed the glorious late afternoon sunshine streaming
in through the large window that covered most of the front of the apartment;
at the same time, his right forearm pressed against the crisp, shiny leather
of her boots. The coolness of the leather, against which he unconsciously
rubbed his arm up and down, almost feeling the soft, taut skin beneath the
crisp, polished hide, was already stimulating his manhood, and he hurried
to find a private spot to unleash his surging destiny and put this
Wonder Woman
in her place. His left hand had found its way to her awesome
and perfect ass, covered, as with a satin skin, by the star-spangled tights
that so many had wished to see removed. The material of that dark blue field
with the scattering of stars clung so tightly to her hips that even as Nero
pressed against that muscular enticement, his little and ring fingers had
to struggle in order to find their way beneath its edge. Slowly, as if against
the very resistance of the costume itself, he penetrated her most protected
secret. Those two fingers made their way around the cup of her ass and into
that holy of holies, the warm and damp honeypot between her legs. He could
feel his erection tightening.
To forestall anything that might be considered a disaster, he reached the
far end of the balcony and simply dumped his cargo onto the floor. The thin
carpeting did nothing to muffle the heavy THUMP! that accompanied
her delivery to that spot which was only barely secluded from anyone who
might be passing outside. Quickly unslipping the golden lasso from its clasp
on her right hip, he began binding her wrists, wrapping the rope around and
between, above and below, the Amazon bracelets that graced Wonder Womans
lithe arms. He was surprised that even as he wrapped more and more loops
around those powerful but unresisting extremities, the lasso itself seemed
to grow, making ever more lengths of rope available to secure his treasure.
Once he was certain that the wrists had been secured together, Nero pulled
the rope around the double horizontal slats of the railing that bordered
the loft. The unconscious Amazon Princess was hoisted upward, so that she
reclined at an angle against the varnished wood, her bound wrists over her
head, binding her firmly to the heavy oak planks.
Having secured the heroine, Nero next prepared himself for the fulfillment
of this dream, a dream he shared with much of the underworld and, truth be
told, with most of the men in America. He kicked off his shoes and quickly
undid his pants and boxers. The size and hardness of his member surprised
him, for it had been many years since he had actually been so hard as to
feel pain coursing through that twelve inches of manhood he so readily wielded
in the whorehouses and hotels of Washington, DC. Grabbing the front of the
Amazon Champions tights, he frantically pulled them down her long legs
and past her glistening boots; he paused to again feel the cool, crisp red
leather; again he imagined he could feel the soft, warm flesh beneath; then
he simply dropped the satin tights on the floor next to her.
Her exposed tuft was remarkable to see. Not shaven, nor simply unkempt, the
short, pitch-black hairs neatly covered the front of the smooth rounded mound.
The thickness of the muff tapered evenly toward its edges, forming a perfect
isosceles triangle protecting her womanhood. Even this is perfect, Nero
thought.
He placed his hand on the Amazons pubis, three fingers first gingerly
brushing the entrance to her; and then they more aggressively probed that
sweet cave.
She moaned. Her head rocked slowly back and forth. Even though she was still
unconscious, the heroine responded to, and wished to resist, the stimulation
of penetration. But her legs spread slightly and her knees drew slightly
up, opening her to Neros impending violation. There was a small involuntary
quiver through her body. Then she was still.
Well, it wouldnt be the first time the bitch was unconscious, he thought.
He remembered his first experience; that toit never woke up.
His fingers entered the unresisting woman and began to caress her interior,
first gently, and then more insistently.
Nnnnnngghgggghhhuugghh! The Champion of All Women seemed to
push herself away from his defilement, even insensate as she was, but the
banister and her bound wrists secured her in front of him. She wasnt
going anywhere. Nero had his prize for the taking.
Now he reached up and seized her red-and-gold breastplate, the satin feeling
ever so soft in his hand. As he wrapped his fingers around the fabric, he
could feel the sweat between her breasts. He allowed his hand the luxury
of simply resting between those two glorious orbs for a moment, feeling both
their hard smoothness against the back of his hand and, simultaneously, the
softness of the satin against his fingers and his palm. Once he had registered
these sensations and felt the growing lust in his groin, he briefly loosened
his grip on the eagles head to permit a swelling of his power over
his defeated captive. He glanced at the helpless Princess before him, the
heroine whose last defense was about to be taken from her. Even though she
was a Wonder Woman, she was still only a woman.
He smiled to himself. Tada! he whispered, just before tearing the
last bit of protection away from the heroine. He stared at the magnificent
woman who now lay before him, bound and naked, except for her golden belt,
her bracelets, tiara, and boots. As Nero cast the satin bustier aside, he
drew his hands up to his face and smelled the mixed aromas of Wonder Woman:
her cunt on his left hand, her sweat on his right. He closed his eyes as
he inhaled the bouquet and he felt the pre-cum dribble from him. He looked
down at his manhood as the fluid dropped, in a long silvery line to just
above her navel, swooping from the tip of his engorged prick to the smooth,
taut perfection of her stomach.
Straddling the inert form of the Champion of All Women, he brought his prick
upward toward her face. Nero brushed his oozing member across her cheeks,
streaking his fluid from cheekbone to cheekbone. He had never felt anything
so soft as that silken skin. The tip of his manhood tingled, swelled, and
hardened. Truly, he thought, there is nothing as soft as this. She really
is a Wonder Woman. The bright pink cone of his ramrod rested just beneath
her nose. Nero enjoyed this demeaning vision of Wonder Woman, naked before
him but still wearing her Princess tiara, seemingly preparing to take
him orally. He continued to sweep his prick back and forth against the
unresponsive Amazons face, particularly enjoying those moments when
it pressed between her ruby lips. The crimson serpent turned those lips outward,
one at a time, as it alternately penetrated and withdrew. Each time he came
up against the edges of her hard, white teeth, the tip of his rod felt a
stab of pleasure that penetrated all the way to his spine.
Wonder Womans eyes began to flutter, as consciousness returned to the
Amazon Maiden. The presence of his cock pressing against her lips and teeth
made the Princess turn her head, even though she didnt completely grasp
what was happening to her. The curly-haired villain held his ground, so that
his prick remained pressed against the side of her face, and he reached down
and placed his hand around the loose end of the golden lasso that bound the
Amazon and secured her to the wooden slats. As soon as he gripped the magic
rope, he saw the eyes of his prisoner open wide and her bodys attitude
become more compliant.
O.K., slut, he said, a genuine viciousness in his voice, you
have to do everything I say when Im holding this rope, dont
you?
The Princess from Paradise Island offered no resistance to the magic power
of her bonds. When I am bound by the magic lasso, she said, I
am compelled to obey whoever holds it. There had been times when she
had tried to resist the lassos influence, but she had learned that
she could not. Better to save her will power and strength for the ordeal
ahead.
Then if I order you to give me the finest blowjob that a man has ever
been given, youd do it?
I am compelled to obey, she repeated slowly. Dread crept over
the revived Amazon as she stared at the man who held in his
power.
Have you ever given anyone a blowjob, Wonder
Woman?
The Champion felt her face flush, as she realized that she must answer this
humiliating question. She tried to remain still, but the power of her greatest
weapon over its owner was too great. She mumbled her response.
Yes.
Im sorry, Wonder Woman Nero spoke her name with intense
disdain, but what did you say?
Yes, I have given men blowjobs while under the influence of the
lasso. Each word cut the helpless Amazon Champion like a
knife.
Are you good at it, Wonder Woman?
Again the power of the golden rope, looped around her wrists, securing them
above her head, forced the prisoner to answer, and the words were the most
shameful she could remember. Yes, the men who ordered me to satisfy
them have said that it was the best they had ever
received.
And youve done this frequently?
She resisted in vain. Yes.
Tell me what its like, Wonder Woman. Tell me what its like
for a superheroine, an Amazon Princess, for the Champion of All Women to
give a man a blowjob.
Why was he doing this? Although the Amazon outwardly gave no sign of the
shame she felt, the commandfor that was what any question became when
she was bound by her magic lassothe command wrenched her insides. Without
missing beat, despite the intense turmoil and anguish that preyed upon the
helpless woman, the answer came.
It is the clearest sign of my subjugation at the hands of a man. To
have a mans organ pressed into my mouth, pressed all the way inside,
to have that salty fluid sliding down inside of my throat, filling my mouth,
is the most degrading thing that has happened to me. It is utterly
repugnant.
Did you give Nazis a blowjob, Wonder Woman?
Yes. When they learned the power of the lasso, even the most depraved
act was just one more way to disgrace me.
Nero felt his prick grow ever harder as Wonder Woman was forced to give an
even more detailed description of her ignominy. She described how she manipulated
the organs of her captors, how she used teeth, tongue, and lips to maintain
his erection, how she could delay her masters ejaculation by maneuvering
those three parts, how she was forced to endure taking his seed in her face,
in her mouth, down her throat. Even though her voice gave no evidence of
the shame she felt at the dishonour she was being forced to recount, or of
the derision she remembered so well from these moments in her career when
she suffered at the hands of her enemies, moments she retained in her most
secret of private places in her memoryeven though her voice offered
not the slightest sense of this shame, because the confessions were pried
from her by the power of her magic lasso, the proud Amazon Princess felt
an internal havoc ripping at her. The Champion of All Women was revealed
as a plaything for master males.
What does it taste like, Wonder Woman?
That tone of mockery when saying her name again.
How do you feel when your bracelets are
chained?
More humiliation.
When you are fucked by many men, do you cum?
Piled higher and higher.
Take me in your mouth, Amazon slut.
The end of the questioning came as a shock. It seemed that this criminals
enjoyment of her recounting of past humiliations was now replaced by his
own degradation of the heroine.
The command shot through her, and she parted her ruby lips to receive his
full twelve inches.
Show me everything youve learned, Princess. Dont let me
come for fifteen minutes.
She obeyed. The indignity that she now suffered through was as great as any
that preceded it. In her own apartment, her wrists bound over her head, her
naked body hanging from the rail to the thin carpeting, straddled by this
criminal underling, his dick pressed full into her mouth, which worked skillfully
and adroitly across the thick member, maintaining the erection, pulling Nero
closer to discharge and then allowing him release to fall back from that
magic precipice.
Thats it, Wonder Bitch, he whispered. Thats
a good cocksucker.
*****
It was a full fifteen minutes before Wonder Woman permitted Nero to come.
When he did, it shot full into the Amazons beautiful face with the
force of a shotgun. She had been letting him slide from her mouth at that
instant and, while a great deal of his manhood did find its way down the
back of her throat, its salty taste causing her great discomfort, that distress
paled when compared to the jettisons of sticky white fluid that rolled slowly
down from her forehead into her eyes, down her cheeks, some hanging loosely
away from her countenance in long strands, and off her lower lip and
chin.
Use your tongue, bitch. Clean me! he ordered
roughly.
She had to extend her tongue far out to reach his now-limp prick, the opaque
dribble now only slowly oozing from the tip. Turning her head in compliance
with the order that thundered through her because of the magic lasso, she
took more of his jism in a humiliating display of self-abasement. She licked
the tip, and then followed up by cleaning the organ itself, as if it were
a limp ice-cream cone.
Clean yourself up, Wonder Woman. Suck up all the goodies Ive
left.
Using her tongue and her arms that framed her face, the heroine now suffered
the further indignity of lapping up the residue of Neros explosive
discharge. Much of it had dried and some was simply smeared as she pushed
the milky remains of Neros ecstasy to where her tongue bring it into
her as she did as she had been commanded.
Colin carried Penelope into the hall from the bedroom as this humiliation
was ending. The large man bore the weight of the athletic girl as easily
as if she were a small child. Looking to the far corner of the walkway, he
quickly located Nero and his prize. Lets go, he said
simply.
*****
The humbled Amazon Princess walked, naked, behind her conqueror, her wrists
bound in front of her, secured by the golden lasso. She was taller than Nero
by a small margin in her three-inch heels, but her bearing, usually heroic
and regal as befitted a Princess of Paradise Island, was gone, so that she
appeared diminished in stature. Her head was lowered and her raven-black
hair covered her face, protecting her from the shame of the moment. Her slumped
shoulders seemed almost quivering in the late afternoon sun. Wonder Womans
flawless form, from the perfectly formed hemispheres that were her ample
breasts, tapering to an athletic waist which revealed no sign of softness,
superlatively round hips that jutted outward just below, and the long desirable
legs swathed in the red leather of her boots, leather so crisp that it seemed
to breathe with her as a second skin lying tightly against her calves and
ankles, seemed now to be that of nothing more than a defeated girl. She walked
obediently behind Nero, who led her down the stairs to the large living area
below. Her nakedness added to her dishonour, revealing to all her inability
to preserve even the dignity of the slightest modesty. Her bound wrists covered
her exposed sex from any prying eyes, but the slightest command from her
captor would display even that most private of sanctums.
As her eyes rose from the floor, Wonder Woman saw Penelope lying against
the wall near the door. Her face was broken and bloodied, the result of
Colins battering fists as he raped and pounded his helpless victim,
seeking his own ecstatic heights. The heroine, feeling completely unlike
such a designation, gazed down helplessly on her lover, roommate, and friend
and saw that her torn sweat suit had been restored. She wondered at the bruising
that must assuredly be covered by the pale blue cotton.
Wonder Woman! Nero ordered brusquely. Pick up your
friend he sneered, rather than said, the word, and carry
her out to the car. He held the familiar uniform of the Amazon Maiden,
inspecting it absently, turning it over and over in his hands. The magic
lasso played out from Neros grip as Wonder Woman moved to the senseless
blonde girl. Easily lifting her, the Champion of All Women followed Nero
out into the sunlight.
Colin had backed the car up to the front door, so that the distance to the
waiting vehicle was only a matter of a few feet. The trunk lay open, awaiting
Penelopes inert form. Once she had been deposited there, Nero led his
prisoner to the back seat.
*****
Nero and the Amazon sat together in the back seat, while Colin eased through
traffic in Georgetown. The tinted windows obstructed any prying eyes, but
Wonder Woman could only feel the continued humiliation of her
nakedness.
Nero outlined the Amazon Maidens pale pink aureole with the loop of
the golden lasso he held. Do you like it when a mana real
man, Wonder Womanplays with your tits? he asked.
Forced to respond, Wonder Woman recounted again her feelings of degradation
and humiliation at the hands of men who had bound her with the magic lasso.
As she did so, Nero placed his free hand fully on her perfect breast, pressing,
rubbing, and shaming the Champion. Colin chuckled as he heard the lovely
Amazon Maid detail her treatment.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, the crewcut Colin saw the face of their
prisoner. The heroines face, he saw, was smeared across both cheeks
with a dried grimy sediment, slightly off-white in colour. The same deposits
were around her mouth and on her chin. Despite this evidence of her mistreatment
at Neros hand, she seemed tranquil as she sat in the back seat. She
appeared utterly unmoved at her nakedness and at his cohorts fingering
of her perfect breast. Returning his attention to the road, he turned right
onto R Street and headed out of downtown.
The turmoil raging inside the beautiful, powerless Amazon Maid, as she stared
at the golden lasso binding her wrists, had finally led to desperation. The
humiliating questions she had been forced to answer, her degraded condition,
her helplessness in the face of the threat to Penelope, the depravity of
her captor and his treatment of her, all combined now as Wonder Woman cast
her eyes frantically about, looking for some way out. But with the lasso
firmly in Neros grip, there was no ready escape. Her Amazon strength
and her marvelous speed were contained by the fact that she was the prisoner
of a man. As she felt her heart drop, she realised that she had other weapons.
Wise as Athena and beautiful as Aphrodite: perhaps these attributes might
yet free her. If only the questioning allowed her sufficient latitude to
use them.
The car turned left and made its way into the Virginia countryside. The homes
in this area were widely spaced and very large. They frequently belonged
the members of the Executive Branch, people with a lot of recently acquired
cash and needing a comfortable place to live.
You may as well get comfortable, Wonder Slut, Nero said.
Weve got a pretty good drive ahead of us.
Why dont you lean over here?
Her stomach was revolted by the idea, but the power of the magic lasso would
not be denied. While he still loosely held her breast, Wonder Woman pressed
her muscular body against Neros chest. He brought his other arm, the
one holding her lasso, around her so that it rested on her left
shoulder.
Taking her cue from his command and knowing it was what he wanted, the captive
Amazon turned her face toward his and brought her lips up to his ear. Taking
the lobe between her lips, she first kissed, then nibbled the thick tissue.
Her captor sighed and settled comfortably against the
heroine.
If she could just get him to drop the lasso.
Eventually she pressed her tongue into his ear, and she began to kiss and
take small nips at the pinna. As she did so, Wonder Woman saw him shift his
legs, indicating it was having its desired effect.
Shes decided she wants to be a little friendlier, Nero
told Colin, who slowed the car on the winding road in the darkening
twilight.
Want to share? the driver asked.
There was a long pause as Wonder Woman realised that her ploy may have
backfired.
Why not?
In a few moments, the car had pulled to a stop in a small grove of trees,
which shielded the criminals and their prize from the road. The large crewcut
Colin was the first out of the car. Hurrying around the rear of the vehicle,
he opened the door next to Nero, who eased himself away from the despondent
Princess. When he got out of the car, he ordered the helpless girl to
follow.
Obediently, the powerless avenger arose from the vehicle. The cool evening
air cut to her nakedness.
On your knees, Wonder Bitch!
Immediately, she dropped to her knees in front of the two men. Colin walked
slowly behind her. Nero held the lasso, which still bound her wrists and
commanded her will.
My friend likes to take his women in the ass, Nero said, laughing.
Do you like to get it in the ass, Wonder Woman? This time there
was no mistaking the tone with which he said her name.
Before she could respond, as the lasso commanded, he went on, Open
your mouth, bitch. Youre going to get it from opposite ends this
time.
Helpless and bound before these men who intended only to diminish her, Wonder
Womans face did not change as Nero and Colin pulled down their pants
and prepared to again punish the Amazon Maid. The Princess tried to distance
herself from the humiliation. In her mind she went to the first such trial
she had ever undergone.
*****
It was 1942, the darkest hours of World War II. Nazi armies were on the march
across the Soviet Union and were in occupation almost everywhere in Western
Europe. Britain had been fighting alone since the spring of 1940. In Asia,
the Imperial Empire of Japan had extended its reach from the borders of India
to Manchuria, and outward to the islands of the South Pacific.
Wonder Woman had arrived only months before, and already there was evidence
of rising morale on the home front. But her efforts against Nazi spies in
America had not gone unnoticed in Germany, where a plot had been hatched
to end her role before it began. The Amazon Princess had been captured by
the Nazi Wonder Woman, Fausta Grebel, her strength lost to the links of chain
which joined her bracelets. She had been carried to Germany, a prisoner,
and there her interrogation had been taken over by Colonel Kesselmann, an
SS officer who saw in the breaking of the Champion of All Women not only
a road to personal advancement, but also the opportunity to demonstrate the
feebleness of all women before men.
He had taken the prisoner from Fräulein Grebel, to her dismay, for she
was certain that the magic lasso would be all that was necessary for the
ensuing interrogation. Kesselmann, who recognised that the Amazons
golden rope would be useful, for he didnt disbelieve Fausta when she
told him of its powers, dismissed the blonde Nazi Wonder Woman, and took
his prize to the cellars beneath his castle. There he and his SS wolves would
teach this Wonder Woman her proper place.
The laughter and the hooting of the SS men wearing their silver and black
uniforms was a surprise to the powerless Amazon Maid. She had never seen
a large number of men gathered together for sport such as this. And the chains
that linked Wonder Womans bracelets ensured that her strength would
not help her in the face of this trial. Kesselmann flourished the magic lasso
and announced that whoever held the rope while it encircled the prisoners
body would have his every wish fulfilled. There was a swelling of cheers
at that announcement. He would demonstrate its powers shortly. Then others
were invited to do so.
She stood in their midst, heavy Nazi steel links running from her Amazon
bracelets to a cumbersome steel belt encircling her waist, five inches wide,
covering the golden girdle that was Hippolytes gift. The links joining
her bracelets passed through several loops in this metal band, so that the
Princess could not even raise her arms above her head. More links, from below,
intermingled with these. Shackles had been closed around the polished red
leather at her ankles and the same kind of cumbersome chains stretched up
to that grey metal waistband, where they too passed through more metal eyelets.
Because of these fetters, which bound the Amazon further, when the superheroine
tried to walk, each pace was cut to mere inches. As she was led before her
jeering audience, her tiny steps provoked great laughter among the
witnesses.
Die größe
Wunderfräulein! Wo ist dein Kraft
jetzt? he taunted her. So wie Amerika! Die
Übermenschen wird dein Kraft
erleiden!
And with that, the
supermen rushed to seize the powerless Amazon girl, dragging
her brutally across the floor, smashing her into the stinking stone wall
behind her. A dozen hands grabbed at the Princess in the frenzy that followed.
Even before she reached the dripping stones, parts of her patriotic costume
had been ripped away. When she was smashed against the stones, the force
of the impact dazed the hapless heroine. Only the many hands of her attackers
held her up.
Some of those hands ripped away scraps of her satin costume. The tops of
her breasts came visible, as did one light pink aureole. The dark blue,
star-spangled hot pants that were part of her uniform upon her arrival in
America were torn, gaping holes uncovering the tops of her thighs and even
a small portion of the perfect, raven black muff.
Ooohhhhhh, the stunned girl moaned. Hera, help me!
As the many hands continued to grab at her, Kesselmann strode imperiously
toward her.
Seh,
alles, one SS
officer shouted, holding aloft a shredded piece of the dark blue tights.
Hier ist die amerikanische Fahne! Then he stood at attention,
waving the satin fragment slowly, back and forth above his head,
singing,
Oh, say can you see
The others immediately joined
in the raucous rendition of the American national anthem.
By the dawns early light,
What so proudly we
And then, they all shouted,
HEIL! The SS wolves shouted, then screamed, the
word again and again, so that it seemed the stone walls would crumble under
the force of their cheers. There was more laughter when another blonde young
man in the back of the crowd began mocking the helpless captive by repeating
her name in a sing-song manner, which was at the same time both taunting
and leering at the ravishing prisoner.
Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman! Others picked up the tune: Wonder
Woman! Wonder Woman! Youre a wonder, Wonder Woman! Until finally
almost everyone in the room was jeering the powerless Amazon Princess.
Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman! In your satin tights, fighting for your
rights, youre a wonder, Wonder Woman! Finally, all of the officers
burst into unrelieved laughter.
So! Wonder Woman! A young man with a scar stretching from beneath
his uniform up to his jaw made his way to stand before the captive. Do
you remember me?
The avenger stared at the tall blonde man. She did recognise him. He had
been a leader of a sabotage organisation working out of the Brooklyn Navy
Yard. When Wonder Woman had broken up his ring, he had
disappeared.
I am Horst Jäger. You may remember me as Tristan,
my code name. There was silence now as he spoke to the powerless prisoner.
I saw you a few times, fighting with my men.
You tossed them about like so much debris. You were very strong.
He approached the chained Amazon.
Where is your great strength now, eh? Where is the strength that allowed
you to lift one of my men over your head and toss him aside, a distance great
enough to shatter his bones? You killed my men, you bitch! Good men. Men
who had wives here in the Fatherland. He stopped and stared hard into
the face of the beautiful heroine.
My
brother! he snarled as he lashed out at
her.
His fist caught her flush on the cheekbone and her head smashed sickeningly
against the wall behind her, dazing the powerless Amazon Maiden. Before she
could recover, a second blow tore into her beautiful face, twisting her head
on her neck in the other direction. A third and a fourth time he smashed
her, wrenching her head viciously back and forth. His final punch carried
all of his force and fury as he thrust his fist directly into her diaphragm,
immediately below her rib cage and directly above the steel ring around her
waist. The air rushed out of her in a noisy gush and even the Amazon doubled
over and groaned from the force of his blow.
Jäger stepped away from the prisoner, but he didnt take his eyes
from her as he passed back into the crowd of men. Wonder Woman gasped, trying
to catch her breath.
Do you remember me, Wonder Woman? another uniformed man
asked.
One after another, a dozen Nazi agents, SS officers all, took their turn
with the Amazon girl. Colonel Kesselmann had given each the right to have
his moment of triumph over the woman who had defeated him. The Amazons
beautiful face showed signs of swelling all along the jaw and her perfect
high cheekbones by the time the first few had laid into the heroine. Her
powerful Amazon physique was tested and then ultimately crushed under the
powerful blows meted out by the savagery of a dozen of these young, strong
Nazis. Her lip was cut and blood trickled down her chin. Her Amazon constitution
was tested by the beating and even this magnificent organism, deprived now
of its Amazon strength, was found wanting.
One after another, Nazis battered the poor woman, meting out their penalty
for her intrusion into their spying or sabotage organisations. Hard fists
pounded her face, her ribcage, and her breasts, eventually pulling cries
of pain from the Champion of Paradise Island.
Aaaggghhhh! she cried as the final SS officer stepped before
her and opened his litany with the now-familiar question, Do you remember
me, Wonder Woman?
Only the arms of the assisting officers held up her statuesque form. Weighed
down by the great steel shackles, her arms hung useless at her sides, the
links connecting her bracelets drooping in a long parabola toward the floor.
And though pain now permeated her body, distracting her qualities of mind
from overcoming the suffering inflicted on her, Wonder Woman absorbed still
more punishment and tried to understand how these men could act in this way.
Before each punch flew mercilessly at her, she saw each face that came before
her, each handsome and proud young face that stood directly in front of her;
each countenance contained a malevolent fury, vicious and hateful; every
man who pummeled the helpless Princess knew exactly what he was doing and
each did it for exactly the same reason: he was not driven by maintaining
face before his brother officers. Each of the dozen men struck out at Wonder
Woman because of hate. And not hate for what she had done, though that stoked
the fires of their animus, but rather hate for what she was. Not a symbol
of America; not a symbol of freedom; but a symbol for women. These Nazis
believed that women were to be repressed. Women in Nazi Germany were to be
either mothers or virgins; their roles were to maintain home and hearth,
raising children and making Home a comfortable place for men; or else they
were to inspire the fighting men by their virtue. How unlike an
Amazon!
When the last beating had been levied against the heroine, she was carried
through the crowd, across the room to the far wall, her red leather boots
dragging against the rough rock floor. This allowed members of the crowd,
who had cheered on the dozen of their fellows who had been given the right
to batter the Amazon, to unleash their own barrage of fists, kicks, and spittle
at the prisoner. When they reached the far side of the room and turned her
to face her tormentors, Wonder Woman looked anything but heroic. Her battered
head hung facing the floor, almost unconscious, and her body sagged forward,
her knees buckling under her. The signs of the abuse she had suffered not
only at the hands of the selected dozen, but also from the many who were
within reach as she was dragged across the floor, were
evident.
The chains that bound her hung to the floor and Wonder Woman now stood before
the men who were her enemies, helpless and beaten, held up only by the support
of two black-and-silver-clad officers.
Her head, still ringed by her golden tiara, which was now almost lost in
her tousled ebony hair, hung loosely forward, below her shoulders. Her eyes
were almost closed as she desperately tried to pull herself back from the
brink of that abyss that would plunge the heroine into unconsciousness. A
weak, dry moan emerged from her parched throat to let her audience know that,
despite appearances, she was not yet unconscious. Her cracked lips showed
more evidence of the beating she had absorbed, as thin patches of blood had
accumulated at the corners of her mouth and rivulets now dry had flowed toward
the point of her chin. Two or three droplets were evident on her chest.
Unsteadily, weakly, Wonder Woman tried to raise her head to face her enemies.
But she just didnt have the strength.
Her arms hung loosely at her sides, firmly in the grip of the Nazi officers.
Her wrists, linked by chains connecting her Amazon bracelets ensured that
her powerlessness would continue. What the SSs plans were for the Champion
of All Women, remained to be seen.
Her patriotic costume was already torn after being manhandled by her enemies,
exposing the avenger to their taunts. One ample breast, laid bare for the
Nazis, was the target of both ridicule and wonderment. One black-uniformed
officer reached out and gave rise to laughter when his hand was too small
to encompass the Amazons mammilla. His face flushed, he lashed out
at Wonder Woman as the source of his discomfiture, and squeezed the nipple
sadistically, drawing a pitiful moan from the captive
heroine.
Likewise, the star-spangled hot pants that attracted so much attention from
American males were already tattered. Leaving little to the imagination,
the skintight satin had lain across her hips provocatively. The holes in
the material revealed bits of deeply tanned flesh and a small sample of the
neat curls that marked her highly desirable womanhood.
The Amazons long tan legs provided no support for her body. Her sagging
body hung in the grip of the officers toward the stone floor. Her thighs
were pressed together, her left knee thrusting in front the right. Her red
leather boots, highly polished and looking as though they were painted onto
her skin, glistened in the lights placed along the walls.
Colonel Kesselmann strode majestically toward his prisoner, relishing the
adulation he felt from his fellow officers. Here was the American
Champion who had defeated so many Nazi plans and operations in so short a
time! Here was the powerful adversary who had killed so many heroes
of the Reich! Here was this
this Wonder Woman! Chained,
weakened, defeated! By him! He smiled as he approached his prisoner
and the applause died down. He spoke to her in English, though his accent
made some of the words difficult to understand. He wanted to further impress
his fellow SS officers with his intellect, to go along with his evident cunning
and bravery.
So, this is the great Wonder Woman? This is the best
that America can offer to fight us? Look at her! Her costume is that of a
Parisianno, a Hollywoodwhore! Perhaps that is the source
of all of the legends of this Champion. Perhaps it was allspecial
effects.
Horst Jäger knew that this was certainly not true. He had seen the Amazon
in action. But the junior officer laughed as uproariously as the rest of
those gathered in the room.
We shall see what other talents this Hollywood whore has to offer us,
thanks to this. He held the golden lasso aloft, then quickly tied one
end around the helpless Wonder Womans waist, encircling the steel belt
that contained her shackles. As soon as he had done so, the weary Amazons
beaten, tired face turned toward the SS colonel.
He had already tested the lasso on the prisoner, so he knew some of its
potential. Now he would give a demonstration for his fellows. You will
stand up tall, Wonder Woman. She immediately obeyed the command of
the man who held the lasso. The men who had held her released their
grip.
Playing out the rope, Kesselmann ordered Wonder Woman to dance, to do
calisthenics, and finally, humiliatingly, to wriggle and writhe in front
of Jäeger and two other men whom he seated in the forefront of the crowd.
She was ordered to straddle their laps, brush their thighs with hers, kiss
them, and moan seductively in their ears. This she did, all the while deftly
maneuvering in the chains which bound her. Kesselmann ordered her down to
the floor, where she provocatively wriggled and squirmed like a snake, even
raising her beautiful face into the lap of each man successively. She was
ordered to kiss the small mound that had formed in their laps, to bite it,
to crawl between their spread legs and to press her bosom against the thighs,
stomach, chest, and face of each officer. She sat on the lap of each, brought
her perfect legs up and encircled the head of the young Nazis, eventually
wrapping her thighs around the neck and jaw of each, Horst Jäeger first
and then each of his friends. She draped her knees over their shoulders as
she allowed her body to hang down in front of them, her back resting on the
lap, her three-inch heels brushing the small of each mans back, the
chains that joined her ankles hanging almost to the floor.
The performance concluded, Wonder Woman was ordered back to her feet, where
she stood impassively, though sweating profusely.
But the perspiration and shaking of the three SS officers was evident. To
have experienced such proximity to so beautiful a
woman!
You see what she is capable of, this
Wonder Woman! Her
services will go to the highest bidders, and there will be no limit to the
number of partners she will satisfy. All you have to do is meet the minimum
bid of 500 Reichsmarks. The higher the bid, the shorter the
line.
Behold! He walked to the heroine and pulled her breastplate off
her body. Her gravity-defying breasts stared enticingly at the crowd of
men.
The screams of the officers, each shouting higher and higher bids for the
Amazon Princess, echoed off the walls of the room and pierced upward into
the upper floors of the castle. The high bid of 10,000 Reichsmarks went to
a lieutenant colonel of the Waffen SS. He would be the
first.
Kesselmann exchanged the lasso for the money and the officer led the Amazon
to the specially prepared bedroom down the hall from the chamber of her
humiliation.
Wonder Woman did not understand what these men were bidding for. When her
red-and-gold breastplate was torn from her body, a shudder ran through her
not because of her nakedness before the large number of men. Life on Paradise
Island included much such freedom and celebration of a healthy body. The
fear arose from sense of danger that these men represented. Drained of her
Amazon strength, and in the hands of these men, she knew that she was defenseless
against the desires of her enemies. But she had no understanding of those
desires. As she was led from the room, her heels click-clicking on
the polished rock floor, catcalls followed her; hands reached out and patted
and stroked her body. These same officers who moments before had sought to
pound their fists against her perfect form now sought only contact with this
helpless girl, to stroke her skin, and feel her costume. As she passed out
of the room, she heard them determining the order for possession of the Wonder
Woman. Possession for what purpose? she wondered.
The heavy metal door was about fifty yards from the large hall, from which
the sounds of the competing officers could still be heard. It took the Amazon
captive an eternity, it seemed, to traverse that distance, her usually long,
powerful strides clipped to barely a third of their length by the chains
that bound her ankles. Lieutenant Colonel Hessler walked behind Wonder Woman,
watching her body voraciously, holding the lasso, occasionally pressing his
free hand against the torn satin of her dark blue tights. Move along,
woman, he said occasionally, dont
stop.
Under the power of her lasso, Wonder Woman moved purposefully down the hall.
Colonel Hessler slid the door open for her and she stepped into the dimly
lit room. He followed his beautiful prisoner into the room, then stepped
in front of her and led her toward a metal grating standing upright on the
floor. It was in an open area of the chamber and the top of the metal grid
was about three feet above the dark stone floor.
Still holding the lasso with one hand, the Waffen SS officer dexterously
locked the links of chain into a mechanism that ran along the top edge of
the iron mesh that was secured to the floor. When he stepped back, Wonder
Woman, naked to the waist except for the steel belt that hid her golden girdle
of Hippolyte, was bent at the waist with her bound wrists chained to the
metal stand, and her red leather boots spread and placed about four feet
in front of the gridiron. Her torn starry blue tights presented a tantalising
image, clinging to her round, perfect hips like a second
skin.
Hessler laid his hand along the satin that clung to the heroine, his body
delighting in the sensations of the soft, tight fabric warmed by the smooth
musculature beneath. He felt the satin band that circled the top of each
of her thighs, marveling at the softness of her skin and the smoothness of
the muscles beneath. Higher up, he felt the waistband and eventually pushed
his fingers against her stomach and plied his way beneath the star-spangled
breeches.
He pushed his hand further and further toward the Amazons womanhood,
until his fingertips entered the tangle of smooth hair protecting and defining
her most sacred recess. So, Wonder Woman, your anatomy is like that
of any other woman, eh?
Yes, she responded, still under the power of the
lasso.
And when I enter you, you will respond as all other
women?
She stared quizzically straight forward. Enter
me?
His hat, belt, and tunic were dropped to the floor. Wonder Woman felt the
power of the golden lasso disappear as the officer evidently dropped it to
remove his boots and trousers. She heard him grunting as he struggled with
the black leather boots that were so distinctive a part of the SS uniform.
If only her wrists were not chained; now would be the moment to free herself.
In vain, she pulled against the chains, but her strength was
gone.
The Amazon Princess felt his hands caress her waist just below the steel
ring that contained her manacles. As his grip became tighter, he began to
move her hips in small circles, slowly widening the diameter as he moved
her back and forth. Eventually, her satin-covered ass was bumping against
his hips.
Hesslers breathing increased in volume and rapidity, in due course
emerging as grunts and moans. He placed his face against Wonder Womans
flawless back, pressing his cheek, his lips, his face against that tanned
flesh. She felt his tongue run up and down her spine. Kisses bussed against
her from her shoulder blades all the way down to the top of that steel belt
around her waist and back up again. In the meantime, the Amazon Maid felt
her ragged hot pants begin to slide off her hips and over her ass. She brought
her knees together to block that progress, but immediately, she felt the
authority of her own greatest weapon, now being used against her, smash through
her, as the SS officer took up her lasso. When Hessler simply said, You
will not resist, woman! all resistance vanished. Soon the last vestige
of her uniform was pulled down to her ankles. The man did not continue to
hold the lasso. He didnt need to. The chains ensured the Amazon
avengers compliance.
His hands were again on her waist, guiding her; his face again riding her
back, kissing, licking, rubbing. But then one hand dropped to her entrance
between her legs, and his fingers penetrated that holiest of shrines. Wonder
Woman squealed in shock. Oh, dearest Aphrodite! Great goddesses, he was
inside her!
She wanted to fight back, to resist, but the sensation that emerged from
his dexterous appeal was somehow soothing, exciting. It was evenpleasant.
Her head dropped forward toward the bar that restrained her wrists; she licked
her lips, and moaned softly. She even pressed herself against his hand, raising
the sensation inside her even more.
AAAaaaaaahhhhhh! the helpless heroine breathed. She never
experienced anything like this. True, in the interaction among the Amazons
on Paradise Island, they had penetrated one another, but that was usually
part of the competitions that were a permanent part of life there. It weakened
your opponent momentarily, or gave one a temporary advantage by distracting
the adversary. It was not intended to be part of their lovemaking, which
was highly ritualized. The purpose of this intrusion was very different.
The circles described by his fingers were not meant to distract, but to excite.
The thrills that flowed up and down her spine sent ripple effects throughout
her body; her heart was racing, her breathing becoming ragged; Wonder Woman
felt sweat begin to pour off her forehead; and, as Hessler removed his fingers
from her, a drop of her sweet honey rolled slowly down the inside of her
right thigh. What was he doing to her?
Her dry tongue passed over equally dry lips and her raspy throat issued another
weak groan. Ooooohhhh, gods! D-dear-est A-a-aphro-dite, please
help
me! The SS colonel continued his ministration against
her back, where he kissed, rubbed, and nibbled, and her hips, fondling and
searching. But now there was something new: he pushed against her ass and
the powerless Amazon Princess felt something huge press between her round
flawless cheeks. He removed one hand from her waist and placed it at the
entrance to her womanhood. Then a warm, hard probe slipped through the widened
opening and into her dripping, hot cavern. Wonder Womans head reeled
as it stretched up into her. She felt her knees weaken beneath her and she
swayed in his grip. Hessler wrapped his arms around her stomach to hold her
in place. The hapless heroine heard him whispering in her ear, but she
couldnt make out what he was saying. All she could hear was the ocean
roaring inside her head.
By all the goddesses,
what was this inside her?
The Amazon was on
the verge of tears as she felt the probe press deeper and deeper, almost
growing, in her, weakening her further. The heat given off by this SS
officers hard member was palpable to the tortured heroine, but so too
was its very evident throbbing; not just as he steadily drove himself back
and forth, in and out, sawing away at the Amazon, each thrust a little more,
a little longer, a little stronger than the one before; but another sensation:
the rhythmic pulsing of that thing inside her, a pulsing she could feel
reverberate in her womanhood.
He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling himself closer to his captive,
pressing that shaft even further into her. He had stopped talking to her
and now the sweat rolled off of Hesslers face and spattered onto the
heroines bare back. The nibbling that had begun earlier now turned
into vigorous bites, as he tried to snare bits of her naked flesh in his
teeth. He grunted more harshly now, the sound that was formerly almost gentle
turning increasingly brutal and aggressive. He seemed to be attacking her.
His hand reached up and molested her large breasts, squeezing, scratching,
and twisting the perfect hemispheres until a faint red blush appeared on
their surface.
The part of him that was inside her had reached deep into her, touching something
in the Amazons interior that caused her to feel faint in his arms.
Wonder Woman had never felt anything like this. The tactile sensations radiating
outward from the tip of his shaft rubbing, throbbing inside her again caused
the heroine to sway weakly from side to side, only held in place by her bound
wrists, secured to the grating in front of her. Hessler continued to move
in and out of his prisoner, his own arms seeming to grow weak as they wrapped
themselves around the Amazon. He pressed his face against her back, pushing
his member fully inside the American icon. As he did so he exploded in a
frenzy of sexual rapture.
Wonder Woman felt the paroxysm fill her. Weakness overwhelmed her and the
two, rapist and victim, dropped to their knees, he still gripping her waist
and his head still settled on her naked quivering back. Wonder Womans
mouth was completely dry as she gasped for breath in the face of this entirely
new experience. It came in great gulps and gasps, and she only now realised
that her body was soaked with sweat, which dripped to the
floor.
She blinked, trying to clear away the fog before her eyes and to do away
with the ringing that still clogged her ears. What had
happened?
She felt a small stream slide down the inside of both of her thighs as Hessler
removed himself from her. Wonder Womans body now shook uncontrollably
as a force she had never experienced roared through her and her sweet-smelling
honey burst from inside her onto the floor between her knees. She let out
a sounda cry, a scream, a moan: it was all of these and no one of
themthat brought a smile to her rapists face as he walked around
her to face the tortured victim. He said nothing as he gazed down on the
poor woman trapped before him, pulling his clothes on. Before he left he
reached down, cupping her quaking chin in his fingers and brushing his thumb
downward from her eye along the side of her nose. When he removed his hand
he rubbed the tear that he took with him between thumb and forefinger. Then
he walked out without a word
.
Hours later. The once-proud Amazon had lost count of the dozens of men, sometimes
two and three at a time, who had taken her. Pain and a humiliation such as
she had never known now enclosed the hapless heroine. Her once-powerful body
was slumped on the floor as she tried desperately to raise herself to her
knees. The red leather boots no longer glistened in the lights. In front
of those scuffed remnants of the Princess former distinction, a puddle
of fluid, her fluid, had gathered as orgasm after orgasm had erupted from
the Amazon Maiden. Her tiara was slung carelessly across the room and now
lay on the damp stone floor. The smooth perfection of her skin was marred
by white stains everywherearound her mouth and across her cheeks and
forehead, her shoulders, breasts, and abdomen, at the entrance to her womanhood
and her anus, and up and down her thighs. Bruises were visible around her
face, arms and breasts, where she had been beaten by some of those who had
assaulted her. Her hair was matted with sweathers and that of her
attackersand cum. Her golden lasso rested on the floor next to her.
It had been occasionally used to further demean the Champion of All Women.
Too weak to raise herself even to her knees, Wonder Woman sagged, defeated,
spent, and broken, suspended by her chained wrists from the top of a rusting
grate in a dungeon in Nazi Germany.
*****
Nero pressed himself fully into Wonder Womans mouth, enjoying the
stimulation that her lips, teeth, and tongue provided. He was sure that her
expertise would keep him hanging on the edge of orgasm for as long as he
had ordered her. Her cheeks gave evidence of her satisfying him, but, coupled
with the hard edge of her teeth against the tip of his prick, a shock tingled
through him, stiffening his whole body. He shuddered, a scream emerging from
deep in his throat, that lasted unimaginably long, and, finally, he drove
his hips wildly back and forth into the Amazons mouth. Cum rolled down
the heroines throat choking her with its vile aftertaste. White fluid
seeped out the edges of her lips, still wrapped around the now-declining
organ, rolling slowly down her firm jaw, leaving its now-familiar residue.
He grabbed her hair and pressed that magnificent face against his manhood,
almost smothering her in his ejaculation. But the lasso kept the heroine
compliant, and not even a muffled grunt passed from her.
At exactly that same moment, Colin, feeling the Princess tight hole
pressing against all sides of his somewhat smaller manhood, came in a massive
orgasm that also gave itself voice, in his case in a series of grunt. With
each convulsion his huge fist crashed down on the unresisting woman in front
of him. He smashed his fists two, three times into her ribs, into the prisoner
kneeling before him.
Wonder Woman, Champion of All Women, Princess of Paradise Island, suffered
the humiliation again, bound by her own magic lasso. Again, her flawless,
powerful body was called upon to service men who sought to demean her by
satisfying their base desires. Though she gave no outward sign of her shame,
for the magic lasso prevented it, in her mind she wept.
End of Chapter Two
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