Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter
Four
‘What do you
want?’
‘Why, my dear Diana.
Aren’t you glad to hear from me?’
‘What do you want,
Liddy?’
‘I want what’s mine,
Diana. You have two of my men hogtied in your closet’—Diana whirled
quickly toward the window, peering between the slats of the partially-opened
Venetian blinds, but in darkening early evening failed to find any evidence
of surveillance—‘and you will have to release
them.’
The raven-haired Champion sighed.
She knew that Liddy could and would use his knowledge of her secret identity
at some point. They had arrived at that moment, one she had feared greatly.
‘What have you told them?’
‘Actually, they don’t
know about your identity, Diana. They were simply told that in trying to
capture you and your roommate, Wonder Woman might
intervene.’
She sighed again, this time in
relief.
‘But I can’t guarantee
that your secret will remain completely safe. And even these dullards may
begin to wonder what happened to Diana Prince.’
Diana waited a long time before
surrendering. But she knew she had no choice. ‘All right. I’ll
release them.’
‘You will do more. You will
be wearing your uniform, Wonder Woman, and you will turn yourself over to
their custody. To signify this, you will surrender your golden lasso to these
men. And your roommate will stay there with you,’ Liddy’s voice
was hard now, ‘as insurance. Just to be sure that nothing should happen
to them.
‘Go release them now. When
you’ve freed my men, bring one of them to the phone. I have something
I must tell them.’
She placed the receiver on the
table and looked helplessly at Penelope. ‘I… I have to… free
them.’
‘What?
Wh-why?’
‘Because if I don’t,
Liddy will reveal his knowledge of my secret identity. Perhaps to someone
who will use my relationship with you to get at me, and to hurt you: criminals,
spies, I don’t know. I’m being blackmailed. I—I have to.’
She turned and moved toward the hallway.
‘Wait.’ Penelope shouted
after her. Then realising that Liddy could hear what was being said, she
repeated the word more quietly.
‘Wait.’ From her bed,
she looked into the face of her lover for a long moment. The athletic blonde
rose painfully from the bed and walked across the floor to Diana. Then she
led Diana onto the walkway that edged the loft. ‘We could use this as
a reason to finally put all this behind us.’ Agitated, she continued.
‘Don’t you see? We just leave. We go back to Paradise Island and
we—you—forget about everything here. We’ve talked about this
before, more than once. There was even a time you asked me if I could leave
this world behind. Well, I’ve made my decision. I’m willing to
leave all this. I’m willing to give up everything I’ve ever known
to be with you.’
Diana was stunned, but only
momentarily. ‘I’m not willing to leave this world in the hands
of men like Liddy. I’ve been here for thirty years. Hitler is gone;
Stalin is gone. I’ve seen good men risk everything they had, or ever
would have, in the face of other men who called them traitors for merely
disagreeing with them, who put their lives on the line to try to make it
a better place. Some even lost their freedom, or even their lives, doing
that. There is great hope in the world now. Young women… and men…
have taken the gains of the 1960s and begun to try to change the world. I
fear that if I give up now, some of that hope will
disappear.’
‘Wait a minute. You just
said you’ve been here for thirty years. Thirty years of fighting the
evil in the world: criminals, fascists, dictators. And you’re no closer
to final victory than when you started. You fought Nazis, Italian Fascists,
and the Japanese. You took on Soviet spies and the men and women they hired,
some who just wanted a chance to get rid of the great Wonder Woman. How many
times have you been raped? Does anyone besides me care about
you?’ A tear rolled down the side of the blonde’s nose.
She brushed it quickly away.
‘I know many who do care
about me and what I’m trying to do.’ As soon as she said it, Diana
realised that the words had hurt Penelope. But she had to continue. ‘Have
you seen what’s happening? Women are emerging from their subordinate
roles and seeking positions of power, even here. Israel has a woman Prime
Minister, as does India. There will be more. What happens to me is
not important. But I’ve come to realise that I do matter; I matter as
a symbol.
‘And, believe it or not,
it was you who made me realise that that.’ She reached her hand
out and gently brushed Penelope’s face. ‘I love you, dearest. But
if Wonder Woman simply disappeared, what might be the consequences? Would
the Feminist Movement continue?’
‘Yes!’ Penelope almost
shouted, then quickly lowered her voice. ‘Yes! It would. It doesn’t
depend on one woman, on you. There are women—and men—all over this
country, all over the world, who recognise the power of women: their numbers,
their sensibilities and sensitivity, their talents and abilities. Once
that’s been raised in a woman, and once men begin to recognise those
things, it can never be taken away.’
‘What about men like Liddy?
Can they fight men like that with sensitivity and sensibility? Especially
when men like him hold real power, the power of the Government, the power
of the Law?’
Penelope had never seen her roommate
like this. Usually Diana was a perfect debater, relying on historical precedent,
reason, and principle to make her points. This time, she seemed genuinely
emotional, fearful. She was, Penelope guessed, genuinely afraid of Liddy.
This was an argument that would not go anywhere.
‘I have to get dressed,’
Diana said as she turned her back on her friend.
*****
It was only a few moments later
that the star-spangled form of Wonder Woman re-appeared on the loft where
only hours earlier she had been brutally raped by Nero. Her boots’ polished
red leather scrunched softly as the form of the Amazon Princess took a few
steps toward Penelope’s bedroom.
She stopped, and then turned
slowly and returned to her own room.
Shortly, the Champion of All
Women re-emerged through the doorway. She was closely followed by the two
men she had earlier defeated. One of these men, Nero, gripped her magic lasso
as he unceremoniously shoved the Amazon beauty toward the other bedroom.
As she walked, Wonder Woman was conscious of her powerlessness to prevent
what would surely follow: the threat to herself and to the woman she loved
most in the world.
Penelope had returned to her
bed. Wonder Woman saw the despair in her face as she entered the
room.
‘Where’s the phone,’
Nero said brusquely. Both women indicated the nightstand on the far side
of the bed. He moved to the table and picked up the
receiver.
‘Hello, boss?’ he said
quietly. ‘It’s me, Nero.’
What followed was only a series
of acknowledgements from the henchman. Liddy obviously had his plan in mind
and was merely passing it on to his underling.
The heroine’s super-acute
hearing was able to pick up some of the orders being passed to Nero. What
she heard made her heart sink. The danger for herself and her roommate was
great.
‘OK, boss. I’ll take
care of it. When will you be here?’ He merely grunted a response to
Liddy’s answer to that question. Then he hung up.
‘All right, Wonder Woman.
You move to the corner and stay there.’ Nero’s voice showed both
command of the situation and fear of his boss. He had failed once today.
There would be no repetition. He and Colin stood on opposite sides of
Penelope’s bed and there was no doubt about the peril of her
situation.
‘Where are our weapons?’
Nero asked.
‘In the drawer below the
telephone,’ Wonder Woman answered quietly. The young man opened the
drawer and lifted the two revolvers from within. He tossed one across the
form of Penelope to Colin, who immediately sat on the bed next to the helpless
girl and cocked the pistol. Diana’s blonde roommate flinched slightly
at the sound. She kept her eyes focused on the covers she now gripped tightly
in her hands. The gun was pointed at her head.
‘OK, Wonder Woman.’
Once again, Nero said her name with a hatred that was palpable. He looked
her up and down. Her red leather boots clung to her flawlessly formed muscular
calves like a second skin, the light from the bedroom reflecting off their
highly polished surface. Above them, the bare skin of the Amazon Maid’s
leg was freshly scrubbed. The perfectly round thighs showed her musculature
to its best advantage as she stood awaiting his orders. His orders.
Nero’s orders: He felt his manhood respond to that thought. The blue,
star-studded satin tights clung tightly to her ideal form, protecting her
from prying eyes, and yet, at the same time, inviting them. He remembered
his difficulty in inserting his fingers beneath that taut satin, and how
soft both the fabric and the flesh beneath had felt on his rough hand. The
golden girdle of Hippolyte emphasised the narrowness of her waist and her
femininity as it rested on top of her perfectly round hips. It too glinted
in the apartment’s lights. The golden eagle breastplate and its red
satin field emphasised her ample breasts, which seemed to defy gravity and
served as a focus for most men’s eyes whenever this superheroine was
in public. Wonder Woman’s bare shoulders seemed now to slump, but her
long, tanned arms, ending in those soft feminine hands and long fingers,
showed the immense heroic strength she could so easily draw upon. Though
the skin was silken smooth, the muscles were evident beneath the surface.
It was that strength he would shortly take from her. He stared for a moment
at the dull silver of the Amazon bracelets that encircled her
wrists.
‘On your
knees.’
There was only a moment’s
pause. ‘On your knees, bitch!’ Nero repeated and the threat
was clear. The Amazon Champion dropped to her knees, gazing helplessly at
her roommate.
‘Keep your hands where we
can see them, in front of you. And don’t
move!’
The Champion of All Women watched
as Colin leaned closer to Penelope, his pistol held steadily at her head.
‘Leave her alone.’ Wonder Woman added softly,
‘Please.’
‘You’re in no position
to give orders, super-cunt,’ Nero stated sharply. ‘If my friend
wants to engage in a little foreplay with your friend there, you’ll
just keep your mouth shut!’
The heroine dropped her face
toward the floor. She knew that Penelope would suffer now for the rage that
so many men felt, a rage directed not at the battered blonde who was her
lover, but rather against the Amazon Champion. Throughout her career, Wonder
Woman had been attacked and reviled for being a woman, and for her efforts
to change the role of women in society. On each occasion, the Amazon Champion
had successfully defeated her enemies: Professor Psycho, the Angleman and
others had attempted to degrade her, to reduce her to subservience, or to
destroy her. But in all of those cases, the attack had been direct. Though
Steve Trevor had been suspected as her beloved, both his military training
and his position in the armed forces served as a buffer against a direct
threat against him, if only to give him some necessary training to deal with
the attackers. Only rarely since the Baroness von Günther had conspired
with Senator Arthur Deal had anyone been able the threaten Wonder Woman by
attacking someone else. But here and now, in their own apartment, Wonder
Woman knew she would have to witness an attack on someone she loved, an attack
which was a means of attacking the heroine herself. ‘Hera, help me.
Give Penelope the fortitude to face our enemies, and give me the strength
to overcome them.’
She raised her eyes to see Liddy
standing in the doorway.
*****
‘Keep the blonde covered,’
Liddy ordered. ‘If the Amazon tries anything, shoot
her.’
Both Nero and Colin leveled their
weapons at the bedridden Penelope. She tried to hide her fear, but Wonder
Woman could see wisps of fear skirting across her eyes. The green-eyed blonde
was fit, the Amazon knew, but she had suffered appalling treatment at
Colin’s hands. Her body had been very badly beaten and she had been
raped. Even as strong a girl as Penelope would need many hours to
recover.
‘Stand up, Wonder Woman,’
Liddy ordered, ‘and come over here.’
The Champion rose to her feet,
and as she walked across the room toward her antagonist, she was surprised
by the entry of two more of Liddy’s men, but it was what they brought
with them that froze her in her tracks. The beautiful Amazon stood stock
still, still eight feet from Liddy, as first one man entered, loaded down
with a double armful of heavy chains, the metal rings clinking softly with
each stride; and then a second man, carrying an oxy-acetylene tank and torch
attachment. She felt a heaviness inside her chest and stomach: She knew what
Liddy intended to do.
‘Come here, Amazon,’
Liddy said coldly. ‘And don’t try anything… heroic. Not even
you are fast enough to keep my friends here from splattering your girl
friend’s brains all over that wall.’
The hapless avenger glanced at
Penelope, whose eyes were now as wide as dinner dishes, for she too understood
what was about to happen. She had witnessed it before, and it had been the
catalyst of their friendship. The blonde gave a miniscule shake of her head,
and her lips mouthed the word ‘Fight.’
But the threat to her roommate
was too great, and the lovely Amazon Maid slowly lowered her head and closed
her eyes, steeling herself for the tribulation to come. As if bearing great
weights, her leaden steps resumed toward the shaven-headed leader.
She stood next to Liddy, who
was smiling broadly now. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he said.
‘Paul, bring those here.’
The man carrying the chains did
as he was told. He placed the mound of metal at the booted feet of the prisoner
and he reached onto the top of the stack and picked out one end of the links.
From his pocket, he drew a semicircular half-link, and he easily slipped
it inside the smooth steel circle.
‘Your left wrist, please,
Wonder Woman,’ said the bald-pated villain.
She slowly, hesitantly, reached
her arm forward. It was seized by the gloved hands of the short, blonde young
man who had carried in the torch and tanks. Lightly holding her forearm in
his left hand, for he knew that Liddy’s threat to Penelope would prevent
any resistance, he pressed the open edges of the half-link against her Amazon
bracelet. The dark steel link clashed with the silvery hue of the Amazonium
bracelet. ‘It fits perfectly,’ he said,
smiling.
‘Go ahead, Paul,’ Liddy
ordered. ‘Go do that voodoo that you do so
well.’
The crewcut blonde man Liddy
had called Paul slipped snugly-fitting welder’s goggles over his eyes
and then he pulled out the steel igniter that he would use to light the torch.
He turned the valves on the canisters and the faint hiss of the gas was heard.
A flick of the igniter in his gloved hand produced the spark that in turn
gave rise to a flickering yellow flame from the mouth of the torch. A rapid
adjustment of the nozzle turned the flame from yellow to blue and the roar
of the acetylene torch filled the room. Paul touched the tip of the flame
to the filed steel edge of the half-link and he watched it soften and glow.
The other man, shorter than Paul, and blonder, the one holding Wonder
Woman’s forearm, placed the softening steel against the Amazon bracelet
and in a matter of seconds, thanks to the welder’s deft skill, the two
pieces of metal had become one! It took even less time to fix the other end
of the filed steel half-ring to the Amazon’s left
bracelet.
As the steel rings were lifted
from the stack, two large, heavy shackles were evidenced in the pile. One
shackle was placed around Wonder Woman’s left ankle. The chain ran through
a loop that was attached to it. Paul measured off about two-and-a-half feet
of links and laid these on the floor in front of the Amazon’s brilliant
red leather boots. Then, another shackle, a twin of the fetter that secured
her left ankle, also with a duplicate loop enclosing the heavy steel chain,
was secured around her right ankle. As Paul and the others watched, the blonde
now reached to the floor and plucked up the remaining end of the line of
links. He pulled a second half-circle of steel, similar to the one that Paul
had carried, from his own pocket and easily slipped it through the end ring.
He took a firm grip on the heroine’s right forearm with one hand and
held the half-loop of steel toward Paul.
Paul took the offered gift and
turned the blue flame on one end of the half-ring. It glowed and he pressed
it against Wonder Woman’s right bracelet. As soon as he did so, the
Champion of All Women fell against the blonde man holding her forearm. He
steadied her as her shoulder fell into his chest. Then, as the links joining
her Amazon bracelets were welded into place, she stumbled forward slightly,
seemingly disoriented. He cradled her in his arms and held the defeated,
thoroughly weakened Champion upright. Both Paul and the other blonde man
smiled as they finished their task.
As soon as the first link was
secured to Wonder Woman’s left bracelet, the Amazon Princess felt a
wave of weakness crash through her entire being, like a violent wave of nausea.
It is true that she still had her Amazon strength, for that would not be
taken from her until her bracelets were linked by the chains; but that strength
was under direct attack; men were securing links to her Amazonium bracelets,
and she was unable to prevent the loss of her Amazon strength thereby; the
physical effect of the chains
attached to one of her bracelets and the knowledge of what that represented
sent the beautiful heroine’s mind, and body, reeling. She bent slightly
at the waist, as if she had been seized by a physical sickness throughout
her body. Her mind spinning and her body physically beginning to react to
men’s application of chains to her bracelets, she stood, mute, helpless,
and confused, able to only watch as the torch secured the link to her left
wrist. When the semicircular link had been attached to her Amazon bracelet,
her arm dropped to her side, released by the hireling who had held it, as
if her chain had become an anchor to secure the Amazon in her
place.
She was shaken from her stupor
as the first steel shackle was secured around her booted ankle. The heroine
barely noticed that the man locking the ring in place caressed the leather
and her calf before moving on. Rather, she continued to focus on her chained
wrist. She raised her left arm slightly, as if testing the burden of her
chains, and, as she heard the hard metal slipping through the loop attached
to her ankle, her whole body seemed to slump. Her Amazon strength was being
taken from her! And she dared not resist! When the blonde crewcut young man
secured the second shackle to her right ankle, the Champion of All Women
let her left arm drop in front of her. The sense of physical illness
increased.
Her breathing had become shallower.
She stared down at her bound left wrist and, as through a fog, saw the fingers
of her hand quiver: The first sign that she was losing control over her body.
Ever so slightly, her tall form swayed, a result both of the effects of these
first steps in taking her strength from her and of the fear of what would
happen, not to her, for she had survived similar dilemmas earlier in her
career, but to Penelope, who had done nothing to warrant being placed in
this danger. True, Wonder Woman had not yet been deprived of her strength;
she could still use her legendary power to defeat these criminals. But she
feared the cost of such action. In order to protect Penelope, she would now
do nothing.
The hireling’s firm seizure
of her right forearm revived her, and her swaying increased as the molten
steel first made contact to the right bracelet. Blackness flashed across
her vision at that contact, and she felt her strength being torn from her
body. She could feel the strength actually fleeing from her muscles, which
shuddered spastically. She gasped, and then tried desperately to catch her
breath; the floor seemed to be rocking under her feet; the weakened Champion
of All Women closed her eyes, hoping that doing so would clear the dark fog
that increasingly shrouded her vision. Wonder Woman felt a series of tremors
run through the muscles of her legs and they seemed barely able to support
her weight. Then, as the half-link was finally welded to her right bracelet,
the Princess from Paradise Island sensed an emptiness in her as her strength
was gone from her body. She felt too weak even to stand upright, and her
now seemingly small frame fell against her enemy’s chest. As his hands
reached around her to hold her upright, the Princess’ vision went black
and she felt the room spinning in the darkness. Trying to catch her breath,
Wonder Woman felt her entire body tremble.
When she opened her eyes, Liddy
was standing directly in front of her. Tears glistened in her eyes at the
knowledge that men had chained her bracelets. Her strength was gone. Liddy
was only inches away from her face as he spoke.
‘I will be arrested shortly
for doing my job and following orders. But you are going to help me,’
Liddy said softly.
Wonder Woman gave him a hard
look. ‘Liddy, you know I will never do anything to obstruct the enforcement
of the law,’ she said firmly.
‘Deprived of your Amazon
strength, Wonder Woman, you may want to be more circumspect about your
intentions.’
The heroine shook her head.
‘I’ll never help you. You can do what you wish to me. I will not
help you.’
‘Oh, but it’s not you
who is in harm’s way, Princess,’ Liddy said, almost gloating, speaking
louder now. ‘I know that even without your strength, your powers of
resistance are formidable, and it would take a great deal of time—probably
more than I have—and effort to bring you around. It’s possible
you could never be persuaded to abandon your principles.
‘But if another were to
be threatened, someone, say, close to you…’ He again spoke more
softly.
Wonder Woman’s eyes opened
wide as she turned sharply to face Penelope, now surrounded by Liddy’s
henchmen. None of them had heard Liddy’s threat. ‘If you want to
protect your friend, you’ll do as I say.’
The Amazon Maid took two steps
forward, the clanking of her chains muffled by the apartment’s thick
shag carpeting, but Liddy seized the links nearest him. He was unable to
completely restrain the Amazon Champion, who continued to advance toward
the bed, the foot of which was now only scant feet away. The leader turned
to where three of his men encircled Penelope. ‘Gentlemen, show Wonder
Woman what will be the cost of resistance.’
The Amazon froze in her tracks
as Liddy’s hirelings grabbed the helpless girl and lifted her from the
bed. Penelope tried to scream as both Nero and Paul grabbed her and restrained
her in a painful double chicken wing. Penelope’s cry was cut short by
Colin, who drove his fist into the girl’s midsection and crashed the
pistol he held against the side of her head. Dazed, bleeding from a gash
on her cheekbone near her left ear, Penelope slumped in the grip of Liddy’s
two henchmen.
‘Oh, Diana,’ the blonde
girl moaned.
‘Penelope!’ Wonder Woman was fired with a resolve
to protect her friend. But Liddy was now aided by the fourth thug, who leapt
on Wonder Woman’s back at the same time the leader hauled downward on
the links joining her bracelets. The combined efforts of the two powerful
men sent the Champion crashing noisily to the
floor.
Wonder Woman lay on the carpet,
her arms, restrained by the length of chain binding them, stretching out
as far as they could toward her friend and lover, her hands grabbing at the
air only a short distance in front of her beautiful face. The short blonde
beast straddled her back and Liddy held firmly onto the chains that had taken
away her strength. The White House operative pressed his face in toward hers,
red and filled with fury as he now gave vent to his hatred of the Amazon
Princess.
‘See, Wonder Woman. You
can do nothing! Watch as we put you and your kind in your place.’
In his rage, spittle spattered the Amazon’s face.
‘NNNnnnooooo!
Please… please,
no. Don’t do anything to her!’ Wonder Woman’s voice cracked
as she broke down and cried, desperate to save her friend. ‘I’ll
do anything.’
‘You’ll do nothing,
heroine. You’ll watch and then you’ll help me.’ He scuttled
like a crab along the floor until he lay parallel to the heroine’s form,
all the time keeping his face in hers.
‘Watch!’
‘Gods,
no,’ she wept openly. She could feel the constrained power
in her arms that represented her helplessness.
Colin smiled as he stood before
the struggling Penelope. He pushed his face toward the side of Penelope’s
own face, as if inspecting the damage the barrel of his revolver had done
to her stunning features. Two streams of blood flowed from the wound. He
pulled her straight blonde hair back and then extended his long tongue toward
the red rivulets reaching slowly toward her jaw. Paul grabbed a fistful of
her hair to hold her head in place for Colin’s
purposes.
‘No-oo-oo-oooh!’ the pinned Champion of Justice cried.
She tried desperately to rise from the floor, but the blonde beast’s
knee in her back kept her in place.
Briefly Colin turned his face
to glance disdainfully at the helpless Wonder Woman before dipping the tip
of his tongue slowly at the red globules at the terminus of each flow. He
licked his lips, tingeing them a light pink. And then he lapped up the streams
themselves, placing the full breadth of that bright pink organ against
Penelope’s cheek, and grandly licking away the evidence of his
attack.
‘Watch, Wonder Woman,’
Liddy whispered harshly in her ear. ‘Understand that there will be nothing
you can do. We can have her any way we wish.’ He grabbed the long ebony
tresses on top of her head with his free hand to ensure that she would witness
what followed.
While holding her jaw firmly
in his left hand, Colin pressed his mouth to Penelope’s, plunging his
tongue deep into that orifice. The helpless blonde squealed and grunted her
resistance, but she was restrained by Paul and Nero and, in any case she
was too weak to hold him off.
Nero released his hold on the
blonde girl’s left arm. Paul took over, continuing the painful grip
that sent sharp pains arcing through Penelope’s shoulders. The curly-haired
Nero strode jauntily toward where Wonder Woman was being held to the floor
and dropped to his knees opposite to where Liddy lay. From the opposite angle
he pressed his face toward the hapless Amazon. ‘Do you remember, Wonder
Slut, how we enjoyed one another, just a few hours ago? Colin with your friend
and you with me?’ He smiled broadly, revealing his even, pearly-white
teeth. ‘While I relied on my prodigious physical abilities to win your
heart, Colin has a wider range of skills to accomplish the devotion he enjoys
from his women. He can make them cry out in desire by virtue of some of his
techniques as a lover…’ here Nero started to giggle, ‘and
you saw some of the evidence of those techniques.’
The sadistic Colin glanced over
to where his friend described his talents. As if to emphasise the point that
Nero was making, he wrenched, in a single vicious pull, the pajama bottoms
that covered Penelope’s long, tan legs, revealing the bruising that
was still evident from his earlier mistreatment of Diana’s roommate.
As he pressed the tattered nylon cloth into the helpless blonde’s mouth
to muffle her cries, he pressed his hips and thighs against Penelope’s,
pushing her back against Paul, trapping her between the two. He brought the
pistol down and, still smiling at the powerless Champion of All Women, began
to squeeze the barrel between their grinding hips.
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened,
and she began weeping anew, desperately trying to free herself from the three
men who now laughingly restrained her. ‘OOOhhh,
NNNNOOO!!’
The laughter of Liddy, who had released his grip on Wonder Woman’s
topknot, Nero and the unnamed blonde only increased as Nero produced a ball-gag.
He forced it into the Amazon’s mouth, slapping his palm across her jaw.
‘Can’t have the neighbours complaining,’ he said. She squealed
and swung her head wildly from side to side, vainly trying to toss the object
from her. As he secured the leather straps behind her head, at the same time
locking a thick strand of long ebony hair in the heroine’s mouth, he
ground her face into the carpet. When she was able to return her eyes to
her defiled roommate, tears were streaming down the Amazon’s face, her
jaw was quivering, and her nostrils were flared as she tried to gather her
breath for a renewed effort to break herself free.
‘MMMMMMmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhh!!!’
Wonder Woman was helpless to save her lover as she moaned her agony.
Her shoulders shook and her fingers grasped at empty air as she strained
to reach Penelope.
And her captors laughed.
‘Your principle of peace may not make sense right now, but I think
you’ll see principles of love in action soon,’ Liddy
said.
Nero giggled as she whispered, ‘When Colin
is through, I will get a chance.’
‘By the time this evening is through, Wonder Woman as Champion
of Women will only be a faint memory.’ The harsh voice of the short
blonde cut the Amazon to her soul.
Colin placed the barrel of the pistol at the entrance
to Penelope’s sex.
The muffled screams of both women filled the
room.
*****
Two hours later, Wonder Woman gently held Penelope’s head in her
lap. During that time, she had been forced to watch while the five men assaulted
and brutalised her roommate. They took turns, always three of the men restraining
the weakened heroine, two of them beating or raping
Penelope.
They had done nothing to the Amazon
Princess.
Colin had beaten the hapless blonde with his fists and the pistol he
would always keep with him. The blood that had poured from the cuts along
her scalp, across her cheekbones, and from her nose and mouth was drying
now. Almost black, it obscured her swollen features. There were innumerable
red-and-purple bruises on her shoulders, across her ribs, and on her thighs,
which gave evidence of the battering Colin had leveled against all parts
of her anatomy. Even before he was finished, Penelope’s moans had been
reduced to weak sobs. The crewcut Colin had relished the attack, seeming
to enjoy his work. Throughout, Wonder Woman had cried her muffled appeals
into the ball-gag and Liddy had mocked her vain efforts. ‘How could
I have thought you would be a fit mother for the Führer? She
would have to be a formidable woman, not a dyke who dresses like a
slut.’
When Paul took his turn, he buggered Penelope, pushing himself full
into her. Blood issued from the torn tissues when he removed himself long
minutes later, blood that poured down her thighs and matted the shag carpeting.
That stain had begun to turn black before the criminals were through with
her. However much the Princess wished to shut out the sight of this devastation
of a helpless human being, her love would not let her. ‘You see, Wonder
Woman, how helpless you are. When we are through, you will help me, so that
this will not happen again. To anyone you care
for.’
Nero pushed his cock into Penelope’s torn and bloody mouth. By
slapping her viciously across the head, he forced her to hold him painfully
in her mouth and to massage him with tongue and jaw until he came. Penelope
gagged painfully, Nero’s cum rolling down her chin, mixing with the
crusted blood already there. ‘This didn’t have to happen. This
is happening because of your pride, Wonder Woman,’ Liddy said
harshly.
When Liddy had his time with Penelope—his first time—he
focused on her sex, which the others seem to have reserved for him. He pressed
himself as deep into the battered girl as he could, and then rammed his hips
again and again into the now-unresisting Penelope, who had been lowered to
the floor to accommodate the chieftain, for she no longer needed any restraint.
She grunted each time he plunged and groaned weakly when he finally came.
It was the unnamed blonde henchman who taunted Wonder Woman while the ringleader
raped Penelope. ‘You surrendered to prevent anything from happening
to her. Now you’re helpless to prevent anything from happening to her.
Hah! Wonder Woman, indeed!’
The fifth attacker started by clenching Penelope’s long blonde
hair in his fist and slapping her face to try to revive the nearly unconscious
young woman. Her eyes glimmered as she seemed to return to awareness of what
was happening to her. As soon as this comprehension flickered across her
face, he smashed his fist directly between her eyes. Blood spurted afresh
from her nose as a sickening crack! loud enough to be heard across
the bedroom, evidence of her broken nose, further disheartened the prostrate
Champion. Liddy resumed his mockery of Wonder Woman. ‘Do you think
you’ll still find your dyke lover attractive? What will she think
of the Champion of All Women now?’
Her voice muffled by the gag, Wonder Woman wept and called to her roommate.
Then she watched helplessly as the young man proceeded to arouse himself
by rubbing his hips and cock against the supine Penelope’s hips and
the entrance to her sex. When he was fully erect, he proceeded to tit-fuck
the helpless girl. Placing his manhood carefully between her smallish breasts,
he mashed them together to give himself some added stimulation. When he came,
he spurted streams of the white viscous fluid across her face, into her hair,
and even onto the carpet, now thoroughly stained with black
blood.
When he had completed his turn, it began again. First one, and then
another. The five men continued to batter and violate the now-unconscious
girl. The enjoyment of their victory knew no bounds as they ridiculed and
taunted the Amazon Princess.
‘A dyke who dresses like a
slut.’
‘Wonder Woman,
indeed!’
‘What happens to
me is not important. But I’ve come to realise that I do matter; I matter
as a symbol. If Wonder Woman simply disappeared, what might be the consequences?
Would the Feminist Movement continue?’
‘This is happening because of your pride,
Wonder Woman.’
‘You’re helpless to prevent anything from happening to her.
This can happen to anyone you care
for.’
Wonder Woman gazed into the unconscious face of her friend, roommate,
and lover. She touched her hands and her fingers and the hapless heroine
noted the scarring from when Penelope had saved the Amazon by pressing the
acid-laden handkerchief into the links of an earlier chain that had taken
away her strength. She gently brushed the stark discolourations of the bruises
that covered her shoulders and arms. And after each gentle caress, Wonder
Woman’s eyes came back to the fetters that were welded to her Amazon
bracelets, the links that had taken her strength from
her.
End of Chapter
Four
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