Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter
Six
From her position on her knees,
Wonder Woman looked around her cell. It was small, barely ten feet on a side,
its nine-foot high walls windowless. The cold stones seeped water through
the small gaps in the discoloured mortar where melting ice was visible inside
the bitter-cold chamber. Where the trickling water covered the stones, dark
green moss could be seen covering small portions of the hard, smooth rock
wall, lending the only colour to the otherwise somber room. Lamps in two
corners dimly lighted the chamber, and their flickering glow revealed only
the sparsest of furnishings: A metal cot with a thin mattress and a single
threadbare blanket; no pillow; and a dented metal bucket rudely tossed into
a corner, lying on its side, whose purpose was only too
obvious.
Her gaze shifted to the links
that joined her Amazon bracelets. Even though she knew it would be a vain
attempt, the heroine wrapped her right hand around the half link that had
been welded to her left bracelet and, with what she was sure was all of the
strength she could muster, desperately pulled at the steel semicircle, trying
to separate it from the Amazonium symbol of her races ancient degradation.
She twisted and pulled at the steel, wriggling it in the hopes that some
flaw in the weld would allow it to pop free of her wristlet that had become
a manacle. Even though she had little hope for success in the endeavour,
the beautiful Amazon Maiden felt her heart sink at the
failure.
The stones in the floor formed
a mostly flat surface, and the cell was clean, despite its spartan décor
and frigid temperature. The Princess of Paradise Island placed her hands
flat against the stones as if willing them to separate, allowing her to escape
this latest betrayal. But the metallic scraping of links against the cold,
hard rock told her what she already knew. She was a prisoner of
men.
As she rose to her feet, a wave
of dizziness swept over her, causing her to stumble. The Champion of All
Women rested a moment against the icy stone of the wall and she realised
that this room must be deep beneath the base at which she had arrived only
a short while ago. It took her a moment to recover her senses; then she walked
slowly around the room, inspecting her prison, her three-inch heels echoing
their click-click across the tiny chamber. She looked intently for
any sign of weakness in the walls, which she might use to her advantage,
or even a rocky hook where she could gain leverage against her chains. It
quickly became clear there were none.
As she paced her way along the
perimeter of her prison, her body was reminded of the beating she had suffered
mere minutes ago. Her solar plexus was still sore from the blows delivered
against it and her face, though not bruised, was badly bloodied and she still
felt the pain of the battering delivered by the Chilean
officers.
Wonder Woman felt a genuine fear.
She was powerless, her Amazon strength stolen by the chains that linked her
bracelets. She was helpless, imprisoned by a group of men commanded by an
inveterate enemy, bent on revenge against and domination of this particular
heroine, who at this moment had no hope of escape. An involuntary shiver
passed through her body as the lovely heroine recognised the depth of her
dilemma.
The harsh sound of metal grating
against metal, a key turning in the lock, shocked the heroine back to the
moment. She turned to face the door as it opened. In stepped one of the Chilean
officers who had battered her just moments before, accompanied by three enlisted
men, all wearing dark green fatigues. One of the non-commissioned officers
carried a rifle with bayonet fixed.
The tough-looking enlisted man
leveled his weapon at Wonder Woman while the other two took up positions
flanking the Amazon prisoner. The officer stood directly in front of her,
next to the man with the rifle.
I have been ungracious,
Wonder Woman, he said quietly, his English carrying only the faintest
trace of an accent. I have not welcomed you to Chile. Please do not
think that we are unaware of how to properly treat so beautiful and famous
a woman as yourself.
Wonder Woman glared at the
officer.
You are to provide
entertainment and enjoyment for the officers and men under Señor
Kesselmanns command. If you resist, the results will be the same. It
would be best if you simply submit now.
The Amazon Maiden shifted to
a defensive stance, prepared to engage these men.
But as she did so, the two soldiers
seized her from behind, each grabbing an arm just below the elbow with one
powerful hand and her bare shoulder with the other. She squealed and kicked
her legs at the officer but missed his head by a good two feet. With her
feet off the floor, the enlisted men easily rushed the Princess backwards,
smashing her against the stone wall with a heavy thud. A millisecond
later there was a sickening crack! as the heroines head smashed
against the vertical, icy stones.
The force of the blow dazed Wonder
Woman and she hung limp in the grip of the men, who simply dropped her to
the floor. The helpless Amazon Maids eyes were open but she could not
focus on her attackers; slowly her head lolled from side to
side.
Corporal Cuellar,
the officer ordered the man wielding the rifle. Prepare
her.
Wonder Woman lay on the rock
floor, trying to regain control over her body. Her eyes fluttered, her head
rocked slowly from side to side, but she had been so stunned by the sharp
blow to the back of her head that her body lay as if paralysed by the numbing
impact against the unforgiving stones. Corporal Cuellar approached her body
and, with the butt of his M-14, he spread her legs apart. Dimly aware of
her exposure, the benumbed heroine tried to voice her resistance. N-n-nno,
nnnoo, she whispered. The star-spangled costume that clung tightly
to her curved around the tops of her thighs and spread from the narrow channel
between her legs outward to both front and rear, protecting her from the
prying eyes of men. The dark blue satin, bedecked with the scattering of
white stars, lay flat and taut against the surface of her hips, ever so inviting
to all who saw her. The armed corporals eyes fastened on the
heroines famed uniform.
Reversing his rifle, he poised
the bayonet at her entrance and, delicately, professionally, used the razor-sharp
point to cut through the satin, while doing no harm to the sensitive tissue
beneath. When Cuellar had cut open a four-inch breach in the satin, he stepped
back, smiling.
Bueno!
the officer complimented him, staring at the masterful surgery.
Bravo!
Then he looked at the helpless
Wonder Woman. You are ready? he asked, smiling
broadly.
uuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh, Wonder Woman groaned weakly, her head
still rocking back and forth. She was aware that her body was threatened
by these men, but not that her last line of defense had already been breached
by the bayonets point. Desperately trying to resist, her body began
to writhe sensuously. Corporal Cuellars manhood responded and his fatigues
took on the aspect of a tent pole in his groin. The hapless Amazon girl lay
open to the sexual desires of any who wished to do her
harm.
The officer undid his trousers
and quickly pulled them clear of his well-muscled legs. He moved closer and
stepped between the spread legs of the dazed heroine. He laid a hand on her
lower leg, letting it rest partly on the silken-smooth calf and partly on
the shimmering red leather of her boot. Where he connected directly with
her skin, the heroines skin felt clammy. As he let it lay there, his
prick seemed to come to life, the head bobbing slightly in response to the
touch. Then he placed both hands on the insides of her thighs, pressing them
still further outward, opening her exposed sex to him. The Princess, moaning
in her daze, swallowed hard and tried to fight her way through the haze that
surrounded her. Her body tried to go rigid, but Corporal Cuellar intervened
and smashed the butt of his M-14 against the side of her head. The act took
barely a second or two, and once again, Wonder Womans vision narrowed
to a pinpoint, the faded colours surrounded by deep blackness.
The Chilean officer traced a
line up over her knee and her thigh all the way up to the edge of her dark
blue tights. He slipped his fingers between the clean edges of the slit,
pulling the torn material apart, revealing her bush. The hair was as dark,
if not darker than that on her head. The instinct of the Champion of All
Women was to try to cover herself again, but the pain and confusion she felt
allowed her only to flail her hands helplessly, the chains rattling like
Marleys ghost. The officer took his own hand away from her and sat
for a moment studying the beautiful prisoner. In her blind helplessness,
the lovely Amazon Maid felt sick and utterly vulnerable. But the battering
she had received spared her the sight, if not the sensation, of what followed.
The officer dipped his hands downward and picked up his penis, letting it
sit limply in the palm of his hand.
He clasped his fist around himself and started pulling and stroking,
running his hand up and down the stem with a regular, almost rhythmic movement.
His other hand lay inert on the perfectly round thigh of the powerless Amazon.
Her attacker seemed to go into
a trance. He stared at her, but no longer seemed to see her. Instead he seemed
to be watching an interior movie of himself, his eyes half-closed and his
mouth half-open, and there were small grunting noises coming out of him.
After a while, his free hand gripped her thigh more tightly, the squeezing
of that hand keeping up a cadence with the stroking actions of the other.
Wonder Woman sensed the tightening grip on her thigh and struggled to pull
herself back to fuller awareness. Each successive grasp was tighter and more
painful than the last. His gaze fell on the still-helpless woman before him,
but his eyes remained glazed. His smile, if thats what it was, left
his teeth bared, more like a grimace.
He was working harder now, and
under his fingers and his imaginings his prick swelled slowly. Ha
ha
ha
. He took a half-laughing series of breaths and looked
down at his swollen prick.
His voice was softer and unsteady.
Im-pressed? he asked the captive girl, his sounds mere mutterings
as he was taking air in bigger gulps now.
He removed his hand from her
thigh and reached his arm out toward the trapped Amazon. The officer grabbed
her hip in his large hand, pulling himself toward her still form, all the
while seeming to enjoy the caress of his fingers on his stiff member. He
immediately began to caress the satin tights, squeezing and releasing their
smoothness, enjoying the tactile softness of the universally-famous costume.
The officers cock now stood at the entrance to the torn opening. Slowly
he pulled her toward his thick probe. Her chains rattled on the stone floor
and echoed hollowly in the cell. Then he easily lifted her hips from the
ground; her head dragged along the stone floor, her long raven hair showing
the path of her dishonour. As the officer did so, his manhood finally rose
to its fullness. He started to slide two fingers inside his captive. And
just before he did so a shiver crossed his face, carrying with it clear evidence
of distaste. Then he pushed into her. Wonder Woman, helpless, moaned loudly.
He pushed again and once more she yelped, more quietly this
time.
As if speaking to a small pet,
he said, Good girl. He withdrew his hand and inserted himself
fully into the Champion of All Women. The dry interior was not welcoming
and Wonder Woman, even in her bewilderment, could tell he was already beginning
to droop.
Damn it, he said,
and he withdrew slightly and began to pull at his prick again. Damn
it! He seemed almost angry now.
He was able to coax it back to
life and he climbed on top of the woman. Again, it began to soften, but he
stiffened it with his fingers and finally managed to push them and it in
together.
oooooohhhhhhhhhhhgggghhhhhhnnnnn, the Amazon moaned
weakly.
He pushed farther. Wonder Woman
closed her eyes, like a child waiting for the danger to pass, and she felt
a flush of shame grip her. How could she, the Champion of the Amazons, be
degraded in this way? To be taken without resistance by this
male.
Although this officer had indeed won the bidding, his victory had been arranged
in advance by Kesselmann, who wished to humiliate his prisoner by having
her raped first by this officer, well known for his sexual
preferences.
No, no, she whispered
again. Her resistance came to a sudden end when a guards hand grasped
her hair and smashed the back of her head against the floor of the cell.
Once more, pain and dizziness gripped the poor heroine.
But the officer was too busy
to notice the soldiers action. He was hard at work, grunting and thrusting
and swearing under his breath. God damn it, God damn
it
.
He swelled inside her. He removed
his finger and then he thrust some more, his breath coming now in large pants,
like a horse snorting his way back to the stable with a full load. His face
was a deaths head, eyes screwed up, a grimace formed around his mouth,
every muscle straining and pushing as if it would snap.
Then, suddenly, there came a
great grabbed snort and yell and he fell, limp, on top of the hapless beauty.
A hot stream of sticky fluid rolled out of her and flowed down her thigh
as the officer pushed himself up and withdrew his withered member. He rolled
off her, gasping for breath, like someone rescued from
drowning.
He lay for a moment on his back,
half-laughing, half-gasping.
The Great Wonder Woman!
I fucked the Great Wonder Woman.
It was over for
him.
For Wonder Woman, it was just
beginning.
*****
The officer quickly dressed and,
with his retinue, left the cell, leaving the hapless heroine lying on the
floor.
Shortly, she began to stir, the
hot stickiness now dried and the pain of her rape only slightly diminished.
As she rose to her knees, the cell door slammed open again. Another major,
this time bringing six men, a lieutenant and a squad of solders, trooped
into the room. Without a word, two of the enlisted men seized the Amazon
and, firmly gripping her, pulled her roughly to her feet. She twisted her
torso in an effort to resist, but the smiling group of men watched her failure
with something approaching glee.
So you choose to still
resist us, Wonder Woman? the major said softly. By the time my
men have done their duty, that defiance will be well over. He took
a step back.
Another enlisted man entered
the prisoners cell, carrying a small canvas-backed chair. The major
settled into the chair, loosening his belt as he did so. When he seemed
comfortable, he waved his left hand in the direction of his squad, keeping
his right buried in his trousers.
The two who held the Amazon prisoner
dragged her to the small bed against the wall. Her chains scraped metallically
across the stone floor of the cell, the sound mixing with the sharp clicking
of the Amazons boots. When she had been pressed against the mattress,
a third man reached down and tore away the last vestige of her protection,
shredding her star-spangled tights, and tossing them into the corner near
the dented bucket. All this was done under the eyes of the lieutenant, standing
nearby, who oversaw their actions.
The revelation of her most intimate
region caused the majors eyes to open wide and his right hand began
to shift aggressively. The enlisted man who provided the chair was the first
to approach the restrained Wonder Woman. The weakened prisoner kicked her
legs wildly, hoping to incapacitate the sergeant with a hard blow to his
shin, his groin, even his chest. But the laughter of all of the men emphasised
her failure.
The powerless Amazon Maiden was
held by two of the men, their grunting confirming Wonder Womans resistance,
while two more of the soldiers, including the man who had provided the major
with his seat, grabbed the foot of the bed and turned it, so that now, instead
of resting along the wall, it stood outward at an angle, head-in to the cold
stones. Then, those same two men grabbed her legs, one of them positively
caressing the supple, yielding, red leather of her boot.
Raoul! the lieutenant snapped at him. Shocked
back to the moment, he turned his rapt gaze to the prisoner, all the while
ensuring that her boot did not escape his grip.
The two who held her legs spread
her extremities, opening the hapless heroine to the junior officers
assault.
The major merely watched. His
right hand was moving slowly under his trousers; his upper body was slowly
rocking back and forth in the canvas-backed chair; but his eyes were clear
and focused on what the men were doing. Take your time with her,
he ordered.
*****
It took almost an hour and a
half for all seven men to rape Wonder Woman. At first, her resistance was
intense, as she struggled against the four men who held her arms and legs.
She twisted and pulled, tried to kick and strike, groaned, shouted and even
attempted to bite the strong young soldiers who restrained her. The rattling
of the infernal links that had taken her strength sounded coldly across the
small cubicle, echoing off the sounding board provided by the stone walls.
But her efforts were all in a lost cause. First the lieutenant, and then
the sergeant, pressed himself painfully into her. Their hands stroked her
thighs, her hips, and what remained of her satin uniform with its golden
belt. In a fit of ecstasy, the younger officer, the first man into her, tore
away part of the golden eagles wing that covered and supported her
left breast. When the ample mammary fell into view, there was a collective
intake of breath by all presenteven the major, whose rocking quickened
and the movement of whose right hand, still mostly out of sight inside his
trousers, became ever more agitated. The lieutenants hand moved to
the firm teat and, at first almost gently, brushed along its side. In short
order, however, his fingers pinched the pale pink nipple and his hips plunged
into her harder and harder and faster and faster until he seemed almost
cartoonish in his sexual frenzy.
By the time the lieutenant and
sergeant had finished the heroines second and third rapes, Wonder
Womans resistance had noticeably diminished. The violence of her
contortions was substantially less; her kicks and tugs on the grips of the
men who held her were less frequent and less vigourous; her screams and cries
had softened to sobs. Tears rolled down the side of her face and disappeared
into her ebony mane, which surrounded her still-beautiful face like a black
aura. The Champions breathing was more a whimpering, as she realised
that no amount of resistance could undo the effects of the chains, whose
rattling had also been almost completely stilled.
The non-commissioned officers
hot seed still dripped from her, smoothing the entry of the next soldier,
a corporal. But that didnt mean that his rape was painless. In fact,
the size of his prick meant that he would press deeper still into the heroine,
stretching her internally, until the tip of his manhood probed the inmost
reaches of the Amazon Maiden. She thrashed anew, briefly, at the intrusion,
but her resistance was quickly quelled, both by the strength of the men who
restrained her and her own growing exhaustion. Her resistance would only
rarely flare up sporadically during the remainder of her ordeal. Wonder Woman
had been broken.
aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Wonder Woman sighed in anguish. When
would this end? How can the gods allow this to happen? That she had no answer
for these questions caused her body to finally slump in the grip of the soldiers.
It seemed to offer a visual signal of the end of her
resistance.
One after another then, they
raped the helpless Champion of All Women. By the time the seventh and last
of them, a young-looking private, slid between her legs and pushed his prick
into her, it was no longer necessary to restrain her, though two soldiers
stood by to prevent any final resistance from the beaten beauty. Her eyes
had closed and her head was thrown back, revealing the soft and lovely throat
that the young man covered in kisses and bites. Her body was dripping with
sweat despite the cold temperature in the room. Those who had preceded him
stared as he rocked back and forth on top of the prisoner. Her red satin
breastplate was by now torn in several places and the golden eagles
head, wing, and talons were ripped away from the soft fabric. As the youth
pressed again and again into his victim, the golden eagles head rose
and fell as the remains of her costume were squeezed upward against her now
naked breasts, almost obscenely mirroring his violation.
Powerless and pitiful, Wonder
Woman lay on the low bed, trying to muster enough strength to simply lift
her arms in her own defense. By the time it was over, she failed even to
do this. Hera, help me, she thought to herself. Why do
you allow this?
But there could be no help for
the hapless Amazon Maid. Nor would this squad of rapists be the end of the
savage attacks.
The seventh of the troops dressed
himself, then followed his squad from the cell, leaving the major still sitting
in his canvas-back seat, still fondling himself beneath his open trousers.
His breathing was quick and loud as he now rose unsteadily and quickly covered
the few feet to where the heroine lay. Holding his fully extended penis and
rubbing it to maintain his erection, he leaned over the unmoving prisoner,
and placed himself against her ample breasts, so that his prick could now
explode into her beautiful face.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
UUUUUuuuullllggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!
UUUuuugggghhh!!
the major grunted as he came. Each squeal coincided with a thrust of his
hips downward and toward the Princess angelic countenace. Each thrust
deposited more of his manhood across the captive. The last two moans were
accompanied by numerous ejaculations, so that, as he finished, he swayed,
exhausted and dizzy, as he stood over her.
He regained his composure and
zipped himself. He brushed still-viscous streams of fluid toward her lips,
pushing his fluid between them and into her mouth. You seem,
he said, to have ceased your foolish resistance, Wonder
Woman.
Here, he whispered
as he pressed her cheeks to open her ruby lips, take it all. Im
feeling generous. He fairly scooped his cum into her unresisting maw.
As it slid down her throat, the barely conscious Amazon hacked, choking on
the briny seed. She rolled her body over onto her stomach and tried to expel
the foul fluid.
She barely heard his chuckling
as he exited, slamming the door shut loudly behind him.
Dear gods and goddesses,
why must I be so treated, she prayed. Is this to be the only
result of my mission? The humiliation and sense of failure sat on her
mind as she lay with her eyes closed, trying to gather her strength. The
salty taste of her latest conqueror clung to her tongue as she tried to find
the strength to push herself upright.
But the ratcheting of the key
and the crashing open of the heavy door to her cell told her that she would
not have time even for this.
*****
A new squad of soldiers entered
her cell, once more under the command of yet another of the officers who
had witnessed her arrival. The order for their visits had been
determined by the bids that they had submitted to Kesselmann and Liddy. This
third officer was not known so much for his sexual prowess as for his enjoyment
of brutality. He carried a tripod and movie camera, along with a small satchel,
which he placed on the floor while he set up his
equipment.
The major placed two powerful
lights on opposite sides of the bed, framing the battered Amazon girl in
their brilliant glare. Then he placed the first roll of film in the camera.
He sighted through the eyepiece, framing his shot so that he covered almost
all of the space that was illuminated without having to swivel the
camera.
He then turned toward the squad
leader and gave him a quick nod. Three of his troopers fairly ran forward
and, lining themselves along the side of the bed nearest the wall, they bent
and quickly lifted, heaving the Amazon, along with the mattress and the
bedclothes, to the floor.
Throwing the metal bed stand
out of the cameras range, two of them grabbed the prisoner and wrenched
the unresisting form of Wonder Woman to her feet. She was unable to stand
after the treatment she had endured. The two enlisted men roughly supported
the Princess, their hands finding their way to her intimate and secluded
places.
When one privates fingers
penetrated her sex, the Champion responded weakly, her eyes fluttering open
and a weak groan passing her lips. Those same fingers next found their way
between those same ruby lips, to the raucous laughter of all
concerned.
The officer turned the knob for
a tight close-up of her degradation. But he quickly pulled back for the physical
beating the men administered to the unresisting beauty.
Each man took his turn pounding
her famous, flawless face and her powerful torso. Minute after minute, hard
fists crashed into her jaw and cheekbones, her ribs and breasts, one after
another, until it seemed that no mortal could survive the terrible punishment
meted out to the Champion of All Women. Her groans ceased even before the
first of her attackers had finished with her. The soldiers paused every ten
minutes to allow the major to change rolls of film. However, these intervals
were anything but respites for the helpless heroine.
Señorita
Wonder Woman. Por favor, dont hurt us, one enlisted man
said with mock sadness, as he pressed his face directly into the Amazons.
Dont use your great strength against we poor
men.
Señorita
Wonder Woman. Take pity, another said, approaching the prisoner. Reaching
out and taking a firm grip on her jaw, he lifted her face to theirs.
Dont kill us.
Is this, the first
said, his fingers seeking her golden tiara under the tousled ebony mane,
a symbol of royalty?
Wonder Woman could only cough
weakly in reply.
So? You are a Princess?
he asked. Should a Princess not be able to defend herself? The movies
we see of you here show your great prowess.
The major completed his replacing
of the roll of film and he quickly signaled his troops to resume their attack.
The whirr of the cameras gears was loud in the small
cell.
Do you not have great prowess,
Señorita Wonder Woman? We have seen you defeat many men in
your history. Is it possible, you are getting to old to be such a great
heroine?
Once again hard fists crashed
against the beautiful Amazons body. Her luscious red lips were cracked
by their force and a trickle of blood poured afresh across her chin, mixing
with the ugly red-brown smear already there, brightening its
hue.
Dazed, barely conscious, barely
able to stand, supported upright only by the men who held her, the Champion
felt the sharp pain of each blow as it landed. Each blow dragged her closer
to redeeming unconsciousness.
Suddenly she felt a large hand
firmly grip her thick ebony hair at the back of her head, and her head was
thrust downward, to what end she had no idea. Her face broke through the
thin coating of ice on the surface of water in the bucket. The sharp coldness
of the water, reviving her, snapping her eyes open, also made her aware of
her intense weakness. Too weak to lift her arms in her own defense, her legs
like butter left too long on the table, the muscles of her upper body even
too weak to support her head upright to allow her to face her attackers.
But the cold water shocked her mind back to a sensibility of her circumstances.
A sharp intake of breath, a short shriek of shock before she was plunged
a second time into the frigid liquid. All of this was conscientiously filmed
by the major.
The water flowed down the sides
of her head, coating and streaking the tattered remains of her costume. It
clung to the ends of her long curly locks. Her face had been swept clear
of the bloodstains on her jaw, and now showed only the discolouration of
the bruising inflicted on her by the enlisted men. She hung helpless in their
grip, both her breasts by now exposed; the red satin of her uniform was in
tatters; and the golden eagle ripped and separated from the legendary costume.
Her golden belt, the gift of her mother, hung loosely to her, resting on
top of her finely round hips. With her tights gone, her neatly shaped bush
was exposed and plainly visible to the camera, and her perfectly round thighs
still showed the great power of the superheroine, but this was power which
she could no longer call upon. Her knees were both bent and her calves offered
no support to her dangling body. The red leather of her boots, formerly shiny
and glinting the dim light of the cell, were now scuffed and water-stained.
One foot lay on its side on the floor, while the other seemed to independently
seek traction, though all Wonder Woman could obtain was to appear to stand
on tip-toe as she sought to gain purchase and place her foot under
her.
Although the Champion of All
Women was conscious as a result of the freezing water that now formed a puddle
beneath her, when the door slammed open again she barely responded. It was
only when she heard the familiar voice that she struggled to raise her
head.
The great Wonder Woman
has nothing to say to the man who has captured her? Kesselmann
laughed.
End of Chapter
Six
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