Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter
Three
Oh, thats it, Amazon
bitch, thats it.
When Wonder Woman was bound by
her own magic lasso, the power of her own greatest weapon precluded any response
from the her, either in the form of a reaction to her humiliation and degradation
or a response to pain. This impassivity at the taunts and attacks of her
tormentors often led to even greater anger and violence aimed at the heroine,
for part of her enemies sense of power over the Champion of All Women
at such moments derived from the expected signals of defeat her subjugation
was expected to elicit. But
such was the power of the lasso that Wonder Woman could give no evidence
of suffering. Nevertheless, Colins physical strength and the size of
his manhood forcing itself between her cheeks and into her ass tore through
this unresponsiveness, finally, after many minutes of undergoing his attack,
wrenching tears of pain and sobs of anguish from the captive Amazon
girl.
Colin firmly gripped her sleek
feminine form just above her hips, pulling the helpless prisoner tight to
the base of his thrusting penis. He held her there momentarily; then he released
his grip and she slid slowly along his shaft, until he again tightened his
grasp around her waist and he pulled the unresisting Princess back to him.
Again and again, he repeated this process, taking in the intense pleasure
at the hardness of his probe against the tightness of her interior and the
softness of her flesh in his embrace.
Of all the women he had hadand
there had been so many of themnever had he felt such heights. Her ass
so caressed the full circumference and length of his rod that as she slid
along the 12 inches; the pressure never diminished and never waned from any
part of that one-eyed snake, both fore and aft, which was so familiar with
the internal working of the female of the species. This woman, this
Wonder Woman, raised him to such a sexual peak that he could no longer
distinguish the pleasure from the pain that flowed through him from tip to
balls. This Wonder Woman was beyond any woman he had ever experienced.
He tightened his grip on her waist, digging his fingers and his fingernails
into her soft, forgiving skin. He screamed and groaned in his ecstasy. He
was cumming again.
As she endured her ordeal, Wonder
Woman felt the pain of Colins prick tearing into her ass. Each time
he drew her full onto his rod, and entered full into her, the intensity of
the pain was so great as to draw from the Amazon Champion, breaking through
the power of her lasso, a great husky moan. Tears welled up in her eyes as
Colins manhood pressed its full length into her and she felt his grip
on her relax so that she would slowly drop toward the ground. Knowing that
the pain would resume momentarily, when his grip would tighten and she would
be lifted back onto his fat organ, only raised a sense of dread at the pain
that would inevitably return in the helpless prisoner.
Her nakedness, save for her tiara,
boots, and bracelets, humbled the proud Amazon. Shame at her exposure before
her enemies crushed the Amazon Maidens will. It ate away at her and
dug its claws, like the talons of an eagle, deep into her spirit. The fact
that she was unable to resist the rapist who penetrated her in the most ignoble
way imaginable was a reproach to her status as Princess of the Amazons. She
could feel a quaking deep inside, a quaking that could only be the collapse
of her own fortitude. The agony she felt, stretching the full length of her
spine, as a result of his thrusting his ramrod deep into her anus, gave rise
to those tears that finally filled her deep blue eyes. The bitterness and
despondency that gripped the heroines mind and spirit at this humbling
confused and frightened her.
Why, she thought to herself,
are they doing this? Why does this happen? Why do men seek to make humiliation
part of their conquest, to humble their enemy as part of their victory? Im
fighting for the betterment of women in this world, in this country of the
United States of America, even fighting for the right of the United States
to proclaim itself, rightly, a beacon of hope and enlightenment. Im
fighting for these very menthese men who seek to destroy meto
ennoble themselves. Yet, men like these will grant women nothing and they
seek only to subjugate me to demonstrate their superiority.
In her desperation, the helpless
Amazon Maid slid into a depressed sense of her own failure. She recalled
the evidence of Penelopes rape in their own apartment and her present
condition in the trunk of the car not twenty feet away. The pain tearing
through the Amazon from behind served as a reminder of her own helplessness.
She saw the large curly-haired Nero in front of her, smiling thinly, holding
the magic lasso. Having spent himself moments earlier, he seemed now only
to be waiting his turn, and the Amazon Champion felt that tragic sense of
her own failure slide even deeper as she imagined that her ignominy would
continue at his hands. What would her sisters think if they saw her
now?
Aaaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhggggghhhh!
Wonder Womans
heartbroken sigh smashed through the restraining power of her magic lasso.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as the beautiful Amazon was reduced to nothing
more than Colins sex-toy, and she gave a ragged voice to the pain each
thrust sent shooting up her spine. Powerless to resist, she was lifted from
the ground by the powerful man holding her.
Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!
Oh!! Each
time he rammed himself fully home inside the broken heroine, her ragged voice
trumpeted his triumph over her.
Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!
Oh!! Faster now and even faster, he battered his manhood as far inside
the helpless girl as he could even as he leaned forward across her
now-nonresisting form. He caressed the silken skin of her back with his cheek
until, driven by a desire he could not name, he placed his open mouth against
that flawless surface, licked it vigourously and savoured the sweet and sweaty
taste. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. As this happened
at a moment when Wonder Womans ass had slid to the tip of Colins
organ, this motion shifted her body so that she slipped off of the hard,
foot-long rod. A release from pain washed over the hapless woman, and she
felt the inner tension relax, but her reprieve was only a momentary
one.
The big mans prick, engorged,
hardened, stiffly erect, reacted to the change from the tight, warm interior
of his victim to the cool exterior air by releasing a sticky white torrent
from Colins desires and fantasies.
AAAAaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhlllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Colin felt the release of his pent-up
rapture. The discharge fell in large spatters all over the back, hips, and
thighs of the unresisting prisoner as she crumpled to the ground and lay
still.
She was naked before her enemies,
bound by her own lasso, and her will at last broken. Neros cum was
smeared across her mouth and face, while Colins seed was drying in
the cool air on her lower body, even as his earlier orgasm still dripped
from inside her. Impassivity had returned to her face, but the streaks of
her tears were still visible on her cheeks, cutting paths into the drying
chalky residue around her mouth. Wonder Womans golden lasso, a gift
of the gods to her on her embarkation to Mans World, was looped loosely
around her shoulders and upper arms. Nero stared at her while Colin pulled
his white briefs up over his shrunken prick.
Doesnt look like
so much now, does she?
Makes you wonder why the
boss wants her, Colin replied.
The two men simultaneously reached
toward the unmoving Amazon and pulled her unresisting to her feet. No,
shes got nothing left, Nero said softly.
As the powerless Champion stood,
unmoving and unresisting before him, the young man holding the lasso slapped
her sharply across the face.
Wonder Woman, eh? Champion of All Women!
He slapped her again.
Colin drove his fist hard into
her side. You cunt! His next punch smashed into Wonder
Womans temple, just below the golden tiara.
Through the ensuing assault,
Wonder Woman endured the beating without a sound, as she had done on other
occasions. Despite the force of the pounding laid against her by the two
large men, she stood her ground and received blow after blow, each one of
which would have leveled an ordinary man. And, as had happened on many of
those occasions, her lack of response drove her attackers to even greater
fury. Punches, slaps, and kicks rained down on her from the two big men,
striking her perfect body and full, round breasts, her beautiful face, her
arms and hips. Because of the power of her magic lasso, and her own Amazonian
endurance, the Princess of Paradise stood fast before these powerful
men.
Finally, Nero, frustrated by
her inscrutable and self-contained manner, began striking her with the looped
lasso he held in his hand. Back and forth he whipped the coiled golden rope,
striking her face and breasts harder and harder, with ever greater violence,
until in a frenzy of what could only have been a combination of despair and
hatred he flung into the face of his prisoner her own greatest weapon.
Youre nothing! he shouted.
NOTHING!!
It was over in scant seconds.
Wonder Woman, freed from the control of her lasso and her strength restored,
lashed out at her antagonists with the sureness and purpose of a trained
warrior. She first struck Nero with a hard straight right directly between
the eyes. The single hard blow carried with it power born of vengeance.
Neros eyes opened wide just before the punch itself landed, and his
jaw dropped in shock. He was unconscious as he was dropped to the ground,
his powerful arms spread wide.
Colin had only turned to make
his escape before the Amazons right hand grabbed him fast by the collar
of his shirt. Easily lifting the thug, the Amazon Champion tossed him the
full distance across the clearing, smashing his chest against a tree thirty
feet away. A weak groan escaped his lips as he slid to the
ground.
Unwrapping the lasso from her
shoulders, the Princess of Paradise Island looped the rope as she walked
slowly toward the car parked under the shade of this clump of trees. As she
walked across the pleasant grove, Wonder Woman reflected on the attack she
had undergone, the pain and humiliation she had suffered. She reached into
the back seat and withdrew her star-spangled costume, then quickly dressed
herself. The soft satin of her patriotic uniform reminded the Champion of
her role in Mans World. She replaced the golden lasso at her hip, and
then released the trunk and pulled her still-unconscious roommate to a sitting
position.
Oh,
Penelope.
Splotches of blood matted the
long blonde hair of Dianas friend; bruises marred her face and were
visible through the shredded blue sweat suit that poorly covered her
body. There were patches of
dried blood at her nose and where it had trickled from the corner of her
mouth down her chin. Seeing her lover so badly beaten, anger seized the Amazon
girl and she gently lifted Penelope from the trunk, hugging her, and placed
her on the ground, all the while staring across the clearing at the inert
form of Colin, the author of this destruction. The Amazon heroine undid the
ropes from Penelopes wrists. Then Wonder Woman walked purposefully
toward the body of the crewcut mercenary, and quickly bound his wrists tightly
behind him, using the same rope that had just been used to restrain her lover.
She made sure that the knots were very tight. She saw the tips of
Colins fingers begin to turn purple.
Returning to Penelopes
unmoving body, Wonder Woman seated herself and gently lifted her beaten face
into her lap. She whispered her friends name, mostly to herself, mostly
to reassure herself that love still existed inside her. The Champion of All
Women leaned forward and lightly kissed her friends torn lips. What
has he done to you? Long fingers pressed through the blonde hair of
the unconscious girl as tears again formed in the deep blue eyes of the
Amazon.
Looking around, she spotted a
public water fountain in a corner of the clearing, near the sign indicating
direction to the rest rooms. Wonder Woman tenderly placed Penelopes
head on the ground and made her way to the unconscious Nero. Rolling him
onto his stomach, she reached into his pants pocket to retrieve a handkerchief.
Then she removed his belt and tightly secured his hands behind his
back.
While at the water fountain,
the silent Amazon washed away the signs of her own degradation and defeat;
then she dampened the cloth to remove the bloodstains from Penelopes
beautiful face. She did so with the utmost gentleness and
love.
*****
Back in Dianas apartment,
Penelope finally returned to consciousness. She had been cleaned up, most
of the signs of blood from her beating at Colins hands washed away.
The bruising remained and was visible on her face, but the discolorations
that marred her body were covered by the fresh set of pajamas she wore. She
lay on her back in bed and awoke to Dianas concerned face hovering
over her.
Penelope winced.
OOOOoooooooohhhhhhhh! What hit me? she mumbled. What
happened?
Youre all right now,
Penelope, Diana said. Two men broke in and attacked us. They
were taking us to
she paused, then continued,
to
their boss. Theyre tied up in the large closet in my bedroom.
Diana handed her a cup of tea.
Penelope smelled the brew and
smiled, but the pain of that small movement made her wince again. Oolong.
You shouldnt have. She took a sip and settled into the pillows.
Tell me what happened. I dont remember anything after that
curly-haired asshole chased me upstairs.
Diana sat on the bed next to
her friend, her hair piled on her head after a shower. He chased you
upstairs? I saw you cornered against the window above the driveway. I
thought
You thought that your poor,
little, wimpy roommate fainted and was carried away, Scarlet-OHara-style,
to the bedroom. I may not be Wonder Woman, but I can defend myself,
roommie.
Flustered, Diana replied, Oh,
no, Penelope, I didnt mean
that is,
well, its just
that I found you unconscious on the bed and I
I guess I just
assumed
Penelopes eyes smiled as
she listened to the heroine try to explain. Oh, yeah, you assumed.
Well, Diana, Ill have you know that I decked him. Yeah, I decked him.
Hit im with my purse.
Diana stared.
OK. I kicked him in the
knee, Penelope said softly.
Diana laughed. You
didnt. Her laughter was uneasy.
Just like I learned in
my self-defense class. Caught him right with my heel, like youre supposed
to. It didnt seem to affect him much. He went down, but he kept his
composure. They didnt tell us what to do if that happened. He grabbed
my ankle as I ran past him, so I tromped on his other hand. Again, it seemed
to have no effect. He caught up to me before I got to the door and threw
me back into the middle of the living room. So I headed upstairs. I remember
getting to the bedroom. Thats all.
There was a bloody wound
on your scalp. He must have hit you pretty hard.
I think I came out of it
once, but it was barely for a moment. What happened to
you?
Chloroform.
Again? Boy, youd
think you would be used to it by now.
Its the tried-and-true
method. I think one of them was
well, he had
that
is
.
He had a hard-on,
Penelope concluded. Where youre concerned, theres quite
a bit of that going around.
Diana sat silently for a long
moment. Penelope noticed tears welling up in her eyes. What happened
to us? the blonde asked quietly.
We were raped, Diana
finally responded. He voice was very quiet. I think we were both raped
while we were unconscious. They attacked me again after we left here. I was
conscious and with them in the car. You were still unconscious and in the
trunk. After the second attack, I was able to capture
them.
Penelope sat absolutely stock-still
as the thought sank in. She felt ill in the pit of her stomach, as if all
of her internal organs had shut down. Her face was pale. She tasted bile
as it rose in her throat and she wanted to vomit. The blonde girls
breathing became more ragged and she gasped as she tried to frame a response.
Her body seemed to shrink as her shoulders sank and she involuntarily pulled
her body protectively together.
Diana reached out and raised
Penelopes face toward her own. She looked into the dark green eyes
of her friend and lover. It was my fault. They were after me. They
used you to attack me.
They
knew
?
Yes. They knew who I was.
They knew where I lived. I think they knew about you and came here knowing
you would be here. She didnt feel very heroic as she said
this.
How
?
The Amazon girl had thought long
about this question. She knew there could only be one answer. They
must work for Liddy. Its the only way that a couple of thugs would
have that information. He found out about me and Ive been waiting for
him to act on the knowledge.
The shock on Penelopes
face spoke volumes.
Liddy had some crazy idea
about having me bear Hitlers clone. He used the information that Kane
had gathered when we were in Delaware
K-Kane? Kane was involved?
Where is that little shit?
Hes not involved
in this, except that he gave the information to Liddy. Liddy works for the
White House. Hes very powerful and he has even more powerful friends.
Hes extremely dangerous. Liddy gave Kane a job at the White House when
he got out of prison. You know how that would appeal to Kanes
ego.
Yes.
Using hypnosis, Liddy found
out about me
and, I guess, us. He has a sample of Hitlers DNA
from some place in East Germany and he wanted to re-create him. But Liddy
couldnt figure out when I was fertile. Kane knew, but he wouldnt
tell him. The last time I saw Kane, he and his girl friend had had their
memories erased by the magic lasso and they left to live their lives somewhere
else.
Could Liddy have found
them again?
He didnt need to.
He had all the information that Kane had put together for his dissertation.
I dont know whether he still wants to go forward with his crazy idea,
or if this is something else.
Penelope stared at her lap. She
asked the question that her roommate knew would have to be asked, and which
she dreaded answering.
Why
didnt you
warn me?
I
thought
I
could protect you.
The shock that showed on the
battered features of Dianas roommate broke the Amazons heart.
Tears poured from Dianas eyes and streamed down her face. Penelope,
dont hate me, she cried. Please try to understand. You
shouldnt be part of what I do. I put my life on the line every day
and you shouldnt have to. I deal with very dangerous people, people
who want to kill me. She didnt know how to finish what she had
to say.
I just never thought they
would want to kill you to attack me.
Penelope took a small sip of
tea. She was trying to think through what had
happened. She dampened her lips,
which had become very dry with Dianas recounting of the assault. You
saw me raped in Delaware. Senator Carlton kidnapped me. I live here. With
you. We make love. How can I not be part of your
life?
Diana didnt have an answer
to that question. She stared into her lap, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She thought of all of the conversations she had had with Penelope, conversations
about life and love, about what it was that Wonder Woman was fighting for,
about Good and Evil. She knew that Penelope was right.
I tried to
make
you
only a
she sobbed, a
part of one side of
my life. You were part of the philosophical world, the world of goodness,
and truth, and beauty. Mans World didnt touch
you.
But it did touch me,
dont you see? It was where we met, and its where you
we
live. I couldnt be shielded from it, no matter how powerful Wonder
Woman is.
Diana stood up and walked slowly
toward the door.
Where are you going?
Penelope asked firmly. It seems to me you have a lot more to tell me
than you already have. Ive always known that youve been hiding
a lot, protecting me. Dont you think that its time that you told
me everything?
After a pause, Diana said,
barely audibly, Everything is a lot.
Ive got nothing but
time.
*****
Penelope was shocked at much
of Diana told her. Diana held little back, realising that her friendship
with Penelope was truly on the line, that leaving out any detail might jeopardise
what she had hoped to protect. She had just finished describing the reasons
for the danger that had engulfed Kane and Audra LeVelle when the phone on
the nightstand rang.
Hello?
Hello, Wonder Woman. You
have something of mine.
It was Liddy.
End of Chapter Three
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