Wonder Woman:
Trial by
Ordeal
by
marat
Chapter
Eight
Wonder Woman was utterly exhausted.
Her strength robbed, her body battered and enervated, she sobbed as the mixture
of pleasure and pain sent wave after wave of tension and release through
her body, which was now shaking uncontrollably. Rivulets flowed from inside
her sweet-smelling sex down the black probe that reached ever deeper into
her, searching out her most sensitive point.
The scene would have been
unimaginable for anyone from Paradise Island to credit. The Princess of their
race had been secured to a thick metal post, her sweat-soaked body now sagging
on her knees on a rough piece of wood two feet above the shiny stone floor
of a small, freezing cell. The heroines great strength had been stolen
by the single link that joined her Amazon bracelets and which secured them,
in turn, to the steel rings looped around her ankles. The smooth muscles
of her once-powerful arms were stretched taut just beneath her so-soft flesh,
the arms themselves drawn back in a painful line toward her familiar highly
polished red leather boots, themselves scuffed and torn following her ordeal.
The hard edge at the top of a round metal post dug into the base of her skull.
It allowed for no respite from her agony.
The Champion of All Women was
near her breaking point. Piercing physical pain tore at her arms and shoulders,
pain that she could not ignore as long as the chain took away her strength;
bitter shame at her nakedness overwhelmed her, as these mere men observed
her torture and degradation; she felt intense sorrow at the loss of Penelope,
her dearest friend and fierce lover, whose life she had been unable to save;
and now, her passion was reaching uncontrollable heights, her hips and thighs
quivering with ecstasy, driven by the sinister mechanical device which slowly,
inexorably, penetrated ever deeper into her. And in her mind, the last refuge
of her Amazon dignity, all that had happened to her had been reduced to a
single question. Why, oh gods, why?
Sweat poured down her face, neck,
and shoulders, covering her ample breasts and her exposed chest with glimmering
streaks that reflected the light from the bare bulbs in the cells ceiling.
Her breathing was harsh and loud, as the helpless heroine gasped vast gulps
of air into her dry throat. Her head was thrown back, her long black locks
hanging almost to the small of her back, covering the post and giving those
viewing from behind a sensation of a delicate balancing act on the 4x4
block.
Gods, she whispered,
barely audible except to those nearest her. Gods, have
mercy.
She is pleading for
mercy, one informed the group. Laughter erupted from the assembled
officers. Shell not find it here, another responded. Laughter
rounded the room a second time.
The soft mechanical whirring
continued as the rapidly vibrating tip of the black device finally found
the Amazons g-spot. As it did so, her hips elevated, placing even greater
strain on her back and shoulders, and bringing even more intense pain to
her arms. The cry that escaped her lips was of such exquisite sensuality,
a perfect combination of pleasure and pain, that the men assembled collectively
took a step toward the defeated figure in the centre of the room. The convulsive
quaking that had been previously been confined to her hips and thighs now
seized her entire body, and the cry became a long moan.
Finally defeated, Wonder Woman
fell into unconsciousness. Her prayer had been answered.
*****
Outside the base, along a dark
stretch of fenced perimeter miles from the entrance to Wonder Womans
hell, a few hundred meters protected only by razor wire and an electric charge
sufficient to kill even the large mammals that might wander into the area,
two satchel charges were readied to open a breach in the protecting periphery.
The first, the smaller of the two, would blast a hole under the wire, deep
enough for the diminutive attackers to crawl under the first line of defense.
The second would tear a hole in the electrified fence large enough for the
attackers to enter the grounds of this fortress, whose purpose seemed so
secretive to those who tried to earn a living in these mountainous border
regions. To them, the secretiveness meant weapons or money. Both would aid
their cause; either was sufficient to run the risk.
Their leader, Paolo, had known
Che Guevara. Paolo remembered the inspiration he had brought, an inspiration
that had been lost in the years since his murder at the hands of the Bolivians.
Paolo had not forgotten, even while many other followers had deserted the
cause. The American Government had provided weapons that had decimated their
numbers, and those losses had disheartened still more. When this base had
been built, it was as a direct challenge to Paolo and the guerrillas. This
was their land, their people. Now the governments of Chile
and Argentina were placing soldiers on territory that had been controlled
by the Marxists for years. If the guerrillas did not have a victory soon,
their cause would be lost.
Tonight, they would gain that
victory.
*****
Though unconscious and oblivious
to her surroundings, the helpless Amazon Maiden continued to grind her hips
downward against the insidious device that had penetrated her. Thick nectar
flowed down the black probe and, even unconscious, moans still fell from
her full red lips. At last, Kesselmann ordered the device removed from her.
But this order was not a result of any mercy, for the Nazi had none. Rather,
he saw that the fruition of his vengeance was at last at hand. The black
probe was handed to him by a major who wrapped his hand around the objects
base before turning it over to his superior, and who returned to his place
in the crowd trying to unobtrusively smell his palm. Kesselmann himself seemed
to caress the object, pressing against his body, his one good hand fondling
its shape, his sharp nose sniffing the aroma of his prisoners
nectar.
The ring that joined her bracelets
was now separated from those that encircled her ankles, freeing her body
from the worst excesses of the hog-tie, though the link still deprived the
Champion of All Women of her strength. Her entire body seemed to relax as she was stretched
full-length before her masters. Then the unconscious Amazon Princess was
lifted from her pillar and placed on the cold stone
floor.
The image she presented to the
officers was certainly not that of the heroic Wonder Woman that all had
envisioned when they had first been told of her arrival, still only mere
days ago. All that had transpired left merely an impression that much more
time had passed. True, her beauty was still unmarred, and the perfection
of this physical specimen was evident to all. But as she lay on the floor,
only remnants of her familiar costumethe gold tiara, her red leather
boots, and the golden girdle of Hippolytewere all that remained. Near
her were the tatters of the red-and-gold breastplate, the eagle now almost
unrecognisable, and the famous, star-spangled V-shaped tights that had protected
her most sensitive and private area from prying eyes, the latter cut by sharp
bayonets and torn by anxious officers hands. When the heroine had arrived
on American shores from her Paradise Island homeland during World War II,
the original incarnation of those objects of masculine desire had been more
modest, looking more like what Mary Quant would later perfect as hot
pants in the 1960s. Now, in the 1970s, her redesigned uniform reflected
the greater liberation that Wonder Woman had come to symbolise to American
women. The bustier had become tighter and revealed more of her bosom. The
earlier costume had been of a single piece construction. But in its new
manifestation, the blue and white-starred panties were a separate piece of
clothing: smaller, higher cut on her legs, more revealing of her round, shapely
hips and even her buttocks.
These changes had led many to
accuse her of a slutty appearance, particularly among those,
like Liddy, more conservative in their views. They equated her new costume
and its revealing nature with Wonder Womans vigourous defense of the
civil liberties of critics of administration policies, declaring that the
heroine was no longer a true American. Liddy relished Wonder
Womans defeat for this reason. No one, not even Kesselman, driven as
he was by thirty years of hate, felt a greater exultation at the sight of
the sweating, exhausted, defeated woman who now lay motionless on the floor
of the frigid cell.
Her tangled hair was splayed
out around her head, surrounding it like a black nimbus, as she lay, face
down on the ground. Glints of the golden tiara were visible through the raveled
mesh of ebony, and the red star centered on the gold band across her forehead
was occasionally viewed as, in her pain and delirium, her head rocked from
side to side. Eyes closed, her nostrils flared as she slowly recovered from
her ecstasy; her flawless skin and beauty still stimulated every one of her
observers, despite, or maybe even because of, her evident helplessness. The
full red of her lips were alternately pressed together, as the devastated
heroine seemed to recall her ordeal, and then hang open provocatively. Her
pink tongue reflexively reached outward to moisten those luscious rubies,
but the devastation she had suffered ensured the failure of this seemingly
simple task.
Her chest and shoulders expanded
and contracted slowly as she breathed deeply, the sweat-soaked skin shiny
in the harsh light coming from above. Her full breasts were pressed against
the polished stones beneath her, flattening outward enticingly. The powerful
muscles in her back seemed to finally relax, their hog-tied ordeal ended,
and they lay smoothly against the all-too-perfect flesh that was visible
to all.
The beaten heroines body
tapered to her narrow waist, the small of her back completely soaked with
perspiration, which rolled down her sides toward the floor in large droplets;
then her body exploded outward in those perfectly round, perfectly muscled
hips, the hips and ass, which, when covered by the white stars that sprinkled
the dark blue field of her tights, had driven so many men wild with curiosity
and desire; hips which were here revealed in all their perfection for the
eyes of these Chilean officers. Resting on top of her buttocks, her bound
hands and wrists seemed utterly powerless, the fingers curled feebly.
Her round, perfect thighs were
spread, revealing the swollen and flaming red of her sex, giving clear evidence
of its excitement and mistreatment. A drop of her sweet honey hung on the
lip of the entrance to her, glistening enticingly in the unshielded light
from above. The insides of her perfect legs were spattered with the discoloured
residue of that juice, by now hardening into crusty splotches many inches
from the source. If she had been rolled onto her back, these voyeurs would
have seen that these deposits virtually covered her entrance, lying in veritable
globs on her perfect isosceles triangle of pubic hair and in the creases
between her thighs and the entrance to her battered vagina. Below her knees,
the scuffed and torn red leather of her boots was its own evidence of Wonder
Womans destruction at the hands of her enemies. And, as if to provide
an exclamation point to this defeat, her entire body still visibly quivered,
a result of the excitation and ecstasy to which she had scaled, of the
debilitation of her strength in the face this relentless attack, and of her
shackling by men.
The vision was more than any
man could have resisted; and certainly the men who viewed her now were not
to be restrained. Though unconscious, the Amazon Maid would now be subjected
to more than a dozen rapes. One of the last would be Liddy, who would enjoy
this final triumph over his enemy.
Through it all, Kesselmann would
look on approvingly. His moment of vengeance had arrived.
*****
Paolo and his aide had just finished
digging a shallow trough in the frozen earth under the concertina wire that
provided the first line of defense outside the perimeter of the base. Sappers
now carefully placed the satchel charge into the furrow and made certain
that the principal force of the blast would be directed upward against the
nearby metal post to which the wire had been secured and the wire itself.
The small size of the charge would not alert even sentries less than a half
mile away, who would only hear what would later be described as a faint
pop. A much larger charge would later be used to blast a gap in the
eight-foot-high electrified fence a few feet behind the wire. This gap would
be large enough for the fifty men Paolo led into action tonight to race onto
the installation and eventually make their way toward the buildings where,
he hoped, weapons and equipment could be secured.
*****
Four officers, in various stages
of undress, stood over the battered and powerless Amazon. Each held his erect
penis in his hand; each tugged, with varying amounts of vigour, at his member.
One merely shook his member, whipping the last hanging dribble downward toward
the naked girl. Another, much younger, vocalised his exaltation, simultaneously
bending his knees and his body at the waist, reaching his free hand down
to fondle Wonder Womans unmoving thigh. He placed the full curve of
her leg against his palm and fingers, rubbing all the way from the back of
Wonder Womans knee to the back of her hip. Unthinking, he even pressed
his middle finger into her anus, wishing to remain as long as possible inside
this most desirable of womentruly a wonder
woman.
But she was not Wonder Woman.
The figure that now lay supine before these officers was not in the least
heroic. Her long ebony hair, the features of her glorious faceeyes,
nose, mouth, even her ears shoulders and breasts were all caked with
the semen of these men. Below, the entrance to her sex was again inflamed
and sore following penetration after penetration, vicious and violent, all
aimed at demeaning the Champion of All Women. By this time her linked bracelets
rested no longer behind her back, but rather on her stomach. The seeming
ease with which she might escape made her appear even more
helpless.
Though she did not hear a word
of his rancorous diatribe, Kesselmann spoke to the unconscious, defeated
prisoner, with thirty years of hatred oozing over every word, as though she
were before him as she had been in 1942, strapped to the board in his
interrogation chamber.
So, the great Wonder Woman
has been defeated by men. My men! My men! The man who was
undermined by your female conspiracy so many years ago. I survived your
conspiracy! Those who conspired with you against me are dead! And
I survived Kursk, where you thought I would perish. I survived the loss of
my body, and now I stand here, Wonder Woman, to see your final defeat
and degradation. You will be held in our prison here, wearing all the evidence
of this defeat. You will be revealed to the world, debased as you are, for
all to see. It will be the last image of this
this
Wonder
Woman that the world will see. Then, next spring, you will be infused with
our Führers genetic remains. And you will give birth to
not only one new Hitler. Once you have delivered, you will be impregnated
again and again and again! Until you have produced enough to repopulate
a town! Then your miserable existence will be terminated, in the most painful
way that these officers will be able to devise.
I will encourage them to
use their imaginations. Kesselmann clenched and unclenched, over and
over, the fist of his good hand.
But now, Wonder Woman,
it must be made clear whose property you are. For you are no longer the
embodiment of the United States. You aided in the defeat of our Reich
many years ago. Your role in that defeat has been be avenged, and your place
in the new Reich must now be made clear. For you have no country now.
Many of your countrymen have denounced you, as Herr Liddy will attest. You
belong, instead, to the Reich
the new Reich you will
have so large a role in recreating.
He turned to a deep metal dish
filled with coals, coals glowing red in the centre. Protruding from the center
of those coals, a long metal handle reached out toward him. With his good
hand, he plucked up the rod, the coals noisily shifting their places against
the hard metal sides of the dish. What emerged from the coals itself glowed
red, so hot that it could be heard sizzling in the cold air of the prison
cell.
The form of the swastika that
was almost white hot would brand the Amazon Princess as the Property of the
Reich. Kesselmann leered at the unconscious girl that lay helpless
before him. And with a greater feeling of triumph and exultation than he
had ever known, greater even than that following his first capture of the
Amazon Maiden or his knowledge of the torture-death of Fausta, he pressed
the red-hot poker against the top of the ample left breast of his prisoner.
The smell of searing human flesh and the hissing of red hot metal against
that flesh filled the small cell.
Pain seared through unconsciousness,
reviving the Champion.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHRRAAAAGGGGHHH!
Pain wracked itself through her
chest.
*****
Paolo and his men placed the
charges near the electrified fence of the bases perimeter. The first
explosion had made only a small sound even in the vast emptiness of the
mountainous fastness where the secret garrison carried out whatever plans
the governments intended. His observers had seen no indication that even
the nearest guard post had heard a sound, much less recognised it as an
explosion.
The next explosion would be
different. Once the fence had been breached, Paolo and his fifty men would
race through the gap, at the same time that another dozen of his soldiers
would open fire on the guards at the watchtower not even half a mile away.
There were only two such posts at this remote edge of the camp. The combined
force would take the second post in less than an hour: taken by an attack
from inside the camps perimeter. With a little luck, they would
not have heard the sounds of the first attack, and there would have been
no word of the attack sent back to headquarters.
Paolo hated having to rely on
luck for the success of his operation. But manpower shortages forced him
to do so. Success tonight, and he could make his own luck next
time.
*****
Wonder Woman moaned in agony.
Her breast had been branded with a swastika, declaring her the property of
the new Reich. The reprehensible symbol formed an elevated pink-white
scar, surrounded by a darker red inflammation that slowly spread across the
mammary. Her entire breast throbbed angrily.
OOOhhhh,
gods! Gods, why?
Why? Why did you do this? Tears poured down the lovely Amazons
face, as she turned desperately toward her tormentor.
Why?
To make you mine. Youre
my property now, Amazon. I will be acknowledged as the founder of this new
Reich, and the new Führer will be the product of my genius.
When he rises to his rightful place, he will know whose work led to his creation,
and I will achieve my rightful place in history. No longer will I be the
man who lost Wonder Woman, a despised footnote in the history of our cause;
rather, I will be the man who avenged the Reich. The
Führer will know who was responsible for his
rise.
Battered, nearly broken, and
confused by pain and her maltreatment, Wonder Woman still rose to defy
Kesselmann. She had come to America in the first instance to help fight the
evil that Hitler embodied. She would not now be a partner in its rebirth.
Ill
never
allow you to return
that
evil
to the world. I will
not allow
that monster
to be re-born.
Monster? You mean
child, dont you? Wonder Woman, youre about to become a
mother.
Shocked, the battered, beaten,
and exhausted Amazon Maiden was confused by Kesselmanns statement.
Perplexed, she wasnt sure how to respond. Certainly, she didnt
want to be responsible for the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler. But, when she
became pregnant, she would be responsible for a life, a child. Harming the
innocent would violate the most fundamental elements of the code she lived
by. Even if the child she carried was genetically Hitler, he could still
turn out differently, couldnt he? A loving environment, rather than
the abusive home he had grown up in; a nurturing mother, rather than one
who spoiled him; encouragement rather than criticism: all these things could
effect the character of the man who would grow up and shape him in a different,
constructive, way.
Or would it? Was the child shaped
in the womb? How many differences would be necessary to create these kinds
of changes in the character of the child, and of the man? Was it even possible
to create changes of that magnitude through a nurturing
mother?
Kesselmann saw the internal turmoil
play itself out on her face and he knew that he had beaten the heroine again.
Her physical destruction had been a necessary precondition for this psychological
defeat. Too weary, and in too much pain to think straight, the Amazon heroine
was forced back to her most elemental and fundamental position: a mother
protecting her young.
He understood that once the child
was within her womb, it was then that Wonder Woman represented the most serious
threat to its well-being. The one thing she could do would be to harm the
child once she carried him. It was necessary that the heroine understand
that it was a child, not a Hitler. Under those circumstances, she would carry
him to term. Once born, she would be allowed to nurture a child: just not
her child. And, continuously pregnant, fertilized every Easter, she would
produce one, two dozen new Führers, ensuring that the product
would be exactly the man the new Reich sought.
Wonder Womans breast throbbed.
Her body ached so horribly she could barely breathe. The agony brought on
by her physical torture and repeated rapes overwhelmed her ability to rationally
consider her predicament, just as Kesselmann had anticipated. The red-hot
metal that had burned the Nazi mark into the Amazons breast inflamed
the flesh around the raised brand, until half of her chest glowed as if sun
burnt. Lying on her back, naked before her enemy, the Champion pressed her
forearms against the disfigured mammary, hoping that the embrace would chase
the pain from the tender bosom. But the pain refused to
leave.
Stand up, Wonder
Woman.
Slowly, painfully, the powerless
Champion of All Women struggled to her feet. She held her forearms against
her injured chest, wishing the pain would disappear. All she knew at this
moment was anguish and pain, both of which resulted from the stigma of being
merely the Property of the Reich. She did not see what Kesselmann
saw: the sperm-spattered face, arms, legs and crotch of the earths
mightiest woman. The humbled form of a woman who had once been instrumental
in bringing down Hitlers Germany. A woman confused by physical pain
and sexual assault, who now could not make a reasoned evaluation. A defeated
woman. A broken woman.
I
Speak when you are told
to speak, whore.
Wonder Womans mouth hung
open for a fraction of a second, then humbly and quickly closed. The beaten
heroine looked embarrassed. She stared at the floor.
There are more gentlemen
who are waiting for you, Wonder Slut.
Too numb to react, the bewildered
Princess of the Amazons continued to look at the floor.
Do you want to see them,
bitch?
N, Yyes,
she said quietly.
Im sorry, bitch,
I didnt hear you.
Yes. I
want
to see them.
Good. Because they want
to see you.
The first of the non-commissioned
officers waiting in the hall opened the door. He could not believe his good
fortune. There were dozens of non-commissioned officers on the base. All
of them were waiting in the hall. Even those who were assigned to guard duty
overnight. And he would be the first to have this spectacular
beauty.
They said she was the famous
Wonder Woman. And she had the boots and tiara that looked like the real thing!
But her body was covered by a crusty residue, the product of the officers
enjoyment. She had bracelets, joined by a single link, on her wrists, that
looked like the real thing. But this battered, defeated woman could not be
Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was proud, majestic, powerful; this woman was
branded, he thought. She has been branded with a swastika on her
breast. Certainly she was only dressed as Wonder Woman to fool the enlisted
men.
But she was a free
piece.
On your knees, whore,
he ordered, as if speaking to a recruit.
There was a slow inevitability
as the woman dropped to her knees before him. She cradled her breast in her
forearms.
Drop your arms in front
of you.
She did as she was
told.
Now, open your
mouth.
*****
Paolo and his men had easily
secured the first guard post. In the frigid night air, they had covered the
half-mile from where they had breached the fence and, supported by other
guerrillas outside the perimeter, they had defeated and killed the small
squad of soldiers. Now, his troop was prepared for the next
step.
He looked at the four dead men
on the floor in front of him. Privates. All privates! Not even a corporal
was in charge of the post. No command! His men rooted through the shack grabbing
up ammunition. One picked up the heavy M-60 machine gun and hefted it across
his shoulders. This was already a prize worth having!
My friends, there are more
rewards waiting for us, he said whispering harshly in the darkness.
We have been fortunate. Our enemies do not respect us. We will teach
them the error of this kind of thinking. Come! This way! he said, pointing
toward the dim lights a couple of miles distant, where he knew the buildings
were.
*****
Again and again, Wonder Woman
was penetrated. Her entire body ached. Bursts of sharp pain shot through
her swollen sex over and over again. White-hot flashes of light appeared
before her eyes each time she was entered. She no longer could taste anything,
the inside of her mouth almost encrusted with dried semen. The pleasure that
had earlier been elicited from her by these acts of male gratification had
long since passed, leaving only the constant pain.
*****
Liddy stood at the door. A smile
played across his lips as he watched the now-unmoving Amazon, limp as a rag
doll, serve as a sex toy for a corporal. As the small soldier finished with
her and pulled up his pants, the shaven-headed American marched into the
cell and stood over the humiliated, beaten, and finally motionless woman.
Her body had been defeated and broken; rapes measured only in the dozens
had battered her, physically and mentally; and her breast, bearing the brand
of her most relentless adversary, a Nazi officer who had survived the rigours
of the Russian Front, who had nursed his hatred for this woman, throbbed
angrily. The Amazon Maid heard nothing but a
whooshing sound whistling through
her ears, saw nothing beyond movements of colour running together, and
apprehended nothing save the insensibility that had finally taken over her
magnificent body.
Liddy reached down and pulled
her head up by her hair. The index finger of his free hand brushed back and
forth across the raised welt of the swastika on her breast, a welt still
surrounded by flaming red tissue. Finally, gripping the teat in his fist,
he crushed the brand under his thumb.
The pain cut through the numbness
as the Champion of All Women moaned weakly, breathily, too exhausted and
too beaten to do more. It was difficult to see in this defeated figure what
she had once been. The beautiful Daughter of Paradise Island, for many Americans
she was the single figure who most embodied the ideals of her adopted land.
For hours she had been debased by these men; now only one word coursed through
her befuddled brain: Why? Why did her gods allow her to be so
mistreated? Why did her enemies wish to constantly degrade her in this way?
Why did she insist on regularly returning to the World of Men, where such
contempt was her reward?
How does it feel, Wonder
Woman? he asked, piteously. How does it feel to be
finished?
Wonder Woman did not hear him.
His mockery was as so much white noise now, for she could not distinguish
among any of the sensations that washed across her
sensibilities.
Youre nothing now,
Wonder Woman. You have become merely the depository for the new
Führer. You have ceased to be a person and youve become
a thing. For everyone here, youre merely an object. For the officers,
youre a pleasure girl. For these enlisted men, youre a slut.
For Kesselmann and his people, youre an
incubator.
He released her head, which fell
heavily to the stone floor, the thud! echoing sickeningly in the cold
chamber. With both hands he grabbed her wrists, feeling the cold Amazonium
of her bracelets against his fingers, and raised them toward his
face.
And all because I did
this, he said, with a chuckle. When your bracelets are chained
by a Man, you lose your great strength. Kane told me about your mother
and Hercules, and the symbolism of the bracelets.
Dropping her wrists on to her
naked torso, Liddy stood erect and sighed. Perhaps I should say, the
late Mr. Kane. You didnt know that, did
you?
He paced back and forth in the
cell. Both Kane and his bitch, what was her name? Audrawhat was
it? Audra, er, Audra LeVelle. When I got Kane the job in the White House,
and when he slurped up all the perks that became available because of that
job, he got his likeness into all of the Governments identification
systems. Once you helped them get out of town, they thought they were safe.
They were wrong. You were wrong. It was relatively easy to find the two of
them, traveling together. The White House has all kinds of resources. We
found them in Tucson. The local police are probably still trying to identify
their remains.
Kesselmann wants you to
disappear, Wonder Woman. Youre going to be the broodmare for his Fourth
Reich. For the foreseeable future, youll be delivering little
Hitlers.
Picture it. For the next
fifteen, twenty years, youll produce one of them after another. Meanwhile,
Ill be safe here, safe from the charges that would await me in the
States. The Chileans have offered me a role in the government. A role involving
little visibility. And thirty years from now, when the new Hitler is on the
rise, I can emerge with new power.
Depending on Kesselmanns
desire for vengeance, you may be dead by then.
Liddy grabbed the linked bracelets
of Wonder Woman and roughly pulled her to her feet. The leather soles of
her boots scraped hollowly across the floor of the small cell as he fairly
tossed the unresponsive heroine onto the bed, from which she had slid during
the assaults.
She lay at an angle across the
rough woolen blanket that was tightly stretched across the thin mattress.
It was only wide enough to allow for the Princess torso. Near the foot
of the bed, her hips rested on top of the dark green cover, her bare legs
curling toward the stone floor. Towards the metal frame that served as the
head of the bed, her shouldersor more accurately, her right shoulder
and her necklay on top of the bedclothes.
Liddy knelt between her legs,
feeling the sweat and grime that were now smeared on the smooth surface of
her soft flesh. The once-mighty Wonder Woman, barely conscious, her legs
spread before her enemy, was initially deadened to his probing. He used his
fingers to spread her entrance before him. There was only the smallest trace
of reaction as the superheroine responded to the
advances.
He licked her entrance, at first
lightly, then more insistently. The battering her sex had endured had numbed
her sensations in that area. But his tenacity and perseverance eventually
penetrated the heroines consciousness, at least at the most elemental
level.
Her legs, though weakly, moved
rhythmically, up and down, in and out. Liddy moved his hands from the sides
of her labia to the insides of her thighs, and he could feel her muscles
drawing taut and releasing. He could sense her
weakness. The bald-pated American
could hear the leather of her boots squeaking faintly as she rose up on her
toes beneath the scuffed red leather. His lips played against her, his tongue
extending further and further into her vagina. He roughly licked the inside
of the barely conscious Champion, enjoying the salty taste. He pulled at
the fatty tissue, nibbling it.
After many minutes of a distant
awareness of Liddys assault on her sex, the sensuality tore through
toward the hapless avengers consciousness. A small, weak, groan escaped
her lips.
Liddy pressed his attack on her,
hoping for further signs of defeat.
*****
Paolo and his men had taken the
second of the outposts even more easily, if that were possible, than the
first. Again, only a few low ranking enlisted men had been guarding this
remote section of the camps border. Only one private, first class,
has been present at these two stations. Could it possibly be going this easily?
Is it possible that the people running this installation felt this safe,
that there would be no responsible officers or non-commissioned officers
guarding the edges of this encampment?
He looked around. There was no
oneno oneanywhere to be seen. No one walking the perimeter.
No one checking in on the radio! Not even the sound of a jeep making
the rounds of the guard posts.
What is going
on?
The lights tell us where
the materials we want are. Be careful of any possibility of an ambush. But
we have a possibility of completely surprising them. Come
on!
Bundled against the winter night
in Patagonia, over sixty men raced toward the interior of the
camp.
*****
Slowly at first, then more
insistently, sensations penetrated Wonder Womans sensibilities. Through
the numbing pain that throbbed through her hips and spine, she first felt
pressure. Hands pushed her legs apart. Her once powerful legs that could
leap easily into the upper storeys of high-rise buildings or outrace a train
were now easily pushed aside as a mere man sought entrance to her. Rough
palms and strong fingers grasped at her thighs, massaging her legs and, at
the same time, exciting their author. They moved slowly from knee to crotch
and back again and, following the perfectly round curvature of Wonder
Womans leg, around almost the full circumference of the exciting
extremity.
The brushing of her thighs became
increasingly sensual. The sensation of the full palm stroking her thigh was
intermixed with pricks of mild pain from Liddys fingernails, as he
almost plucked at the oh-so-soft flesh. Too weak to prevent him from pressing
his advantage, the heroic Amazon Maid, emerging from her unconsciousness,
gradually became excited, excited by his probing and his stimulation, but
also excited by her own powerlessness. The first evidence of this was the
small quivering of her left leg, soon to be joined by the other. The spastic,
jerking, up-and-down motion of first one leg and then both told Liddy all
he needed to know of his triumph.
Wonder Woman felt Liddy place
his folded arms on top of her thighs as he pushed himself closer to her sex.
His chest pressed against the insides of her thighs near to her crotch and
the locus of his desires; she felt the pressure of his fingers now spreading
her lips to receive him. But the residue of pain from the sexual assault
that had been mounted against the Amazon girl at first allowed for only a
sense of pressure. There was no pain attached to his rough handling of the
folds at her entrance. When he opened her to his oral attack and his tongue
penetrated as deep into her as its length allowed, again there was only the
sensation of heaviness bearing down on otherwise insensate tissue. It was
multiplied by her powerlessness to stop him.
*****
The band of guerrillas moved
to surround the buildings where, they hoped, they would find the necessary
tools to continue their efforts against the military they believed had taken
their birthright from them. This would be the same military that would shortly
oppress them even more, once they came into unchecked
power.
But on this night that destruction
of their movement was in the future. Tonight they would gain weapons which
would make their movement stronger. These same weapons would also make their
destruction all the more bloody.
As the men ran across the open
ground toward the hangars and office buildings, mostly unlit at this time
of night, Paolo was still aware of the absolute stillness around the encampment.
Even on frigid nights such as this one, there would be guard and security
activity: guards changing, jeeps carrying corporals of the guard to inspect
posts, something. But there was nothingno movement, no sounds,
no activity.
Was it a
trap?
There was only one way to find
out. Che had always said that to gain much, one had to be willing to lose
much. The hangar that was now less than a half-mile distant was so brilliantly
lit, it cast a glow into the dark mountain night.
His breath visible in the cold
night air, he whispered to his aide, There! Well start
there!
*****
Inside her, Liddys tongue
lapped against the sides of her vagina, still inflamed, rubbed raw, and caked
with the dried deposits of his predecessors. He had been at it for many minutes,
and Wonder Woman could feel what had been only pressure slowly give way to
genuine stimulation against her tender tissue.
Slowly, involuntarily, her legs
lifted and separated as she welcomed his predations.
Almost inaudibly, she whispered,
OOHhhhh, nn-nnnooo. N-nn-nnoo!
Liddy pressed
further.
Pow-power-less! Oohh,
g-gods, h-h-hel-p
meee!
The former CIA operative turned
his head so that his lips now lay parallel to hers, and his tongue slid more
easily and more deeply into her.
The breathing of the Champion
of All Women turned ragged and became louder.
MMmmmmnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhh!! MMmmmgggggllllhhh!! OOOOHH-AAAgghhhh!
Uuuuggghhhhhh!!
Her apparent helplessness added
to Liddys desire. He pressed his face against her and his tongue probed
as deep as he could of make it go.
NNN, nnn,
nn-n-nnnoo! SS, sss, ssstooo-op!
Then
she cried out, GODS!!! Gods, NO! Why, dear gods,
why? She collapsed physically before her tormentor, as the effort
to cry out had totally rendered her completely exhausted.
Liddy rose, a smile and her fresh
honey covering his mouth and jaw. Gods, Amazon? Yes, pray to your gods.
But they cant help you here. Here, I am your only god. Then he
knelt and returned to his work.
*****
Meanwhile
as they say when
the plots about to thicken
meanwhile, several floors above the
Amazon Princess hell, where the exhausted and distracted Chilean soldiers
lay about inside the hangar
the plot was about to
thicken.
The soldiers lay around the large
open area. Some simply replayed their moments of ecstasy in repeated reveries,
recalling even the smallest moment, recapturing the feeling, the smells,
the sounds of their experience. Others talked quietly in small groups, the
murmur occasionally broken by loud, boastful laughter as one mans tale
of his conquest reached greater heights than his fellows. Even the officers,
whose rape of the Amazon was long past by now, were still occupied in their
conversation and braggadocio.
The hangar was closed against
the elements on this winter night. Paolo and one other man cautiously approached
an entrance, the leader still concerned about the apparent lack of movement
anywhere on this base tonight.
Peering through a glass, he saw
the population of the camp idling away the time. Realising that this window
of opportunity was quickly passing, Paolo used hand signals to bring the
rest of his troop forward. Now armed with the weapons seized from the two
guard posts, he prepared to spring a very unpleasant surprise on the relaxing
soldiers.
He sent half his force to the
only other entrance to the building.
*****
Wonder Womans back stiffened
as she lifted herself at the waist from the bed. Yet again, her entire being
had been taken over by the sensuality of the moment. Confused, weakened by
the loss of her Amazon strength, unable to resist its power because of the
link joining her bracelets, the helpless Amazon Maid gasped for air. Her
throat, now unspeakably dry, sounded raspy as she devoured great gulps of
air. Her tongue, as dehydrated as her throat, wiped feebly across her parched,
cracked ruby red lips.
Her voice cracked as she whispered
feebly, Nnnnnooo! SSssstop! I
I
cant
ttake a-ny
morrre! You
yourrre
ki-lling me!
Hearing this, Liddy rose from
between her legs, his face smiling, his tongue licking away the evidence
her Wonder Womans devastation. Killing you? No, Wonder Slut,
I wont kill you. As a matter of fact, I will go to great pains to ensure
your survivial.
As he returned to his pleasure,
he said softly, Youll only wish you were
dead.
*****
Many meters above the scene of
Wonder Womans destruction, the rebels burst in upon the enervated soldiers
from both doors at once. The Chileans, some only now barely recuperated,
didnt have a chance. Firing their weapons on full automatic, including
the newly-acquired M-60 machine guns, the fire fight was over in only a matter
of seconds.
As the echoing of the thunderous
reports of the guns, the only sound Paolo heard in the large closed space
was the cries of the wounded.
*****
Wonder Womans hands reached
out toward her attacker. Weakly, they tried to push him away. Her mind, however,
broken by the multitude of rapes and the physical torture to which the helpless
womans body had been subjected, was far more susceptible to physical
stimulus than to any remaining sense of honour. As the soft, now-hypersensitive
skin of her palms brushed against the hard muscle of Liddys forearms,
a change occurred in the heroines intent. Overwhelmed by the sensuality
of her situation, finally battered into total submission to the man who now
knelt between her violently quivering legs, who pressed his lips against
the entrance to her sex and pushed his tongue as deeply into her as its length
allowed, her mind understood only the all-encompassing sensuality of the
moment. As her hands gently brushed and feebly wrapped themselves around
the mans arms in an effort to push her attacker away, her brain knew
only desire, and she began to caress his arms and run her fingers across
the backs of his hands as they pulled her open to an even deeper
penetration.
Her breathing was ragged and
loud. She moaned her exultation. No intelligible words passed the dried cracked
lips of the Champion of All Women, now reduced to Liddys sex-toy. Her
only sound was one of pleasure and she lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs
around his head, holding him in place to sustain his probing of the Amazon
Maidens waiting interior. Higher and higher, her delight only found
new boundaries as Liddy pressed his wiggling organ ever deeper into her waiting
sex.
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! she grunt
rhythmically, raggedly, her hips forcing themselves toward her enemy, seeking
deeper penetration, greater sensuality, a higher ecstasy. Ugh!
Uuggghhhh! UUUgggghhhhh!
Liddy felt the silken thighs
wrap themselves around him. Wonder Womans knees pulled weakly against
the back of his shaved head, trying to draw him even further into her. Her
booted ankles, crossed and lying against the middle of his back, likewise
pressed him toward her. The soft leather, pressing against his back, stimulated
the former CIA operator, and his own sweat mingled with hers at the point
of conjunction.
Never had he known such arousal.
Between his legs, his prick became painful as it was engorged more fully
than he had ever known. The two sweating forms, she, soaked and shiny, he
now struggling to breathe, pressed tighter and tighter together, conjoined
in oral sex to form a single organism, an organism that lived only for the
pleasure of its male and female halves. His tongue pushed deeper into her,
running its rough course across and around the tissue that, at this moment,
was his alone. The salty taste aroused him, for this conquest was the greatest
of his life. As the rough pink organ moved in and out of her, some soft loose
tissue accompanied it to the edges of Liddy lips. These he nibbled, the soft,
sharp bites exciting the superheroine even more. Her body jerked spastically
with each cutting bite. Meanwhile, with his left hand, Liddy reached beneath
the powerless woman and felt the pressing flesh of her ass, pressing itself
toward him, to satisfy him, and herself, of a sexual desire knowable only
to the gods. He pushed one finger into the crack between the halves of her
buttocks, searching for a second entrance to this utterly desirable girl.
Finding it, he felt her feebly start, surprised at the new assault on her,
and then her hips began a small circling movement, moving around and up and
down, allowing his penetrating finger, if he held it steady, to move in and
out of this second orifice.
Meanwhile, his right hand, still
held by his prisoners own hands, moved to Wonder Womans abdomen.
The powerful muscles there, long fatigued and weakened by the Amazons
ordeal, gave way to the mere weight of his hand. The heroines body
was soaked with perspiration and, as Liddy ran his fingers along her torso,
the puddles of liquid broke and ran down her sides, dripping in great globs
to the floor below.
Both now gave voice to their
ecstasy, a cacophonous union of appetite and weakness, of triumph and defeat.
For Liddy, it was the ultimate assertion of his manhood and his triumph over
all women and over this woman, the Champion of All Women. For Wonder
Woman, it was her deepest degradation, to be nothing more than a willing
plaything for men.
For Liddy, the moment was over
in a second, as the hard wood and metal of the butt of an M-14 cracked hard
against the back of his head, dropping him to the floor, leaving him unmoving
for many minutes, Wonder Womans honeydew dribbling from his lips to
the polished stones beneath him.
For the Princess of the Amazons,
unrecognized by her rescuer, the sudden end to her rapture shocked and
disoriented her. In her delirium, she screamed and then she collapsed, writhing,
her body utterly uncontrolled, to that same floor.
*****
Paolo saw the once-beautiful
woman, her wrists chained, helpless on the cot as the man pressed himself
into her. Her long black hair nearly covered her face as she pushed herself
upwards, toward her molester, her shapely body bearing the evidence of a
multitude of rapes , maltreatment, and abuse. Her torn and scuffed red leather
boots seemed almost out of place on this woman in her condition, for they
seemed to be fashionable and stylish, not the attire of a prisoner, or a
whore.
When he had knocked the man
unconscious, and the woman had fallen, screaming, to the floor, he saw more
of the evil that had been done to this helpless girl. The layers of crusty
cum spewed all over her body, the inflamed soreness of all of her orifices
and the still-red brand in the form of the swastika on her
breast.
What had these men done to this
poor girl?
He immediately pulled the thin
woolen blanket from the cot, and placed it over her as she contorted her
body on the hard polished stone floor of the cold cell. Then, kneeling next
to her, he pressed the edges of the covering around her figure, though she
tried, weakly, to push him away.
As the violence of her response
gradually died away, and the defiled woman fell at last into a quiet repose,
Paolo lifted her and carried her out the door and to the waiting stairway.
His teams doctor would do what he could for her.
The bald attacker would have
to wait.
Paolo kicked the door shut behind
him, securing Liddy inside the cell.
*****
The key to Wonder Womans
physical recovery was the removal of the link between her bracelets. Once
this was done, her immense reserves of Amazon strength quickly began the
process of curing her body. The soreness quickly disappeared; the return
of her strength and Amazon purity even caused the mark of the brand to diminish
to the point where it was barely visible, even if one knew it had been seared
into her flesh; a treatment of nothing more than soap-and-water removed the
stains of her degradation; sleep eased the pains in her
muscles.
Her mental state took much longer.
Her dreams were filled with nightmares, visions of the officers taking her
one after another, of the laughter of men, of the derision, ridicule, and
mockery she had endured.
And of visions of
Penelope.
*****
Two days passed before Wonder
Woman arose from her bed, one that had been set aside for her in an
officers quarters. She discovered that she had been clothed in the
uniform of one of the dead Chileans. Though she was not aware of it, during
those two days she had been fed some small amounts of food, mostly soup,
from the bases stockpile.
Paolo had learned who the prisoner
was, though he had not passed this information on to the others in his command.
He had heard stories of this
Mujer
De la
Maravilla, and he knew that it would not do for the story of this defeat to
be told. The man who had been found with her was kept away from his soldiers,
who were themselves kept busy with removing the weapons and stores from the
base to their own supply depot.
When Wonder Woman arose, unsteadily, and moved about her room, Paolo
was there. He spoke kindly to her, and ordered more food be brought to her.
All during that day, he was there to comfort her when she would burst
uncontrollably into tears. He was there when she fell asleep again that
evening.
*****
Señorita Wonder
Woman, it is time for us to part, Paolo told her after breakfast on
the third day.
I must return to the United
States, she replied. There is work for me to do
there.
The man who was with you;
if you desire, we can deal with him.
No, Paolo. I will take
him with me.
*****
Less than a year later, Paolo
and all of his men, including more than fifty more who had joined him after
the successful raid on the mountain base, would be hunted down by the Chilean
militarys crackdown following the overthrow of Salvador
Allende.
*****
Before leaving the mountains
of Patagonia, Wonder Woman would use her magic lasso to remove all memory
of his triumph from G. Gordon Liddy. She would replace it with a tale of
terror in which he hid from pursuing police before his capture. He would
stand trial for his role in the Watergate break-in. Aware of the fallability
of the forgetfulness brought on by the magic lasso, the heroine concocted
the story so that there would be no blank spaces in Liddys memory,
blank spaces that would lead to questions of the sort that led Liddy to
Kane.
As for herself, Wonder Woman
returned to her Georgetown apartment. As she drove up to the front, she looked
into the driveway, hoping to see Penelopes Datsun pick-up still parked
there.
The driveway was
empty.
She stood before the door to
her apartment for a long time. When she entered, the apartment was immaculate.
There was no sign of what had happened there.
And Penelope was
gone.
The End
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