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This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
friends. I did not write these stories.
Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
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The Domination of Wonder Woman
By Author Unknown
Book One
Part 1.
Diana had just finished another exhausting day at the
defense department and plopped herself down on the brown
rattan sofa that dominated the living room of her downtown
apartment. Colonel Trever, Steve to her and to all his
closest friends, had put poor Ms. Prince through several
weeks of extensive paperwork. Field duty was one thing but
three weeks of filing, filling out reports and cataloging
old cases totally devastated the voluptuous amazon as she
lay on the couch, half asleep, starring up at the white
stucco ceiling.
"Only men could invent such a hideous torture." thought
Diana as her head slowly pounded from the hours of typing
and reading. "All the Nazis have to do is come up with
something that will destroy carbon-paper and the free world
will crumble.", she mused.
Suddenly she heard a dull thud from the bedroom as what
seemed like something heavy hit the plush carpet. Slowly she
got up. "I wonder if who ever that is heard me come in...",
she thought to herself as she stealthily moved down the
hallway of her apartment toward the bedroom.
At the end of the hall she could see the door to her
bedroom half open, The light of the afternoon sun lit up the
room making the hallway much darker than the rest of the
apartment. She dared not turn on the hallway light, fearing
this would give her away.
"THUD-THUD". This time she was sure she was not alone
and she quickly retreated back down the hallway, through the
living room and into the kitchen. Being careful to close the
door behind her, Diana quickly removed her glasses and
placed them on the kitchen table and, in the same fluid
motion, she began to spin in a graceful, ballerina style
twirl.
At that moment, a blinding white ball of light engulfed
her and in a flash, Diana Prince, defense department liaison
and secretary, changed into the insatiable Wonder Woman. "I
think things will be on a little more even level now." Diana
softly exclaimed as she steadied herself.
Reaching up she checked her head for the feminim
barrette that she always wore, making sure it had
materialized. At the same time she checked her magical belt
to make sure it was on and secure. Her transformation
process was directly proportional to her concentration level
and she had to make sure everything appeared.
Most of the time she changed and had no problems with
the magical process but a few times, under one or two
distracting circumstances, she had changed, not pulling some
of her costume or accessories from the mystical plane that
stored them. One time, on a crowded street, during an
intense fire fight, she changed and forgot to summon her
feminim bracelets, leaving herself in a very distressing
position.
The most important accessory, the one she could not do
without however, was her magical belt. This mystical item
was the embodiment of her psychic spirit and, while away
from paradise island, was the only way she could draw
psychic strength from the elements, giving her the
incredible strength, skill and stamina of Wonder Woman.
Now ready to meet her new 'guest', Diana slowly, but
confidently, moved through her apartment and toward her
bedroom. Reaching the door to the room she shifted to one
side to see through the open crack but all she could see was
the summer breeze blowing the curtains in waves across the
window.
Suddenly, a hand slipped around her waist and firmly
grabbed her solar plexus, pulling her backward. At the same
time another hand reached around her head and clamped itself
down over her mouth, taking her by surprise.
Confidently thinking her assailant was just a burglar,
Wonder Woman held back using her full strength and tried to
throw her much weaker attacker against the wall with just
enough controlled force to stun them. To her surprise
however, she was held fast by her assailant. In fact, her
attacker seemed almost as strong as she was.
Diana stepped up her struggling, twisting and pushing
while trying to pull the attacker's hand from her mouth.
Instantly she noticed her attacker was not a man but a
woman, a very strong woman.
The two danced about in the darkened hallway as each
one attempted to gain control of the other, pulling and
pushing each other into the walls, trying to throw the other
off balance. The assailant's grip, however, began to weaken.
Sensing her opponent faltering, Diana grabbed the arm from
around her waste and in a massive, adrenaline induced
effort, spun the attacker around and flipped her head first
into the sun lit bedroom.
The attacker hit the floor of the bedroom with an incredibly
loud ka-thump which could only have been made by Diana
throwing a body, with her full strength, to the floor. She
immediately panicked as the thought of this poor sole
having every bone in their body smashed to bits rushed into
her mind.
Her fears were instantly quelled however as a childish,
school girl giggle rang out from the bedroom. Walking into
the room, Diana took one look at her determined attacker and
a grin of relief and surprise came across her face. There,
sprawled on the floor and sitting on her rear like a big
raggedy Ann doll was her little sister Drucella.
"Dru! What are you doing here?", exclaimed the
pleasantly surprised heroine. "Oh Diana, I was just in the
neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by." replied Drucella as
she sat rubbing her rather sore rear end.
"Oh come now little sister. Do you honestly expect me
to believe that?" Diana asked folding her arms across her
chest and cocking her hips to one side.
"Well, actually, mother sent me to remind you about the
Paradise Island flower festival coming up next month. The
royal princess must attend to receive her yearly honoring of
flowers from our people" said Drucella.
"But mother didn't need to send you here. She could have
just sent me a telepathic message. You didn't pester her to
come did you?" asked Diana suspiciously.
"Oh... well... just a little pestering..."
Diana shot Drucella a guilty stare.
"Oh but Diana, I did so much want to come. The outside world
is so fabulous, so mysterious."
"And also dangerous!" sternly replied Diana. "You remember
what happened to you the last time you were here don't you?"
"Well, yeah but... nothing really bad happened and besides... it
was kind of exciting getting kidnapped by those Nitzies." jokingly
replied Drucella.
"That's Nazis and they're nothing to laugh at. They are
extremely dangerous people and they're the reason I'm here
doing what I'm doing." Diana walked up and embraced
Drucella, holding Dru's head to her chest.
"I don't think I could bear it if anything bad happened
to you. I know you can take care of yourself but, these men
are not honorable. They don't play fair."
"I know Diana but mother did say it would be good for
my education. Besides I'll be extra EXTRA careful this time,
honest." pleaded Drucella in her best puppy dog whimper. She
was always able to get what she wanted from Diana or mother
this way. The way her big brown eyes lit up with the
slightest hint of tears melted almost any one's heart.
"Well... OK. But be CAREFUL. Mother would kill me if
something happened to you." Diana said strictly.
"Oh thank you Diana! Thank you! Now can we go and get
a, what do they call it, an ice cream sundae?" Drucella
replied, hopping up and down like an excited school girl.
"Oh Dru! You're so incorrigible. OK, if it will keep
you out of my hair." said Diana in a tired, half hearted
voice. "I can't go with you now, however, I'm waiting for a
call from Pamela Sanders, one of the women I work with at
the war department. She said she's tracking down a lead on
an old case and will let me know what she finds."
"Oh, what ever." said the young, half interested amazon
as she looked about Diana's bedroom at the various
decorations and items Diana had collected during her stay in
the outside world.
"Here, take this. A couple of dollars should do it."
said Diana as she handed Drucella the money she kept in a
drawer in the night stand next to the bed. "Just enough to
keep you in ice cream sundaes all day."
"Oh yeah, that's right. They use money. Gosh Diana,
I'll never get used to that." Drucella hastily grabbed the
bills and headed for the door in a rather childlike skipping
motion.
"Ehem... Dru..." Diana said in a remindful tone as she
stood leaning against the door frame of the bedroom staring
at Drucella in the hall. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Drucella stared back at Diana curiously as Diana held
up her hand and twirled her finger about in a circular
motion.
"Oh! Silly me." and with that the young heroine began
spinning in place. After the white flash died down, Drucella
stood wear a Sunday dress, bobby socks, sneakers and her
hair in ribbons, her costume stored in the mystical plane
until needed again.
"Now I might be out when you get back. There's a key under
the mat out back. Just let yourself in." Diana informed her.
"Wonder Woman work?" eagerly asked Drucella?
"Maybe. But nothing I want you involved in. Now SCOOT!" and
with that, Diana patted Drucella on her rear and escorted her
out the front door.
Pamela Sanders was one of the only female field agents
the defense department used. Sometimes it was easier for a
woman to do undercover work than a man since less suspicion
fell on women. The US. government didn't normally use women
so the enemy usually expected men as agents and this was a
plus for Pam.
She had been working with Diana Prince for the last 3 weeks
reviewing files and they had found something that might be a lead.
Diana had pieced together several bits of information from several
files and through a certain degree of logic, she had deduced
that there might be a Nazi spy headquarters located in the
private beach communities north of town.
Several people had reported unusual activity and what
they called "strange lights and sounds" emanating from some
of the cliff side beaches along the ocean. Since most of
these communities weren't being used during the war because
of constantly annoying blackouts and noisy ocean bombardment
drills by naval vessels on old tankers, it seemed strange
any activity at all would be there. Also, most of the
beaches that were reported to have the strange activities
were inaccessible to most people due to high cliffs and
rough water conditions.
Pamela was heading north along the coast highway in a
small desoto. After about two hours of driving she pulled
off down a small road that lead steeply toward a bluff that
overlooked the thin strip of beach below.
It was about six o'clock as Pamela brought the car to a
stop at the edge of the bluff and got out. The mid summer
sun was still high in the sky but the steep cliffs behind
her hid its decent, causing a dark, cool shadow to cast over
the bluff, cooling off the blazing heat of the day.
Looking about at the steep trail that wound its way
down to the distant beach below, Pamela sighed heavily,
knowing she had a major trek on her hands. "These high heels
and skirt aren't going to hack it." she mumbled to herself
as she pulled a small bag from the passenger side seat.
Unzipping the bag she removed a small pair of black,
cotton shorts, a khaki, light blue shirt and a pair of
sneakers and proceeded to remove the heavy gray skirt and
cotton shirt. The highway was nearly invisible from the
bluff and she figured if she can't see the road, nobody on
the road could see her. With her bra falling into the
passenger seat, she now stood completely naked on the bluff
except for the thin pair of underpants she had been wearing
under her skirt.
Pamela was a very fit, fairly attractive woman in her
late twenties with a very short, curly head of blondish,
white hair which was always permed and sat high
on her head. She was rather tall, but not as tall as Diana,
who stood a towing 6'4" in heels. Even though it was not
vogue for women to be overly muscular or fit, Pamela worked
out on a regular basis in order to compete as best as she
could with the male operatives she worked with.
Her muscularity didn't show however, being covered by a
nice soft layer of body fat. It was hard to maintain this
balance of fitness and softness, however. It wouldn't do to
have an agent play the role of a wife or mistress with hard,
bulging muscles. This alone would be a dead give away as to
her identity.
She had long firm legs which ran up to a nice, round
set of full hips. Her waist was rather tiny and ran up
toward a rather wide set of shoulders and an impressive pair
of firm but soft breasts. She was large breasted as women go
but she always felt that Diana was much larger. She managed
to confirm her suspicions one time though it was extremely
difficult since that mouse of a woman never wore anything
revealing. There were times, however, when she could catch a
glimpse here or a stare there as Diana would bend over to
pick up a file folder or stretch back to yawn.
One time, she even invited Diana to a steam sauna,
hoping to catch her naked in the shower or get a peek under
her towel. "I'm from a very religious family," Diana would
say. "Its wrong for us to disrobe in front of anybody,
including other women."
"Totally absurd," Pamela thought at the time. "That
woman is going to be a spinster, poor thing. She can't even
take off those ridiculous glasses in the steam room. How can
anyone claim to need a pair of fogged up glasses to see
with?"
Pamela had grown up in a family of cops. Her father was
a police captain and her three brothers were all police officers.
Boys were everywhere in her life and she had little exposure
to women when she was younger. Her mother had died of polio
when she was young and she had become the woman of the house
until she was old enough to set out on her own.
When she was about 14, she had an experience where she
was tied up by the neighborhood boys while playing cops and
robbers. They left her bound and gagged in a tool shed while
they played like they were rescuing her from one side or
another.
While she lay helpless, one of the neighborhood girls
snuck in and started to tickle her with a feather. At first it was very
uncomfortable since the girl was tickling her feet but it
started to feel real good as the feather moved up along the
inside of her bare thigh. The other girl was fascinated by
Pamela's reaction and began tickling her breasts in
experimentation. This was the first time Pamela had ever
climaxed and she always remembered it being extremely
intense.
She figured this was why she had such a strong
fascination with bondage and having sex with other women.
She had outward relationships with men, which usually
amounted to nothing at all, but, behind closed doors, she
and her female friends played out the fantasies that really
made her excited.
This was also partially why she worked so hard to join
the defense department. The thrill of being caught, the
excitement of the danger was a narcotic she could not
resist.
Diana was a fascination to her. She knew there was a
great body under that drab uniform, dull hairdo and dumpy
glasses. "I just know she's a wildcat waiting to burst,"
Pamela would say to herself. "She's like a powder keg ready
to blow, I just know it. But how do I set off the fuse?"
Pamela remembered one time. however, when she got very close
to doing just that.
One evening, after working her undercover assignment as
a barmaid to break a spy ring, Pamela had returned to the
office only to find Diana working another one of her
dedicated overtime nights doing some ridiculous research
assignment for that dullard Steve Trevor.
After talking with each other for a bit, Diana sat back
in her chair with her head leaning over the head rest, and
shut her eyes to get a moments rest. Pamela could see her
well pronounced profile and became instantly aroused by the
situation.
Slowly she sauntered over to the relaxing brunette
sitting so serenely in her chair. Putting her hands on
Diana's shoulders, she began to slowly massage her back.
Pamela was sure Diana would jump 10 feet in the air, get all
flustered and tell her something like "Where she comes from
people just don't do that kind of thing".
For several moments, however, Diana said and did
nothing. After a long period of silence, Diana's shoulders
relaxed and she let out a low, soft moan. It was like an ice
cube melting and shifting its weight in a glass of warm,
intoxicating bourbon. The large woman below her slowly
relaxed and sank deeper into the chair. Her neck began to
slowly rotate rhythmically as Pamela's hands worked their
way around Diana's shoulders.
Then Diana let out another sigh which surprised Pamela
and almost made her stop her massage. The first one was
expectantly low with the sound of relief attached to it but
this second one was different. It was higher in pitch and
very heavy as though the mysterious woman was thinking
something deep, almost dark in nature. It said to Pamela one
thing, the thing she wanted to hear, the thing that made her
tingle with excitement and anticipation; welcome.
This was too good to be true. All her fantasies were
becoming reality as this shy, beautiful girl below her
slowly weakened and submitted. With her left hand massaging
Diana's left shoulder, Pamela slowly slid her right hand
across Diana's right shoulder and down her right arm,
stopping at her upper arm. She grasped it firmly but gently
and paused for a few moments holding Diana's upper arm in
such a way as to say "Hello, may I come in?"
Diana responded with another soft moan and at the same
time she relaxed her mouth and let her jaw drop causing her
full, red lips to part. Her facial muscles totally relaxed
along with the muscles around her eyes giving her a kind of
dreamy, entranced look.
At this point Pamela proceeded to move her hand along
Diana's long arm down to her right hand. Placing her hand
over the back of Diana's, Pamela slowly caressed it. This
drew a heavy breathe from the large brunette.
At the same time Pamela leaned into Diana, placing her
mouth close to Diana's right ear and she began to slowly but
lightly rub Diana's earlobe with her soft, dry lips. Diana
was breathing heavily now through her mouth and moaned again
in another low, dull moan of enjoyment.
To Pamela it was like trying to sneak up on a
frightened deer. Slowly she had to earn Diana's trust before
she could move closer. Too much boldness would scare her
off. Too little would make the actions predictable and boring.
Either way she could loose the spell she had over this incredible
woman if she wasn't careful.
Watching Diana at work, Pamela sensed that maybe this
woman was like her. Maybe she too enjoyed pleasures only
women of her day could experience behind closed doors.
The way this woman moved, the way she reacted to touch all
said the same thing to Pamela, a message she enjoyed seeing
in another woman.
Risking it all Pamela decided to send a message to this
hypnotized girl sitting in front of her, a message that
said: "I'm like you. Don't be afraid." Slowly wrapping her
fingers around Diana's right wrist, Pamela gently slid
Diana's right arm back behind the chair. As she did so, she
placed her thumb in the palm of the other woman's hand and
gently squeezed it.
Diana's breathe quickened as she let out a short sigh.
Her legs squeezed together ever so slightly as her hips
rocked. This cuased her legs to slowly slide back and forth.
Her lower legs curled lazily to one side of the chair as her
thighs gently rubbed together. Her right hand curled closed,
wrapping her fingers around Pamela's thumb squeezing it
gently.
Pamela let go of Diana's left shoulder and slide her
other hand down Diana's left arm, gently grasping her other
wrist. She pulled the other arm back behind the chair,
careful not to scare this incredibly shy woman.
Diana responded by shifting slightly, rolling her wide
shoulders back over the back rest of the wooden chair.
Pamela crossed the woman's hands and held them in place with
the thumb and fore finger of her right hand, clamping
Diana's wrists gently together.
Diana's hands curled slightly shut as Pamela reached up
and pulled her scarf from around her own neck. Using the
scarf she slowly wrapped it around Diana's wrists; twice
across the outside and twice between the arms in a vertical
direction, making the scarf cross her wrists in both
directions. Then, releasing Diana's wrists with the other
hand, Pamela tied both ends of the scarf together with a
single, symbolic knot, securing the brunette's hands.
Diana still lay motionless in the chair. Pamela was
utterly shocked this had gone on this long. "Doesn't this
girl ever get any?" she thought, "Poor thing. I'll just have
to fix that." Returning her lips to Diana's right ear, she
again began to gently nibble the woman's earlobe.
Diana responded by breathing heavier. She slowly slid
her head back and forth, complimenting and enhancing
Pamela's movements around her ear. Her head then turned to
the right, rolling farther back and Pamela found her lips
lightly touching Diana's soft, warm cheek. Her mouth was so
close, so tempting. Those full red lips, moist and shiny,
sat helplessly entranced and at Pamela's mercy.
A wet kiss at this point would certainly break the
spell and fearing the loss, Pamela refused to risk it.
Instead, she moved her mouth across Diana's cheek, lightly
caressing it with her lips. As she did this, she reached
around to Diana's front and slowly unbuttoned her blazer,
being careful not to tug or pull the material, so as not to
give away her actions.
The blazer fell open and slid to either side of the
woman's chest. Looking down, Pamela was amazed at the
spectacle before her. This girl was huge. Not distastefully
large like some women she new but very pleasantly ample. In
fact the size of her breasts coupled with the angle of her
back, forced the sides of her blazer to fall completely away
to either side.
Looking down the girl's shirt, Pamela could see an
amazing canyon of cleavage. The tan gap of skin ran outward
and curved downward as the two spherical glands came
together in an impressive union of smooth, plump flesh. Even
with her breasts pushed together by her bra, they still were
large enough to extend past the sides of her rib cage.
Pamela's hand found itself moving slowly up Diana's
chest, lightly gliding the fingernail of her middle finger
over the fabric of the shirt. Upon reaching Diana's right
breast she stopped for a moment, then, ever so lightly, she
ran her finger along the bottom curvature of the breast,
stimulating it with a slight touch.
Diana surged at this point, rolling her chest and
pushing her right breast toward the stimuli. She let out a deep,
heavy moan as she began to slowly roll and arch her back.
As she pushed her right breast forward, her nipple grew hard
and protruded through the bra and shirt causing a noticeable rise to
appear, forcing her shirt to stretch tighter around her
plump breast.
Pamela slide her nail over the erect nipple and, in a
circular pattern, began teasing it with a slight tickling
motion. Diana began to sigh and moan rhythmically as Pamela
quickened the pace, tickling the helpless nipple faster and
faster.
The woman's breathing grew lighter and quicker as her
back arched higher and higher. Pamela was amazed at the
sensuality of this meek girl and was enjoyably astonished as
this sheep of a woman began to moan loudly and erotically.
Suddenly, without warning, a loud CA-THUNG rang out
from under the chair and both girls fell backward as the
spring under the chair broke sending Diana piling on top of
Pamela. Almost as quickly as she landed on top of Pam, Diana
sprang to her feet, twisting and wiggling her shoulders as
she untied herself.
"Um... uh... I have to go... Its late..." nervously
stuttered Diana as she snatched up her glasses and quickly
shoved them back on her blushing red face. In a panic she
looked about the room and grabbed a handful of files from
the desk, and used them to cover her chest.
"I... uh ... I have to go over these files by
morning... I'm sorry I can't stay.... Could you lock up...
thanks?" and with that, the stuttering, nervous brunette
grabbed her purse and the wrong coat from the coat rack and
head quickly out the door.
Pamela stood up slowly and walked over to the half
open door and watched as Diana strutted down the hall like a
skittish chicken, trying to balance forty file folders in
one arm and putting on a navy overcoat that was 2 sizes too
big with the other. Her hair hung in disarray from the bun
tied in the back of her head and her right wrist still had
Pamela's scarf tied to it.
This was the closest Pamela ever got to Diana. The
weeks afterward were filled with dull, uneventful
conversations and quick hellos and good-byes. It was as
though something enormous was dominating this woman and she
could not let herself go.
One time, as a joke, Pamela asked Diana bluntly if she
could have her scarf back. The big brunette blushed at the
request and quickly pulled the scarf from her desk drawer,
plopping it on the desk in front of her never making eye
contact with the amused agent.
Pamela changed into the black shorts, tennis shoes and
shirt. The shorts were basically men's cotton pants cut off
just where the legs met the waste. They were rather snug but
comfortable and showed off all of her long white legs.
She put on the shirt and tightly tied the bottom halves
together in a knot around her lower chest to support her
breasts. This left her stomach exposed along with a good
deal of cleavage. It was hot and she felt the more
ventilation the better. Besides, getting sand out of a bra
was a pain and she always hated that feeling. Anyway who was
going to see her. This was probably a wild goose chase
anyway.
Part 2.
Pamela slowly started to make her way down the cliff's
winding trail toward the obscured beach below. As she got
lower and lower she could hear the surf pounding on the
rocks. Seagulls soared upward on pillars of air toward the
mid afternoon sky and then took dive after dive into the
ocean water to catch fish.
After about 10 minutes of slow decent, Pamela reached
the narrow beach that lined the base of the cliffs. From
this point not only could she not see the road but she
couldn't see her car as well. The cliffs rose vertically for
40 or 50 feet forming an ominous wall before her. Without
the trail to take her back up, she would probably be trapped
on the beach and be washed out to sea when the tide came in.
Picking up a piece of driftwood and using it as a cane,
she climbed over the rocks and plodded through the sand
toward the northern end of the beach. There, looming in
front of her were tons of boulders blocking her progress
north. "Oh well, nothing down here except a bunch of dead,
smelly fish anyway." Pamela huffed as she turned and started
back over the boulders toward the south.
As she turned, her foot slipped out from under her and
her rear end came down hard on the boulder she was just
standing on. Sitting there for a moment contemplating what
kind of inept clod she was, she grabbed a nearby boulder and
proceeded to get up. Her hand suddenly slipped out from
under her weight and again her rear pounded into the rock.
"What the?..." she said in frustration as she held her
hand up. Dripping from her hand was a clump of dark, black
ooze which slowly rolled down her upper arm. Wiping her hand
back and forth several times she shook the ooze onto a
nearby rock. She rubbed the remnants between her fingers and
then took a quick sniff.
"Lubricating oil? Its almost fresh. How can...." and
looking out at the shore she saw the seagulls diving in and
scooping out dead fish after dead fish from the water. "The fish!".
Pamela got up, walked to the shore and dipped her fingers in
the churning water. Her fingers came out covered in a thick
rainbowish film of oil. Looking out across the water along the
shore to the north, she could see the same rainbow effect in the
water beyond the wall of boulders that blocked her path.
With her walking stick in hand she proceeded to climb
the boulders to see what was on the other side of this wall.
After climbing 10 feet with ease, her progress was suddenly
met with an impassable wall of rocks. There was no way to
get a foot hold nor any way to skirt around it short of
jumping in the water and swimming around. The though of
jumping in that slimy, oily, rotting, fish infested water
and swimming against the current quickly changed her mind
about that idea.
"Oh well, I'll just have to come back with some rope in
the morning. Its probably nothing anyway. Just some
fishermen dumping oil or something." but as Pamela turned to
leave she could faintly hear a very soft 'ting' from behind
the wall of rocks.
Out on the beach the surf's roar was so loud she could
barely hear herself think but up against the rocks, the surf
was deadened and the 'ting' continued to repeat. Now
curiosity drove her to get past the rocks. Looking for a
moment she suddenly noticed a white, hard substance between
some of the rocks. "Mortar? On a beach?" and she began to
feel along the mortared seam, tracing it around the rocks.
Then, at mid level, she noticed one rock protruding
outward. It seemed very
unnatural as it jutted straight out of a solid block of
rock. What's more, there was a gap all the way around where
the stone met the rock wall. It was as though the stone was
floating sideways in a hole in the wall.
After examining it a bit, she put her hands on it and
gave it a slight shove. Surprisingly it moved inward making
a slight grinding sound. She then pushed on it again,
leaning completely into it and forcing the stone to flatten
against the surrounding rocks. At that moment she could hear
a grinding noise to her left as a section of the rock face
swung open to reveal a door.
Slowly and cautiously Pamela picked up her walking
stick and, holding it like a club, proceeded to enter the
dark and mysterious doorway. As she went from daylight to
pitch dark it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust.
After a few moments, she could see she was on the other side
of the rock wall. On this side however things looked a lot
different.
Apparently the outside wall was built up to wall off
the entrance to a cave that ran through the cliff from one
side to the other. On the inside she could see the wall was
built up of various rocks into a vertical wall with various
metal Ibeams and struts supporting it. The weight mechanisms
for the door were clearly visible from this side of the
wall.
Along the roof was strung a thick electrical cable with
a string of light bulbs hanging from it. This probably
explained the odd lights people reported seeing from the
beach. As the door opened at night, the light from the bulbs
would escape onto the pitch dark beach.
Pamela stealthily moved through the tunnel, keeping to
one side so as not to be seen easily. The 'ting' sound she
heard earlier grew noticeably louder as she approached the
other end of the tunnel. As she reached the other end she
quickly ducked behind a small pile of rocks.
The tunnel opened onto the side of a large, underground
grotto which was apparently formed by tidal actions over
several thousand years. The deep, almost cylindrical tunnel
ran from the ocean, through the side of the mountain and
into its depths for several hundred feet.
The mouth of the tunnel was covered with a huge
camouflage net with what appeared to be various large brown
sponges attached to it. From far away, the sponges and
netting would probably look exactly like the surrounding
rock.
At the other end of the tunnel was the source of the 'ting'
sound. Anchored, and almost dry docked, was a German
Type IV U-boat. It sat on several large I-Beams that ran underneath
it and which acted like a giant cradle holding the boat right side
up in the low tidal water. The water level was extremely low, low
enough for several men to walk chest deep in the water and
work on the sides of the hull. The 'ting' sound came from
the upper deck of the U-Boat as a man, with a huge sledge
hammer, pounded away at something or other.
Pamela sat for a minute in awe of this spectacle. She
hated the Nazis and what they stood for but sometimes, like
in this case, they pulled off some pretty impressive feats.
This secret dry-dock was no exception and it had to be
shutdown immediately. If that sub could maneuver into the
shipping lanes, it could torpedo freighters and warships and
return here to rearm and refuel. It could harass shipping
for years.
Suddenly Pamela noticed some activity on a wooden dock that
ran along the front of the U-Boat at the far end of the grotto.
She spied the mingling of people intensely and froze in shock. There,
wearing a black raincoat and hat, was one of Nazi Germany's
most ruthless spies, Countess Gretta Orlaph.
This woman could be considered her Nazi counterpart
except for the fact Pamela would never conceive of doing a
tenth of the horrid atrocities this woman was credited with.
Not only was this woman a murderer, she was a cold blooded
psychopath who took great enjoyment in torturing her
victims. Being at the hands of the Countess meant certain
slow and painful death.
The Countess stood with two gentlemen and several Nazi
workers. The two gentlemen also wore black raincoats and
were unrecognizable to Pamela. They had to be top operative
though since the great Countess never worked with "amateurs
and thugs".
"Boy I can't wait to turn in this base's location. Not
only will we nail a secret U-Boat base, we'll also nail the
Countess herself and her gang of goons." Pamela softly
whispered to herself. But as she sat watching the spies on
the dock, she felt a small, cylindrical object press into
the middle of her back.
"Get up frauline and keep ze hands vhere I can zee
them." said a deep German voice behind her. Pamela's eyes
lit up as she slowly rose to her feet with her back to the
gunman.
"Hey... Hey Franz." shouted the gunman, "Comin z here.
I have caught a little spy." And with that shout several
workers began racing down the gangway toward the side tunnel
entrance. They were several hundred feet away but, at a good
jog, they would be on her in only a few minutes.
"Turn around slowly frauline." ordered the gunman, "let
me have a look at you." Pamela slowly turned to face the
mysterious man behind her. The man was one of the workers,
apparently using the tunnel to travel to and from the
highway. He was a stocky, rather disgusting gentleman
wearing large, blue overalls, a ragged, oil soaked T-shirt
and tattered work boots.
As she turned to face him his face lit up with a small,
perverse smile as his eyes shifted downward toward Pamela's
bare legs and tight shirt. "You American girls are most
attractive. I do so much enjoy being in America." the pot-
bellied worker slurred as he gaped at her shapely body.
Thinking quickly Pamela realized she had an edge. Her
arms were held up at her sides with her hands about level
with her head. Swinging her elbows inward, she slowly
squeezed her large breasts together, creating a rather
impressive canyon of cleavage. At the same time she cocked
her hips to one side, bring her legs and thighs together and
bending one leg slightly at the knee. She then bent slighlty
forward toward the worker and her full red lips sprouted a
small, dreamy smile. With this stance she could probably
pose for any cheesecake, war calendar and probably be the
most popular month.
"Oh please don't hurt me." Pamela said softly and
slowly as she batted her long eyelashes innocently, "I
wasn't doing anything wrong, I promise. I'll do anything you
want if just don't hurt me." She looked deep into his eyes
with her best 'who me' school girl look. Her eyes blossomed
into two, big, blue pools of pure helplessness.
"Don't worry my dear." said the worker as he approached
her, reaching out to grab her upper arm with his free hand.
"We won't hurt you. We just want to ask you a few
questions." he continued staring intensely at her large,
round breasts.
"Oh I'm not worried," Pamela replied.
Suddenly, with blinding agility, she let out a powerful
front kick that landed between the workers legs. At first
she thought he was going to scream like a wild animal and
maneuvered herself so she could knock him out with a karate
blow.
The worker didn't scream, however. Instead, he froze
in a prone, hunched over position and slowly tilted over,
falling with a low, dull thump to the dirt floor like a thick
oak tree crashing to the ground.
"Gets em every time." she beamed as she picked up the
gun and shook the sand off of it. As she did so she could
hear the other workers climbing up the catwalk that
connected the side tunnel entrance to the grotto. "Oh boy.
I'd better beat it, but quick, or I'm going to end up the
guest of honor at a Nazi gang bang party."
She bolted for the entrance door and, as she reached
it, she could here the workers at the other end picking up their
stunned friend. "Damned American bitch!" she could hear
"We'll fix her good!"
Getting outside was a lot easier than getting in but
she had to do something to slow them down. There was no way
she was going to make it up the cliff without them taking a
shot at her. Maybe Wonder Woman could handle these thugs but
not her. One lone girl with a Lugar wasn't going to hold off
20 or 30 men.
As the door shut, she noticed the stone switch
extending itself back out from the rock. "If I could jam that switch..."
she thought. Quickly using the only hard thing she had, Pamela
wedged the barrel of the Lugar into the crack between the switch
stone and the surround rock.
After securing the pistol, she headed back for the
path, bolting and bounding from rock to rock like some
adrenaline pumped mountain goat. Stopping for just a moment,
she looked down the cliff to see if she was being chased or,
worse yet, being fired upon. The pounding surf was so loud
the workers could have been firing cannon shells at her and
she wouldn't have heard them.
At first she thought the wedged gun didn't work as she
could see the door opening. But it quickly stopped after
only a few inches and she could see it opening and closing
as though the men were trying to force it open. "Good thing
he was carrying a Lugar instead of a 45," she thought as she
continued up the rocks "I never would have gotten the barrel
jammed in the rock if it was a 45."
Reaching her Desoto, she whipped open the door and fired up
the engine, slamming it into reverse and flattening the gas pedal in one
swift, fluid motion. The car's tires spun in the soft dirt
spraying up a large shower of dirt and gravel as the she
maneuvered the car at high speed in reverse back up the dirt
rode to the highway.
"Oh NO!" she gasped as she looked through the back
window of the car. Between her and the highway, two men
stood with machine guns. Instantly, they opened fire on the
car. Instinctively, Pamela ducked her head behind the seat,
hoping she could keep the car on course.
An array of 'plunking' sounds rang through the car as the
spray of bullets punched through the thin steel of the
body. Glass showered all over Pamela and the front
seat as the bullets went through the rear and front
windshields. Amazingly enough, none of them went through the
seats, as she had hoped, and she continued to barrel the car
like a small, black juggernaut up the dirt road.
Bthump, Bthump.
She could hear the bodies of the two men role over the
top of the car as she rear ended them. "What idiots." she
thought as she backed the car out onto the highway. "I would
have at least gotten the hell out of the way."
Sitting back up she slammed the car into first and
headed south down the highway toward Bricksburg. This was
the closest town, and the closest phone, and she had to let
someone know what was going on. Since it was a Saturday and
the defense department would be closed, her only hope was to
contact Diana at home, that's of course, if she was home.
As the car sped off, three figures walked onto the rode.
Bending down one of the men wiped his fingers on a wet spot
on the highway. "Petrol, her car is leaking." the man in the
raincoat said in a deep German accent.
"Good" said the countess in a deviously, pleasant
voice. "Our little spy won't get far. Tell our agents in
Bricksburg to expect a visitor. I want her brought to me
ALIVE!"
- - -
Drucella sat at the drugstore counter, her hands
cupped in her lap, her legs crossed at the ankles and her
head bent over a huge chocolate malt. She didn't move a
muscle except for her mouth which slowly sucked and slurped
away at the ice cream desert in front of her. Around the
drugstore various businessmen, housewives, the shop owner
and several teenagers stared in awe.
Surrounding Drucella was a plethora of 10 or 12 empty
malt, sundae and ice cream dishes. Never in their lives had
they seen such anyone eat so much ice cream in such a short
amount of time, at least no one that didn't head for the
rest room holding there mouth.
"Uh, Hi. My name is Daniel." at first the feasting amazon
didn't even notice the young man who sat down next to her.
"Uh hello... yoo hoo.."
Drucella shifted her head to one side to see the person
talking to her. Raising her head she turned slowly around to
look the other way thinking he was addressing someone to her
other side. "Are you talking to me?" shyly asked Dru as she
pulled the straw from the half empty glass and licked the
ice cream remnants from it.
"Yeah um.. my name is Daniel but everyone calls me
Danny" stuttered the boy as he held out his hand to Dru.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do they call you Danny?"
"Cause that's my name, Danny."
"I thought your name was Daniel."
"It is." Danny said sheepishly retracting his hand.
"How strange. You have two names?" Dru remarked as she
returned to slurping up her ice cream treat.
"Well at least I can't eat a dairy's worth of ice
cream." replied Danny, "how can you eat so much?"
Dru quickly stopped and stared in embarrassment at Danny.
She then looked about the store at the gaping customers.
Then she leaned toward Danny and whispered.
"You mean this is a lot?"
"Maybe where you come from it isn't but around here
that's a kids allotment of ice cream for a whole year."
replied Danny.
Dru daintily plopped the straw on the counter and
pushed the glass away in a quick, non-chalant manner. "Oh,
well, I was done anyway. Besides, where I come from we don't
have anything like ice cream sundaes or chocolate malts or
rootbeer floats ...." and as she listed off all the desert
treats in the store she stared hungrily at the half empty
cup with her big brown eyes in an almost hypnotic trance.
"Well... uh... I was wondering if you'd like to go for
a ride with me in my car?" sheepishly asked Danny as he
slowly waved his hand in her face in a vain attempt to disrupt
her craving stare.
"Ride? What ride?" asked Drucella as the spell was
suddenly broken.
"My car. I have a car. Would you like to go for a ride in
it?" asked Danny again impatiently.
Remembering what Diana said, Drucella thought that
running around town with a strange boy could be construded
as 'getting into trouble' though the idea sent a slight
tingle down her spine.
"Oh, I better not. My sister's expecting me to come
home soon. In fact, I think I hear her now." Dru said as she
perked her ear toward the door in a kind of pretend
listening motion.
"Uh, I don't hear anything. Are you sure you can't go
for a ride? I know you'd love it." the boy pleaded.
"Oh believe me, when my sister wants your attention, you
can't refuse it." said Dru as she walked out the door of the
drugstore and headed for Diana's apartment.
"And I bet it would have been fun too." Dru thought in
disgust, "Oh, Diana, why do you have to be so boring!"
After several minutes of figuring out how the key
worked in the lock, Drucella plodded into Diana's apartment
and plopped down on the couch. Immediately she sprang up and
headed for the icebox. After perusing the contents for
several minutes, she slammed the door in disgust.
"Diana you eat like a rabbit. No ice cream at all just
vegetables, vegetables and more vegetables!" Drucella
blurted out.
As the door slammed shut, however, Dru noticed a note
stuck to the handle. "Its a note from Diana." Reading it
semi-out loud in a bored, droning way, Dru tossed it down on
the kitchen table and stomped angrily back into the living
room. "Got to work late... Got to work late" she mockingly
repeated the note's message. "I guess I'll just have to sit
here and read..."
At that moment the phone rang. At first Dru had no idea
what was going on. The bell sound rang out like a crying
baby wanting attention. Dru sat up and in a panic twirling
about the room in a frenzy.
"OK, Diana told me about these things. A phone... yeah
she said its a black thing..." and Drucella began to hunt
for the source of the ringing sound. Seeing what she thought
was it, Dru picked up the handset and brought it to her
face.
"Diana... is that you?" Dru said as she closed one eye
and stared into the receiver. The voice on the other end
appeared to be blurting out tons of indiscernible information
and rambled on frantically.
"Uh, hello.." said Dru again slowly as she put the
handset to her mouth. "Diana... Diana... You've got to
send help quickly." blurted the frantic voice.
"Um... uh... this isn't Diana, I'm her sis...." Drucella
started to say.
"I'm in grave danger. There's a secret Nazi base here
at Bricksburg, off Goose Island road on the beach. A U-Boat
base and everything. And you're not going to believe this
but the Countess is also here." rambled Pamela, "Oh my
God... I've got to go. Come to Bricksburg..." click.
Dru held the phone away from her face and stared at it
again in complete confusion. "What was that all about?" she
thought. "Hey, wait a minute. That woman said Nazis. Those
are Diana's enemies." "If I could catch them that will prove
to Diana I can take care of myself!" exclaimed Drucella.
"But how do I get to this Bricksburg?" she wondered.
Suddenly, a childishly, devilish gleam came to her eye and
picking up a pen and paper she quickly jotted down a note:
Dear Diana:
Gone to catch some Nazi named the Countess in Bricksburg.
Will be back for dinner (or at least desert).
Love and Kisses
Drucella
Propping the note on the phone, she bolted for the door
and headed for the drugstore. "I hope that Danny Daniel boy
still wants to give me a ride." she said to herself.
- - -
Pamela quickly hung up the dime store phone and darted
around the back of the phone booth. The two men who walked
in the front door looked awfully suspicious but her paranoia
was confirmed when the courteous store owner happily pointed
toward booth and the two men started back toward her.
Looking about frantically she noticed the backdoor and
made a bee line for it. The two men would have to zig zag
past several aisles of canned and grocery goods to reach the
phone booth and she was sure they didn't see her duck down
the little hallway that led to the rear exit.
Watching behind her she quickly opened the door and
bolted out. Halfway out the door into the alley, she felt a
strong arm grab her from one side of the exit. The arm
wrapped around her waste and pulled her off to one side,
throwing her off balance.
As she was pulled over to the side, another man wearing
a black raincoat rushed her from the front and wrapped both
his arms around her bare legs, lifting them off the ground
and firmly holding them at bay. Her hips and thighs twisted
and gyrated against the man's superior grip as she fought to
get away.
At the same time, the man behind her reached up and
place a folded handkerchief over her nose and mouth. The
overpowering waves of chloroform fumes blasted into her
lungs and she struggled in vain to escape their
anesthetizing effects.
The three combatants formed a wriggling mass of arms
and legs as Pamela thrusted and twisted to free herself. Her
bare legs and round, full hips surged up and around in
massive arcs as the two men held their prey from escaping.
Like a snake pinned from both ends, her shapely body could
only twist and wiggle in futile defiance as she continued to
breathe in the anesthetic.
As the three continued their gyrating dance, a black
sedan quickly pulled up with the rear door flying open to
scoop up the helpless blonde. The man holding Pamela's legs
backed into the rear, pulling in the struggling girl while
the other man forced her upper body into the back seat,
making sure the chloroform stayed over her mouth. He then
climbed in himself and sat down, laying Pamela's upper body
on his lap. The other man, with his right arm clapped around
her thighs, pulled her hips onto his lap and held her
thrusting body down with his other arm. At the same time the
rear door slammed shut and the car took off toward the
north.
After about 20 seconds, Pamela's darting, frantic eyes
began to grow heavy from sleep. Like a sponge, the
handkerchief slowly soaked away her consciousness until her
fiery struggles were stilled. Pamela sank into the back
seat, letting out a low, dull, muffled moan as she
surrendered to the chloroform.
As soon as the blonde agent was unconscious, the man
holding the handkerchief, continued to hold it in place. He
then removed another handkerchief from his coat pocket and
proceeded to tie it around her mouth. This kept the drug
soaked handkerchief in place while also gagging the sleeping
girl.
At the same time the second man rolled Pamela over,
pulling both her hands behind her back. He then produced a
length of thin, white rope and, while crossing her hands
behind her back, he wrapped it several times horizontally
and then vertically around her wrists, tying it just tight
enough as to not cut off her circulation but tight enough to
keep her securely bound.
He then brought the long end of the rope down the back
of her legs and wrapped it several times around her ankles,
securing her bundled legs with several tight knots. The two
men then rolled the bound and gagged Pamela over on her back
and slid her down their legs onto the floor of the car,
laying her on her back between
the front and rear seats.
Both men stared down at Pamela and their gaze moved
slowly over her helpless body. "These American women are so
beautiful eh Fritz." said the one man as he put his hand on
her bare knee and began sliding it slowly up and down the
inside of her firm, soft thigh. "Ya, I will enjoy, ehem,
interrogating her." the other said as a deviantly wicked
smile came across his face.
Part 3.
As Danny's car sped away, Drucella made her way down
the dirt road that ran down to the beach. She had a
difficult time convincing the boy she lived here and that
she didn't want to ride with him anymore. "I don't know why
everyone's so protective. Nothings going to happen to me. I
can take care of myself." she blasted as she stomped down
the road.
After about 20 or 30 feet, past the visibility of the
road, the young amazon stopped and began to twirl. In a
blinding flash, Wonder Girl stood where Drucella once was.
Running at an amazing speed she bounded and leapt down
the road and cliff faces as she headed for the beach below.
In a matter of a few minutes she had leapfrogged her way to
the bottom and stood in the white sand of the beach.
The sun had gone down at this point but the moon was
full and it lit up the beach like a huge, soft spot light.
Of course Dru didn't actually need that much light to see
since her amazon physique gave her super vision along with
her other abilities.
"Where should I start," Dru said as she slowly moved
around the beach. So anxious was she to lay her hands on a
few Nazis she hadn't noticed a sentry sitting halfway up
the hill that overlooked the beach.
Since Pamela's unannounced visit, the countess had
decided a sentry would be a good thing to have. At first the guard
didn't see the young nymph coming down the hill since his
vision was only normal and he could only see pale shadows and
silhouettes. He continued to sit puffing away slowly on one of
those delicious American cigarettes until Dru nearly landed
on top of him as she did one of her 40 foot leaps down the
cliff. All he could see was the underside of a very shapely
girl passing nearly 3 feet overhead and shooting past him going
down hill.
He quickly snuffed out his cigarette and slid behind
some rocks, grasping his field phone. "Damn!" he exclaimed
as he slowly cranked the phone and picked up the receiver.
- - -
The countess sat at her desk as she reviewed various
photographs of US government personnel when her field phone
rang.
"What is it." she said bluntly.
"Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman is coming up the beach."
said the whispering, stuttering guard on the other end.
"WHAT!" screamed the countess as she quickly stood up
"Keep an eye on her! I'll be at the entrance."
As she slammed the phone down in its case she called
out to her two assistants. "Hanz, Fritz! Come with me!" she
ordered. All three of them bolted for the side tunnel
entrance.
The countess was an extremely attractive woman in her
late 30's. Her family was the richest and one of the most
influential families in all the third Reich. She stood
about 5'7" and had very long, jet black hair that ran down
to the small of her back. Her face was wide and full with
two large, dark brown eyes and a wide, full mouth. Her
eyes, no matter what expression, always had a slight tilt
to them that gave her a devious look giving anyone the
impression that this woman always had something wicked and
sexy on her mind.
Her body was stalky but fit with two above average sized
breasts and a set of wide, motherly hips. Her muscles and
fat hung lazily on her frame giving her a constant relaxed
and satisfied look. It was as though you could come up
behind her and grab her literally anywhere and she would
not jump once.
Everything about this woman was dark from her hair and
eyes to her tight dress and skirt down to her silk stockings
and black stiletto shoes. This woman's main weapon, besides
her wits, was her body, which she took pleasure in using
to get whatever she wanted.
She peered through the peephole out onto the moonlit
beach. "Ah, this is not Wonder Woman." she said slowly as
she continued to study Dru.
"Then who is it?" asked Hanz.
"It is the Wonder Girl our agents reported to us on their
last visit here. She's not what I had expected but, I have
an idea." the countess said as she stepped away from the
peephole. "Quickly, we haven't much time!"
- - -
Drucella walked along the beach, twirling and scanning
it as though ready for anything. Like a kid playing a game
she pretended that every rock had a Nazi behind it.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she could see a
light shinning out of a doorway in the rocks. "Ah ha!" she
said to herself as she stealthily entered the doorway.
The hallway was poorly lit except for the one bright
bulb at the entrance. Along the sides were several tall
crates which formed a narrow corridor running down the
center. At the other end she could spy a female form facing
her.
"Come into my web said the spider to the fly." the
countess mussed.
"I don't know who you are but if you're the countess,
I'm going capture you and your group of Nazis!" Dru
proclaimed as she stood with her hands on her hips and her
legs slightly apart.
"OOOOOO! I'm so afraid." mocked the countess as she
hunched her back in pretend fear and wiggled her fingers at
the young girl.
Like a steam locomotive blowing its stack, Dru snarled
and bolted at the countess. In a matter of moments she was
on the dark haired woman but, as she went to grab her, her
hands bounced off a hard, flat surface.
The mirror fell backward and hit the soft dirt floor as
Dru stood stunned and confused. At that moment she felt a
hard pull from behind as her magical belt left her waste.
The countess stepped out from behind one of the crates
holding the belt. "Get her!" she cried.
At that moment a mob of 5 men jumped out from behind
various crates and pilled on top of the now helpless Drucella.
Dru wiggled and gyrated in futility as the mass of arms and
legs wrapped themselves around her struggling body, holding
it in place.
As they pulled her to the floor, a hand came from
behind her head and a handkerchief clamped itself down over
her nose and mouth. She struggled wildly as the ether took
effect, sapping the girls strength.
The mass of bodies surged as the struggling girl fought
in hopeless desperation to escape. At last, though, the
overwhelming odds were too much and the young amazon's
struggles stilled. Drucella let out a soft, dull moan as
she slipped unconscious.
The countess stepped up to the pile of men as they
picked up the unconscious heroine. "Take her." the countess
said non-chalantly as she examined Wonder Girl's lasso.
"You've earned some ehem... entertainment."
With that the men reveled in their captured prey and
carried Dru down the dark, murky hallway toward the
grotto.
"Yes, my dear Wonder Woman, you will come to save your
sister." the countess said holding up the lasso, "And I'll
be waiting."
- - -
"Dru, Dru..." Diana called out as she walked into the
living room. "Where is that girl." she thought as she looked
about the apartment.
As she walked back into the living room she spied Dru's
note on the telephone.
"Damn!" Diana cursed and with that the large brunette
bolted out the door and down to her car.
- - -
The countess slowly sauntered down one of the curved
tunnels that made up the tiny maze of hallways in the
underground base. The base wasn't built by the Nazis.
Apparently, years ago, this cave was constructed by
gangsters during the prohibition to smuggle and make
liquor. In researching a place of operations, the German
high command had found out about the grotto and made sure
all records of it were removed from the local police
records.
She made her way toward a large wooden door at the end
of the narrow hallway. As she approached, a slight smile came
to her face as the sounds of moans and grunts grew louder
and louder. She knew the sound of torture when she heard
it and a slight tingle of excitement shot down her back and
between her legs as she opened the cell door. She stood in
the open doorway staring and biting lightly on her lower lip
as she watched in deviant, satisfaction at the tantalizing
spectacle before her.
Drucella was on the floor. Her hands were tied
together and over her head and securely anchored to a large ring
that hung from the ceiling. This left her in a doggie-style
kneeling position with her upper body weight supported by
her hanging arms.
She was stripped naked and was in the company of three
of the dock workers. The first was laying on his back,
parallel to Dru and underneath her. His legs were spread
wide apart and they lay to either side of her knees. This
put him in a position where his face rested almost right
under the young captive's large breasts.
In each hand he had firmly cupped each breast and was
feverishly squeezing and massaging them. The large round
orbs flattened and squished together violently as he took
insidious joy in molesting them. His fingers pinched and
pulled at her ripe, hard nipples making each gland shimmy
and slosh about as she reacted to each teasing tug with
a twist of her torso.
Every now and again he would wrap his arm around her
back and pull himself up, landing his mouth hard down over
an exposed nipple. Like some wild animal feeding he would suck
and squeeze her tit violently in some vain attempt at
milking her dry.
Drucella grunted and moaned but her helpless cries were muffled.
The second worker was poised in front of her with his pants
down around his ankles. With his hands clamped around her
brunette head, holding it still, he slid his penis in and out of her
mouth slowly, forcing the member deep into her throat with each
pump. Drucella breathed heavily through her nose as the
member completely blocked her mouth. Her lips wrapped
around it tightly and she could do nothing as it penetrated her
mouth again and again.
Behind her though, was the main reason for her
struggling and moaning. Another dock worker was crouched behind her,
his heavy, hard hands wrapped around her waste. He twisted and
pounded his cock inside of her over and over as he viciously
penetrated and raped her.
Her hips surged and wiggled about in defiance as he
continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper into her
defenseless vagina. With each intense thrust came a
cooresponding moan of resistance from the bound girl.
"Ah the great Wonder Girl, HA!" gasped the enraged worker.
"I'll teach you a little lesson in manners BITCH!" he
exclaimed as he stepped up fucking her.
As the worker increased his pumping, Dru began to
wiggle about frantically. As she did so her head bobbed and
rocked back and forth, intensifying the second workers
experience.
Like a balloon ready to burst the pressure
began to build. As each man thrust his cock into her, she
reacted by gyrating in resistance. This excited the men
even more and the vicious spiral continued to climb.
Then, almost as though she knew what would happen next,
Dru began to moan wildly, grunting objective sounds of
resistance as the two men began to arch their backs,
surging in excitement.
Sensing the coming flood, the first man under her,
grabbed her firmly around her back and plunged a breast into
his mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could. Dru began
to yell at this point, knowing she could not escape.
Swelling higher and higher, the mound of men and one girl
surged inevitably upward. Then, in a moment of tension
filled silence, both men let out a low, dull cry as each
exploded inside her.
Drucella gulped and choked as the cum filled her mouth
and forced itself down her throat. The man in front of her
reached his hand down under her chin and slowly caressed
the lump in her throat, forcing her to swallow heavily. The
rest of the cum poured out around her mouth and trickled
down her chin forming a trail of semi white liquid. This
trail added to the already existing trails, made over the last
few hours, that ran down her neck, over her chest and down
each breast. That pretty little mouth had tasted several of
the countess's men and this was most definitly not the
last.
The worker behind her grabbed her buttocks with each
hand and continued to penetrate her, making sure to pump
every last drop inside. "How's that you American slut!"
gloated the worker. "Maybe you like some more eh!? Maybe I
let you lick it clean?!"
Dru rocked back and forth slowly as the two men
continued to relieve themselves inside her. She had spent
the last few hours at the hands of her tormentors being
relentlessly violated. At first the experience was painful and
rough but, as each man took his turn, she slowly began to
slip into a state of semi-euphoria. Each penetration
brought her new, overwhelming experiences as the shock
passed and the waves of ectasy poured through her.
"Enough." The countess said slowly and softly, "Can't
you see our little guest is enjoying herself too much as it
is? We don't want to over indulge her now do we?" she said
in a sadistically, sarcastic voice, letting out a deviant
chuckle as she entered the room and waved off the three men.
"Ya Vole." blurted the three men as they forcefully
pushed the defeated female to the floor and stood to their
feet, getting dressed.
They stood around the helpless female in a protective
semi-circle as the countess walked around to Dru's front
and knelt down to face her. Reaching out with one hand she
softly grabbed Drucella by the chin and forced Dru to look
her in the eye.
"Now you don't want to do this all day do you?" asked
the countess.
"I would think the few hours you've had to
get to know my men and to find out what kind of nice people
they are would make you just anxious to be our little
friend." she said smiling.
Drucella let out a defiant, animalistic snarl as she
pulled her head away from the countess's stare. Drool and
cum dribbled out of her wet mouth as she gritted her teeth
and stared rebelliously back at the woman.
"When my sister gets here, you're going to be real sorry!"
Dru exclaimed in protest in a low, rasping voice.
The countess pulled her hand away and looked at the cum
on her fingers. Then, staring back at Wonder Girl she slowly
plunged her fingers into her own mouth and sucked the cum
from them, licking the remnants off each finger tip and off
her lips.
Drucella mouth opened slightly in surprise at the
depravity of this woman.
The countess stood back up and smiled a cool, wide
smile as though patronizing Drucella. "Don't worry my
dear, your sister will be joining you shortly." she giggled
as she walked to the door. She then gave one of the men behind
Dru a quick stare and a nod.
With that, the three men pounced on the helpless
heroine. Untying her hands they wrestled her to the floor
pulling her hands behind her back and tying them, first at
the elbows, then at the wrists. They then proceeded to gag
her, first stuffing her mouth with a rolled up rag and
securing it in place with a long white handkerchief.
"Seeing how you don't want to talk, you don't mind
being gagged now do you." chuckled the countess as she
reach into her coat pocket and produced a long, thin,
nicely decorated, black box about 12 inches long.
After trussing Drucella up, the men rolled the
struggling amazon on her back. Two of the men each grabbed a
leg and pinned her limbs down will the third held her down
by the shoulders.
The countess walked around to Drucella's feet and knelt
down between her legs. "And just so you don't get bored
with your own silence, I think you should meet a very, very
close friend of mine." said the countess as she opened the
box and pulled out its contents.
The dildo was about 12 inches long, made of ivory
and was carved with several wicked bumps and ridges that
ran all down its length. At the end, a special protrusion
ran from the base, back up the length and to the top. At
the end of the protrusion was a large ball that clamped
down on the phallic with a kind of spring tension. The whole
thing looked like a huge, wide ball point pen with a pocket
clip running along the outside. Also from the base ran two
thin elastic strap loops.
"I call this my bitch tamer." said the countess as she
leaned toward Dru and looped each elastic loop around
Drucella's feet and slide the dildo up her legs. Dru surged
and cried muffled cries of resistance as the over-sized dildo
plunged into her. The clip portion slid up along the outside
of her vagina, between her lips and the ball clamped down
hard on her exposed clitoris.
The countess then took the loop ends and hooked them
over Dru's wide hip bones, strapping the diabolic phallic
in place. She then gave Dru a couple of affectionate
pats on her tummy and stood up.
The two men holding her legs forced her legs together
and, using several lengths of rope, they tied her legs
together at the thighs, knees and ankles. They then returned
to holding her down.
The bound and gagged nymph struggled and gyrated
slowly as she tried to work the dildo out. "Oh you'll never
get that out." the countess mused. "Oh by the way, let me
show you my favorite feature." and with that the countess
reached between Dru's legs and flipped a switch at the
base of the dildo.
Drucella's hips surged uncontrollably as the phallic went
to work vibrating and thrusting in a relentless attempt to
defeat its victim. The countess then leaned over Dru's face
and, kissing her two fingers she placed them
on Dru's cheek and said "Good-bye my sweat. Soon you will
be broken and you will tell me everything I want to know."
With that the three men let Drucella go and stood out of the way.
Like a wild, bucking filly being let out of its shoot, Dru
flailed and gyrated frantically on the floor as the waves of
uncontrollable ecstasy pounded away at her will power.
The four left the cell staring and laughing at the
bound and gagged heroine struggling and moaning on the floor.
As they left they could hear a low dull moan from the
helpless Wonder Girl as the first of dozens of climaxes claimed a
little portion of her will power.
"She will break soon." the countess softly said to her
men. "The real challange will be Wonder Woman and I have a
very special surprise in store for her." "It will be a
pleasure bringing that American bitch down off her high
pedestal."
Part 4.
Wonder Woman landed hard on the sandy beach as she practically
flew down the side of the cliff. "Don't worry Dru!" Diana whispered
desperately. "I'm coming for you."
Diana stood on the dark, cool beach, scouring the hills and cliffs for
any sign of her mischievous sister. As she slowly moved along the
shore, she could see a small glint of light coming from a pile of rocks
ahead. Where as Drucella had lumbered toward the light like a bull
elephant, Diana stealthily approached it like some exotic jungle cat.
She could see the light was coming from a man-made stone door
that was slightly ajar. Pushing gently on it, she opened it just enough for
her body to pass and she quickly slipped inside.
The light came from a single bulb that hung down from a cable that
ran along the ceiling from the door, down the tunnel and into the
darkness ahead. Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead of her, blocking the
narrow tunnel.
"Ah, the famous American avenger Wonder Woman. I've heard so
much about you." said the man as he stood in her path. He was tall, lean
and wore a thick black raincoat with a Stetson hat. "Is this what you are
looking for?" he said as he held up Drucella's barrette, balancing it on
his finger and sprouting a wicked smile.
"YOU!... What have you done with Dr... Wonder Girl!" Diana blasted
almost blurting out Drucella's name. "I'm going to make you all PAY!"
and with that Diana bolted for the mysterious gentleman.
Suddenly, like a train slamming on the brakes, she slid to a stop
about 3/4 the way to her target. Stopping for a moment she spied the
man more closely. "The buttons..." she thought to herself. Looking about
she could see a stack of crates between her and her antagonist, a stack
of crates that would be a perfect hiding place for what she suspected
was going on.
Standing upright and confidently putting her hands on her hips, she
cocked her hips to one side and sprouted a suspecting smile. "I didn't
know women's clothing on men was the main fashion in Germany these
days?" she asked coyly.
"Vas is this?" The man said looking very puzzled at himself. "Vat do
you mean?"
"The buttons on your raincoat. They're on the wrong side. Either you
like wearing women's clothing or..." Diana leapt forward, ignoring the
man in front of her and headed straight for the hidden area behind the
crates in front of her.
"...you're a reflection..." she stated as she pounced on the knook.
With a burst of speed and agility she twisted him out from behind the
crates and flipped him hard over her head and down the tunnel back
toward the entrance.
At that point, two men stepped out from behind the stacks of crates
between her and the exit and began shooting at her. She effortlessly
deflected the first round of bullets with an arrogant smile.
The two men paused for a moment and then took steadier aim, firing
continuously at the amazon. This time the task was harder as each shot
was much better aimed and the two men fired at separate areas.
Shortly, however, the satisfying sound of "click...click" rang from both
guns as both men expended their rounds. They dropped their guns and
headed back toward the exit. Wonder Woman shot after them in hot
pursuit as the two agents bolted out the secret entrance door and out
onto the beach.
She forcefully plowed into the stone door, forcing it wide open as she
emerged onto the stone ledge that overlooked the beach. As she jumped
down into the sand, she unhooked her magic lasso and began twirling it.
She couldn't use it in the tunnel since it was too narrow but, out here,
she was free to wield it.
"Big mistake boys," she said confidently as she threw the line, "at
least in the tunnel I couldn't rope you." The lasso coiled around both the
running agents and, with a quick tug, she pulled the rope closed,
smashing the two men into each other and flipping them backward onto
the ground.
Slowly she sauntered up to the dazed men, reeling in the rope as she
walked. "Now gentlemen, we're going to have a nice talk and you're
going to tell me everything I want to know starting with where is Wonder
Girl?"
Picking one of the men up by his coat collars Wonder Woman pulled
him close to her, staring him straight in the eye. The agent dangled his
feet as the amazon held him off the ground. "I guess its too bad for you I
didn't fall for your little trap." Diana said arrogantly.
"On the contrary, THIS is the trap..." and with that the agent pulled a
small pin from out of his coat and turned his face. The gas from the
canister under his coat shot out like water from a fire hose directly into
Diana's surprised face.
The buxom heroine reeled in shock as she staggered backward,
taking the full blast from the canister. She dropped the half stunned
agent as she tried to cover her mouth in a vain attempt at blocking the
gas.
At that moment, she could feel something wrap around her shoulders
as Drucella's lasso coiled around her. Instantly she could feel the effects
of the magical item as her will quickly faded. Thrashing and reeling like
a roped stallion she twisted and struggled against both the gas and the
magic rope.
"Don't fight it my dear," calmly said a female voice, "you cannot win."
"How do you like our new gas?" the countess asked teasingly. "You see
it works by skin contact and not by breathing it in. Since we're all
wearing these nice thick raincoats and you're wearing that skimpy little
outfit, the gas hardly affects us but I'm sure its taking its toll on you."
The countess was right. Diana's bare legs, arms and upper chest
were covered with a thin layer of the white powder which quickly
impregnated her skin, causing her to feel intensely dizzy. She could feel
the beach spin out from under her as she rolled to the ground struggling.
As she hit the ground, several of the agents piled on top of her,
rolling her on her stomach. With a quick yank she felt her magical belt
slip away from around her waste. At that moment her strength went to
normal and the men easily subdued the defenseless heroine.
"Tie her." ordered the gloating countess as she tossed the men
Diana's loose rope. The men first took Drucella's rope and continued
wrapping it around Diana's shoulders, pinning her upper arms. They then
pulled her arms behind her back and bent each arm at the elbow, folding
them into a box like configuration with her left hand resting near her right
elbow and visa versa.
Using the remaining end of Drucella's rope, they tied her left hand to
her right elbow and her right hand to her left elbow and then wrapped the
rest around her parallel fore arms, binding the two arms tightly together.
Scooping up her thighs they wrapped her own rope around her legs,
first at the thighs, then at the knees and finally at her ankles, securing
the rope with a series of very tight knots.
Diana gyrated slowly as the anesthetic gas took its toll along with the
effects of both ropes. By the time the men were done, the fallen heroine
had barely enough will power to struggle slowly in desperation. Then a
rag was forced into her mouth and another rag was tied around her head
to hold it in place. The amazing Wonder Woman lay on the beach;
bound, gagged and defenseless.
"Stand her up." ordered the countess. The men easily lifted the
bundled heroine and stood her on her weakened feet. The countess
looked deeply and coldly into Diana's defiant eyes. "I have looked
forward to meeting the world famous American heroine Wonder
Woman. I will look forward to breaking you." and with that the countess
slide her hand between Diana's legs and firmly cupped her vagina.
Diana surged backward in shock as she realized what the countess
meant. The men scooped up the struggling heroine and carted her like
some bagged prey back toward the tunnel entrance.
- - -
"Not.... not... not AGAIN!" Drucella cried out in muffled squeals as
another intense climax took a small portion of her will power. The young
amazon lay gagged and bound on the cold, stone floor of her cell. She
gyrated and struggled against her bonds as she slowly slipped further
and further into domination. The insidious device between her legs
relentlessly pumped away at its helpless victim, continuing to rob her of
climax after climax.
"Never felt like this..." she thought, "so weak...."
Even though she had been raped by the countess's men, she was not
feeling at all in despair. In fact, the incident kind of excited her. She had
never had such intense climaxes before and being bound and helpless
like this made her feel excited and intensely turned on. Back on paradise
island, sexual stimulation was never like this. Yes the women had sex
and yes it was mainly a lesbian culture but, sex was always so prim and
proper always orchestrated and honorable. "If I wasn't in so much
trouble," Dru thought wickedly, "this would actually be a lot of fun."
- - -
The door to the men's barracks burst open as the agents carried in
Diana's bound and struggling body. Her hips surged and thrust as her
bundled body was carted into the middle of the room. The 30 or so men
stood around and gaped at the magnificent woman as she was stood up
to once again to face the countess.
"Untie her legs." calmly ordered the countess. The agents quickly
untied Diana's lasso, leaving her legs free. Instantly, Diana let loose a
forceful kick that sailed very close to the countess's head. The agents
quickly wrapped their arms around her legs and forced her to stand still.
The men in the barracks let out a wave of obnoxious laughter at the
spitfire as she stood helpless before them, twisting and struggling
against her capture's grip.
"You men say I never let you have any fun." the countess yelled out
to her men jokingly. "A Wonder Girl was not enough so I have brought
you a Wonder Woman." she said, turning to look Diana in the eye.
Diana stared in shock at the countess. "What did they do to you
Dru?" she thought to herself as horrid images of her younger sister at the
hands of these men shot through her mind.
"Oh that's right my dear," said the countess with a wicked smile, "I
just hope your sister wasn't a virgin cause she certainly isn't one NOW!".
The crowd of leering men burst into another wave of laughter as Diana
kicked out wildly at the arrogant woman.
As the men wrestled the amazon back to attention, Diana's eyes shot
open wildly in shock. She could feel her costume get looser as the
zipper running up her back was slowly pulled down.
The one piece boustier and tights slid slowly down her back and her
large, full breasts rolled out like two hostages being freed. They floated
and rolled slowly to either side of her chest, assuming their natural
almost perfectly round form.
As her costume continued to slide further down, she could feel the
hands of her undresser slowly and smoothly pass over her back, down
her spine and over her buttocks. Every inch sent a chill down her spine
as more and more of her was revealed to her captures. The man slid her
costume the rest of the way down over her wide hips to her feet, slowly
stroking her bare legs with his large coarse hands. At the same time her
boots, bracelets and baret came off and hit the floor, stripping the
heroine of her only remaining protection.
A dead silence hit the room as the men stared in awe at the almost
perfect physical specimen before them. Even the countess was taken
back by this woman's incredible body as she slowly walked up to
Wonder Woman.
"Incredible," she said slowly, speaking to herself as she cupped one
of Diana's large, globular breasts and slowly massaged it. For what
seemed like an eon the woman stood there, slowly squeezing and
caressing Diana's breast, stroking and sliding her fingers over her bare
and aroused nipple.
The men stood about drooling with anticipation. This Wonder Woman
was one thing but, seeing their boss who was also quite attractive,
performing this incredible act with another woman was too much. The
crowd began to bustle with excitement like a pack of dogs waiting for the
first piece of meat to be thrown.
The countess slowly sauntered to the exit, giving Diana a wide, evil
smile as she walked past her and to the door. Then, stopping for what
seemed like an eternity, the countess let the room grow silent. Diana's
fear grew like a volcano ready to burst as her heart pounded away each
agonizing second. Then her heart sank to her stomach as the words hit
her ears. "Break Her!"
With that, the horde of men let out a horrendous, Viking's yell of
celebration as they all rushed toward the helpless heroine. Diana let out
a few masterful kicks that sent one or two of the men to their knees but it
was a token effort at best. Arms and hands enveloped the heroines
naked, struggling body and she fell backward into the vicious crowd.
At first she could feel dozens of hands all over her, sliding
themselves up her legs, along her thighs, over her knees, around her
buttocks, across her stomach... they were everywhere. She struggled
and gyrated frantically in a futile effort to resist her captures. This alone
was worth the price of admission as the incredible brunette's body put on
an irresistibly erotic show. Just the pleasure of grabbing a soft, struggling
thigh or a plump, tightening buttock, made most of the men greatly
aroused.
The men then began to get organized. They soon realized that too
many hands reaching for the cookie pot would leave no one with a
cookie. Holding Wonder Woman up at all times, two of the men wrapped
their arms around her back to support her. One arm went under her back
while the other was free to play with the prizes that lay helplessly before
them.
Each man cupped a breast, forcing the nipple into his mouth,
squeezing and massaging the large gland frantically. These were the
most amazing prizes in the universe and the men were not going to let
this opportunity go to waste. Each tit surged and flattened, swelled and
sloshed as her breasts were sucked and squeezed feverishly and
relentlessly by the two mindlessly aroused men.
Diana moaned and screamed viciously as the barbarians continued
to molest her breasts. Her hair splashed about in waves of violent
emotions like water on a stormy sea as the men bit and sucked at her
ripened nipples.
Then, suddenly, a hand grabbed a clump of her hair at the back of
her head and pulled her head down, curling it toward her back. From an
upside down view she could see a large, callused hand unzipping a pair
of pants as the dock worker standing over her head pulled out his penis.
Diana's hips rose in a stiff, defiant arch as the worker's hard, swelled
member plunged itself deep into her soft, warm mouth. She grunted and
moaned heavily as he began to slide it back and forth in a rhythmic,
pulsating fashion. Her large, full, red lips wrapped themselves tightly
around his penis and she began to suck on it in an almost instinctual,
reactive way.
She was not as frightened of situation as she was frightened of the
fact that this whole predicament was turning her on. On Paradise Island
she was a princess, a person of royalty who could not permit herself one
personal pleasure or allow herself to fall to the weakness of the flesh.
Most temptations she could resist, like the incident with Pamela (part 1)
but this was different. So many hands, such barbarism. The sensation of
all those hands groping and molesting her royal body. She had never felt
like this before and it excited her. She fought the sensation however,
knowing she could not give in to her temptations.
Her thoughts were harshly shattered however as the unthinkable
occurred. Her hips surged again as another worker slid his bare hips
between his legs and began entering her. Diana's hips slid about wildly
and frantically as his penis slowly worked its way deeper and deeper
past the tightened, defiant muscles in her vagina. Irresistibly she yielded
to his overwhelming strength as his member hit home, fully penetrating
her.
She grunted and moaned in futility as he began to slowly and
rhythmically pump in and out, her defiant hips slowly thrust with each
insertion. The two began to form a rhythm and her resistance began to
wane as the worker continued his relentless assault on her virtue.
The workers now formed a large mass of bodies as the naked,
helpless female in the middle thrust and surged as her body was
forcefully entered. The erotic moans and whines from the amazon were
the only sounds coming from the group, with none of the men speaking
or making a sound so as not to disturb the arousing noises coming from
the struggling heroine. The men that could not participate were not
without entertainment however as the vision of this incredible woman
being gang banged was as good, if not better, than actually being in the
act.
The capture, tying up and assault were taking their toll on Wonder
Woman as she began to wiggle about violently. The heavily, fatiguing
activity she was going through; her mouth being entered, her breasts
being maliciously violated and her vagina being ruthlessly penetrated
began a heavy, tingling wave which started at her pelvis and slowly
moved toward her chest. "NO!" she screamed in her mind. "How can I
do this... I can't be enjoying this..." she thought in disbelief as the climax
began to build. She fought to resist the oncoming event but her will was
severely weakened by her attack and Drucella's rope, which still bound
her hands tightly behind her back.
Suddenly, her hips thrust and surged quicker and quicker as she
blurted out moans of defiance. Both men feeling the oncoming wave
began quickening their pace along with the two sucking her breasts. The
sensations were overwhelming, the powerlessness, the bondage, the
hands groping her, the defenseless position she was in, these all raced
through her mind as her body plunged upward in one last defiant surge.
Then with a monstrous release, she collapsed into the arms of her
rapists as the first climax took a piece of her will.
At that same moment, her struggles had excited the two men
penetrating her and, at the pinnacle of her climax, they discharged,
relieving themselves inside her.
As the two men relaxed into a slow pumping rhythm, the man
violating Diana's mouth was forcefully pulled away. His discharge
sprayed over her face as he was pushed aside and the next worker
moved into place, plunging his member deep into her gasping and
helpless mouth.
The other man was also forcefully asked to step aside and she thrust
again as she could feel a new penis enter her. Her struggling quickened
as she slowly began to regain her wits and her two new assailants began
enjoying their captured prize. Thinking the climax was over and now she
could fight, her heart sank in hopeless desperation as the next wave of
sexual excitement rushed up and overwhelmed her.
Each man finished enjoying himself and another took his place, then
another, then another until the waves of climaxes and multitudes of
sensations made her lose count. Hand after hand groped her breasts,
mouth after mouth sucked her nipples. Her mouth and face were
covered with heavy streams of cum as she was taken advantage of over
and over again. Each penetration brought her new sensations and each
climax took away a small piece of her will. The heroine continued to
come in hopeless despair as her body was raped again and again.
Part 5.
The countess slowly entered the barracks. It had been over four
hours since she had last talked to Diana and she felt even an amazon
like Wonder Woman could not last that long against such a ruthless
onslaught, especially since she didn't have her magical belt to help her
resist.
The men lay about napping, each one sprawled out on their bunks in
a lazy, relaxed posture and having a satiated look on their face. She
knew something was up when she saw several smiling faces returning to
work on the submarine.
She walked around the small kettle stove that dominated the center
of the room and walked up to a 4x4 post that supported a cross beam in
the ceiling. Diana was tied against the post. Her hands were still tied
behind her back with Drucella's rope in the same position they were in
when she was captured.
Her upper chest was secured to the post with a thin, white rope that
was wrapped several times around her chest and the post, pinning her to
it. The rope continued snaking down around her waist, around her hips
several times, around her thighs several times, around her knees and
finally around her ankles. She was like a fly, cocooned in a spider's web,
all tied up and sucked dry.
Her head hung down with her matted, wet hair flopped over her bare
chest and shoulders. Her breasts were still shapely and firm but were red
and tender and they had lost a certain amount of perkiness. They lay
loose and low over her stomach.
Her legs and hips were very loose and hung in a defeated posture
against the post. Streams of dried cum and sweat stains streaked down
the insides of her full thighs, along her shapely legs and to her ankles.
The defeated woman began to moan softly as the countess grabbed
her prisoner by the hair and raised her head. Wonder Woman's mouth
was gagged with a rag stuffed inside and a thick terry towel tied around it
to secure it in place. Her eyes had thick, dark circles under them from
the hours of fatigue and torturous climaxing she had gone through. Her
eyelids were heavy and dull from exhaustion.
"The great Wonder Woman. HMPH! Look at you NOW!" scoffed the
countess. "I always knew you Americans were weak. We Germans are
much stronger. Breaking you was too easy." and with that she roughly
pulled Diana's gag off.
Dried streaks of cum and saliva stained Diana's chin and neck. Her
dull, dried mouth slowly began to speak. "I'll never break." she rasped
slowly. "You'll never defeat my will."
A smile of absolute delight burst from the countess's lips. "YES! You
are strong!." and with that, the countess grabbed the back of Diana's
head and forced Diana to kiss her. The kiss was long and deep and
slow. The countess oscillated her lips heavily as she drew out the long,
passionate kiss. She then sucked on Diana's lower lip, slowly pulling it
outward with her own lips and let it slip back with a slight pop.
"Take her to the room." the countess ordered as she strutted away
with delight. The two agents, carefully untied the defeated heroine and
carted her off, one caring her bound arms and chest, the other her thighs
and legs.
Diana could only see hazy images of lights as she was carried down
several corridors. Soon she was stood upright again as the four reached
their destination.
The room was rather large, about 20 feet in diameter, and was very
circular with the only apparent exit or entrance being the door they came
in from. The middle of the room was dominated by a large,
unidentifiable, rectangular shape that was covered with a thick, black
cloak. The shape was about ten feet tall, 6 feet across and about two
feet thick.
"I've been waiting for this." the countess gloated as she grabbed
Wonder Woman by her chin and forced her to stare into the witch's
black eyes. "Remove the cloak." she ordered, unaltering her gaze.
The two men removed the cloak and stepped aside. The countess
slid around behind Diana and wrapped her arms around her chest,
cupping each breast with her hand. "Take a look my dear. This will
certainly tame you."
Diana's eyes widened in utter horror as she staggered backward in
shock. Before her was a machine shaped very similar to an old,
medieval rack. It had a basic outer frame with crossing I beams from
each corner. On the upper corners were two straps that resembled
leather handcuffs. The bottom two corners had two stirrups and more
leather straps. The whole frame was tilted back about 15 degrees and
was propped up by two large supports. The whole thing looked like a
large, metal picture frame. Running along its length and between the
beams were several hydraulic cylinders, cables and pulleys. Various
other mechanical devises were attached to parts of the frame and a
whole band of cables ran from the frame to a control panel that was
anchored to the side.
"OH YOU FIENDS!" Diana cried out as the two agents picked up her
weakened, struggling body and carried it to the machine. Untying her
hands, the two men forced her arms into the leather cuffs and secured
them in place. They then slid their hands down and clamped Diana's
legs into the stirrups, spreading her legs at about a 30 degree angle from
each other. They finished binding their victim by wrapping a leather belt
around her waist which clamped her gyrating pelvis tightly to the frame.
They then stepped back and all three stared in amusement at the
restrained heroine.
Diana surged and thrust wildly giving the three a very entertaining
show of female struggling. After a bit, and after totally exhausting
herself, Diana settled down and growled defiantly at the countess and
her two lackeys.
"I demand to be freed!" Wonder Woman exclaimed, "I will never
yield to you or the Nazis!".
"Oh, but we don't want you to." replied the countess. "You're so much
more entertaining this way." and with that all three burst into a chorus of
humiliating laughter.
"Here, let me show you my latest creation." said the countess as she
walked up to the control panel. After flicking a few switches, Diana's
eyes popped open as she could feel the whole apparatus come to life.
Then, sensing some movement below, she looked down and gasped in
horror.
Between her legs, a mechanical arm extended out from the frame.
On the end of the arm was mounted a cylinder with various tracks on it.
Each track had another arm extending from it but, what shocked Diana
the most was what was on the end of each arm. Mounted ominously to
each mechanical arm was a large dildo. Each arm sported a different a
wicked model which were wet with lubricant and oil. Some were just
large, smooth and round while others were rigged and insidiously
curved. Each one rose like cobra snakes rearing their threatening heads
toward the bound heroine.
Diana again began to twist and wiggle at her impending fate. "Yes my
dear Wonder Woman. I'm sure these will finish you off. I just hope you
last as long as I did. It took almost two hours for me to break." said the
countess as she stared long and admiringly at the device.
The machine continued to unfold, like some insidiously deviant Swiss
army knife. Two arms on either sides of Wonder Woman's breasts
curled forward from the machine's sides and two large suction cup
devices, mounted to their ends, positioned themselves ominously over
Diana's plump, bare breasts.
"My machine can break anyone, including you Wonder Woman, if it
has a sufficient amount of power and I think we have the perfect little
dynamo right here." and with that the countess clapped her hands and
the door to the room opened.
Drucella slowly sauntered into the room and walked up to the gloating
countess. She was stripped completely naked except for her red boots,
her baret and her magical belt, which sat snugly around her thin waist.
Her hands were tied in front of her with Diana's magic lasso and she
wore a glazed, hypnotic stare which made her oblivious to Diana and
everything else around her.
"Your magical rope is quite amazing Wonder Woman." noted the
countess. "After breaking this little nymph's will, it was quite easy to
control her mind with it. She'll do anything I ask."
The countess stepped back and looked at one of her agents. "Satisfy
my man!" harshly ordered the woman. Without a moments hesitation the
young amazon walked up to the agent and knelt down in front of him.
She then unzipped his pants and wrapped her full lips around his
enlarged erection.
The man grabbed her head and held it firmly as he took advantage of
this girl's magical mouth. Diana starred in shock, not at the act, but at
how well Dru was performing it. "Where the heck did she learn to do
that!" Diana wondered giving her bonds another desperate tug.
After a few moments the agent let out a deep, low grunt as he
released. Drucella finished up by licking him absolutely clean. She stood
up running her tongue over her wet lips and stood at attention.
"Come my dear." said the countess as she took Wonder Girl by the
rope tied around her hands and lead her to a treadmill which stood off to
one side of the room. The treadmill had several leather straps and rings
attached to it and the countess attached the straps to a leather collar
that sported several rings. She then ordered Dru to stand on the
treadmill and she affixed the collar around her neck, securing the girl in
place.
Walking up to Diana, the countess picked up Drucella's lasso and
began wrapping it around the brunette's upper chest, securing it in place
with a decoratively looped bow. Diana lurched as the effects of the lasso
began to again dominate her mind.
"I assume her lasso works the same way?" the countess asked with
an arrogant gleam in her eye. Stepping back she sprouted a wicked
smile. "YOU'RE HORNY!" she ordered.
Diana surged uncontrollable as the lasso compelled her to obey.
Waves of sexual excitement rippled through her bound body as she
softly moaned and cooed. "Never... thought of... doing this before..."
Diana thought to herself wondering about all the other possibilities this
could open up for her.
The countess then walked over to the hypnotized Wonder Girl and
gave her a horse's swat on the rear. "YA MULE!" she ordered and
Wonder Girl began to trot along at a mild pace.
The machine sprang to life as the mechanical arms began to move
into place. Diana thrashed and wiggled frantically as the arms moved
closer and closer to her unprotected body. To anyone else, running the
treadmill would have been exhausting but having her magical belt on,
Wonder Girl wasn't even breaking a sweat.
The first things to go were Diana's breasts. The large suction cup
attachments plunged down on her tits and sucked them inside, almost
totally engulfing them. The cups began to squeeze and massage her tits,
sucking and pressing them up and down in a rhythmic pumping fashion.
She could feel her nipples being pinched and sucked as some sort of
devious attachment inside acted like a mouth, gorging themselves on
the massive glands.
She shifted and twisted her chest in a vain attempt to shake off the
mechanical molesters but her struggling only added to her stimulation as
the implanted command from the lasso continued to pound away at her
will.
Suddenly, the room echoed with an enormous female scream of
excitement and shock as Diana yelled out defiantly. A large, white dildo
forcefully enter her defenseless vagina. Her hips thrust and wiggled
violently against the forceful entry but the leather strap around her waist
prevented her from moving about, restraining her struggles.
The moaning and yelling continued as the large round phallic
traveled deeper and deeper. Diana's head thrashed from side to side as
the uncontrollable experience overwhelmed her.
"CLIMAX!" the countess ordered. The fettered Wonder Woman let
out the most erotic and sensual, moaning cry any of them ever heard.
Diana climaxed hard and wildly as she was commanded to and streams
of lubricant poured down the dildo as she heavily discharged. The sound
alone was incredibly exciting as the two men shifted their erections in
their pants. Diana began panting and grunting as the dildo began sliding
in and out, pumping her higher and higher toward another overwhelming
climax.
"Faster, faster!" ordered the countess to the obedient Drucella. The
harnessed amazon stepped up her pace, switching to a quick jog. The
machine responded by squeezing Diana's tits more violently and by
pumping the dildo faster and faster. Diana thrashed and moaned
uncontrollably as the relentless onslaught continued.
Too overwhelmed to notice the activity behind her, Wonder Woman
squeal a cry of shock as another phallic came from behind and inserted
itself in her rear. She immedialty clamped down hard on the ridged dildo
with her plump buttock muscles but her efforts were to no avail as her
anus was deeply penetrated.
Every part of the heroine's body was now gyrating and thrusting in
futile defiance as her vagina and her anus were both being penetrated
and violated by this insidious machine. The machine made whirring and
grinding noises as its raped victim thrust about in desperation. Then with
a violent surge, Diana swelled upward and another climax claimed her.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" bellowed the countess. "Your moans and
cries are music to my ear. It will be a pleasure destroying you! Now I
want you to come again!"
Without hesitation the buxom amazon exploded with another climax,
yelling even deeper and louder than before. "My you are a moaner aren't
you," teased the countess, "we'll just have to fix that. Gag HER!"
One of the men walked up to the machine and produced a large
leather bondage gag. He grabbed Diana's thrashing head and forced the
mouth piece in place. He then wrapped the leather pad over her mouth
and strapped it tightly to her head.
Wonder Woman's cries were reduced to muffled moans and grunts
as the machine's first dildo removed itself and a new, curved one slid
forcefully into place. This new one was bad enough but the machine also
slid another, smaller one underneath it, filling her with two phallics that
both slide back and forth like the pistons on a steam locomotive. The
ridged phallic in her rear also retracted and was replaced by a fatter,
smooth one which sent her hips surging in erotic pain.
As she gyrated helplessly, the countess continued to blurt out
commands. "CLIMAX! CLIMAX! CLIMAX!" Again and again the bound
and gagged heroine came. Helpless to resist, her will power grew
weaker and weaker and the machine tore her down like a child knocking
the blocks out from under a large toy tower.
For what seemd like hours the two fought, machine against woman,
the amazon climaxing again and again as her futile, gryating westling
match with her mechanical rapist feverishly continued. Suddenly, the
countess gave her a new order, an order Diana was fearing and one she
was helpless to resist.
"SURRENDER TO ME!" slowly ordered the countess and with that
the tower came tumbling down. The magic lasso blasted the order
through every part of Wonder Woman's tortured mind and she cried out
defiantly in futility. The climaxes, the bondage, the torture and the lasso
were too much and nothing could save her.
The bound and gagged super heroine surged upward one last time in
a final death throw of resistance, but, like a soaring bird being shot
down, she collapsed in defeat as the last climax blasted away her will
power. Diana stared out into the distance, a hazy, hypnotic trance came
over her eyes. The unthinkable had occurred. The great Wonder
Woman was DOMINATED!
The countess ordered Wonder Girl to stop and walked up to the
motionless Wonder Woman. She removed the amazon's gag and stared
into her hollow eyes. "You will obey me. I am your mistress. I own you
and your will." softly spoke the countess.
A long silence passed, then, slowly Diana opened her mouth. "I.... I...
must obey.... You are the mistress."
The countess jumped back and screamed in triumph. "I have WON! I
have defeated the great Wonder Woman!" Then, looking back at her
dominated foe she ordered Drucella to continue. "Enjoy my dear. You're
going to be fucked like this FOREVER!"
The machine continued to pound away at its defeated victim. Climax
after climax again overwhelmed the helpless Wonder Woman and she
soon fell unconscious, totally defeated, the last sounds being the
triumphant laughter of her dominator, the countess.
- - -
Diana's eyes slowly began to open. Her head swirled and throbbed as
her dazed and numb body came to life. She did not struggle or even
think to resist. Her will was broken and it would take a long time to gain it
back.
She was laying on her back, in a packing crate that was slightly larger
than her dimensions. Her hands were tied behind her back with her own
lasso. Her legs and feet were securely bound together and her naked
body lay bound and tied with several coils of rope which looped dozens
of times around her ankles, knees, thighs, waist and arms. Her mouth
was covered with a medical oxygen mask which fully gagged her and
prevented any noise or screaming. A hose ran from the base of the
mask down her body and to a small tank of gas which sat in the crate
next to her.
Looking up she could see the countess through a thick haze of
dizziness. Her eyelids rocked heavily and slowly as she fought to stay
awake.
"Ah, I see you're awake. Good." said the countess as she reached
into the crate and caressed Diana's bare breast. "Its time for us to return
to the Father land and we are taking you and Wonder Girl back with us."
"Good night Wonder Woman. Get your rest. You will need it." and with
that the countess reached down and turned the valve on the tank.
Diana could hear a hollow whistling sound as the anesthetic gas
coarsed through the hose and filled her lungs. Her body wiggled slightly
as the effects of the gas took affect. Slowly her eyes slide shut and the
amazon fell asleep.
The countess stepped away from the crate and turned the valve on
Wonder Girls canister, putting the naked young amazon to sleep as well.
The dock workers then covered the crates with wooden lids and nailed
them shut.
"We are ready to depart my mistress." reported her man. "Good!
Load our precious cargo on board and keep them asleep. They will
make good breeding stock for the master race when we get back home."
The men hoisted the crates on board and the countess slipped into
the hatch and closed it. The sub blew its tanks and headed out to sea
and headed for home with its kidnapped cargo on board.
Book Two
Part 1.
* * *
The dull ball of soft white light swayed back and forth like
the slow swinging arm of a pendulum as it cast waves of dark and
light shadows across her hazy, sleepy vision. After a time the
light began to sharpen and the outline of the overhead lamp came
into focus as Wonder Woman slowly regained consciousness. The
stone floor was bitter cold and, as the numbness in her body wore
off, the chilled feeling shot through her skin like needles,
forcing her to sit up and curl herself into a semi-fetal ball.
Diana's first reaction was to reach for her magical belt.
Still dazed and confused she jumped slightly in shock at it was
nowhere to be found but, she quickly regained her senses and
remember how she had lost it. "Of course they wouldn't give me my
belt back." she thought scolding herself like she was an idiot.
She was suddenly surprised by the fact that, except for her
bracelets and her lasso, she was wearing the rest of her costume.
She remembered she had been stripped naked by the countess and
thought it odd that an enemy like the nazis, especially that
deviously, filthy witch, would have allowed her the decency of
remaining dressed after all they did to her when she was
captured.
Being raped was not that much of a shock to Diana. Being in
the world of men, she knew these things happened to women in such
a dangerous profession. Besides, her costume didn't exactly say
hands off and she knew it was very sexually provocative to men.
She also knew she was very sexually provocative to men and she
knew it made a very effective weapon. Most male opponents became
very distracted when faced with a buxom woman wearing something
resembling a skin tight bathing suit and high heel boots.
At her home on Paradise island, the amazons would actually
combat each other by forcing each other to climax. The one who
lost was the one who was climaxed into submission. Long ago the
elders decided this would be a more humane way of settling
disputes. The winner got what they wanted and the loser was so
placated by the sexual act that she did not want to fight
anymore. Plus the two combatants were forced to share an intimate
bond, forcing them to deal more closely with each other. How can
you hate a person who just made you pass out from climaxing. This
eliminated a great deal of animosity, jealousy and hatred in
their society and brought them closer together as one sisterhood.
Of course women could still settle arguments through standard
physical combat but that was always thought of as "the man's
way". The only bad thing about this system was the fact that
there ended up being a great deal of "disputes" over minor
things. Still, no one on the island ever argued about the process
and it was extremely popular.
Their attempts at tearing her down were not just a base
sexual act however. She knew she was also an icon, a symbol to
the Americans. Breaking her will and dominating her was a show of
strength, a way to humiliate her and the U.S.A. She knew she had
to fight harder next time and the only way to do that was to beat
them at their own game and not to break.
The physical exertion she had gone through had completely
subsided. Even without her belt, her meta-human body was able to
regenerate quickly. Except for the dull and slightly dizzying
affects of the anesthetics they used, she had fully recovered.
As she wiggled about, she could hear the clinking of metal
as the iron manacles and chains she wore slowly slid down her
body and toward the floor. Her hands were shackled and chained
behind her back and they were attached to a heavy iron belt that
sat snugly around her waist and rested on top of her curvaceous
hips. Her upper arms were pinned together by another set of
shackles that were clamped just above her elbows and which kept
her from moving her arms about.
A thick, heavy chain ran from her cuffs, through an eye loop
in the belt, down the back of her legs and to two sets of iron
cuffs which were clamped around each leg just at the top of each
knee and around each ankle. The shackles at her knees and her
ankles were clamped together keeping her long, muscular legs
bound tightly into one shapely mass. Another chain ran from the
front of the ankle cuffs, back up the front of her legs and into
one of several eye loops that bordered her iron belt. From the
belt, on each side of her hips and from her front and back, four
chains ran up her body and hooked to an iron collar which sat
tightly around her long, tender neck.
Over her mouth was clamped a wide, leather gag. The inside
of it was lined with a soft, foam padding which formed tightly
over her lips and cheeks, preventing even the loudest sound from
escaping. The gag also had a Y shaped depressor affixed to the
inside which was inserted in her mouth and which prevented her
from making any form of audible sound. The gag was attached by
several thick, leather straps which ran around her head, past her
cheeks and over the top of her head. They were clamped securely
in place with several small buckles and her long, brunette hair
sat lazily over them, hiding them from view.
She sat in a ball, her legs curled to one as she examined
the cell she was in. The walls were made of thick, huge stones
and the door was big and massive. Even with her belt on it would
be and impressive obstacle to overcome. The lamp overhead was a
simple light bulb with a metal hood dangling from a thick cord
that hung from the ceiling. It continued to sway back and forth
indicating to Wonder Woman that she was a very recent visitor to
this cell. The shackled remains of a mummified skeleton in one
corner told her she was also not the first.
As she scoured the room, she spied something shiny laying on
the floor. Slinking down and wiggling across the stone floor like
some exotic snake, she made her way toward several, small glass
fragments which twinkled like diamonds under the swaying lamp.
Upon closer inspection, however, she let out a slight gasp of
shock. They were burned out flash bulbs.
"Obviously, the Nazis decided to take some propaganda
pictures of their bound and gagged prize." she thought. "I wonder
how many of them were of me WITH my clothes on?" she mused
knowing full well how vulnerable she was and how easy it would
have been for them to take advantage of her.
The world of men had many things that were unheard of on
Paradise island, locks were one of these. Paradise island had
none but the outside world was full of them. Dealing with these
new obstacles forced Diana to acquire some less than noble
warrior skills, one of which was lock picking. After sliding
about a bit she picked up one of the flash bulbs with her fingers
and relieved it of its spent wire filament. She then relaxed and
proceeded to work on her manacles.
After about an hour of frustrating picking, the manacles
around her wrist slackened as the locks opened. Suddenly, just as
she was about to pull her hands free, the door to the cell opened
and two Nazi SS soldiers walked in and stood at attention to
either side of the doorway. Following them was a tall, dark hared
woman Diana easily recognized as the countess. Behind her, two
men wearing high ranking uniforms followed her in and all three
stood over the prone and helpless heroine.
"Zo! This is the BIG American secret weapon Wonder Woman
eh?" said one of the men causing the others to chuckle in
amusement. Diana stared up defiantly at her kidnappers. "How dare
you mock me! By Hera I'll have your heads!" she thought to
herself, twisting her shoulders in a show of resistance.
"I zee she is very... spirited." said the other officer as
he stared slowly and lasciviously over her bare legs and full
chest. "Quite well endowed too I might add. You are right
Frauline, she will make excellent breeding stock for the Third
Reich."
Diana's eyes bulge in utter shock at his statement. "Oh
Great Hera! What have I gotten into?" she thought as a sinking
feeling of intense gloom came over her.
"Take ze woman to ze lab." ordered the countess as she
flicked her hand at Wonder Woman and walked out the door with the
two officers. "We have much work to do and I'm eager to get
started." she added.
The two guards picked up the twisting, thrusting heroine by
her shoulders and stood her up. As one held her in place, the
other unshackled her legs so she could walk. Then, with brutal
shoves from a rifle butt, Wonder Woman was forcefully coaxed down
a maze of hallways and into the lab. The guards brought her to a
heavy wooden chair and she let out several objectionable grunts
as they forced her to sit.
The lab was a large, bland, rectangular room about 30 foot
square. Down the middle of the room were several long tables
draped with white, doctor's table clothes. A whole plethora of
beakers, microscopes, operating equipment, text books and the
like dominated the tables. Along the back wall of the room, three
operating style tables sat under a set of overhead doctor's
lamps. Several bottles of oxygen and anesthetic, along with other
breathing apparatus surrounded them and a row sinks sat off to
one side. Along the walls, at various points, were very small,
iron cages embedded in the walls which resembled small holding
pens but which were tall enough for a person to stand up in. The
walls were lined with bookshelf after bookshelf of textbooks,
equipment and documents.
At this point the countess had slipped out of her coat and
was busy putting on a blue operating smock. "You may unshackle
her elbows. She will not be able to escape." ordered the countess
as she tied her apron ribbons.
"Vat are you going to do vit her?" asked one of the
officers. "She is a valuable prize and one the Feurer will be
proud of!" he barked.
"Don't worry my leibshin." she replied running her hand
under his chin. "Your fuerer will get is precious PRIZE, though
she may not be as spirited as when she first arrived. I simply
want to find out what makes her "tick"." she said shooting the
bound heroine a wicked grin.
"Go NOW! All of you! My assistant and I have much work to
do." the countess ordered as she began to slip on a pair of
rubber gloves. As all the men left, a young, attractive blonde
came into the room and walked past them without paying any
attention, turning her nose up at them like they were inferior
scum. She was rather thin, tall and wore a white lab coat with a
blouse and tight skirt underneath. Her hair was pinned up on top
of her head and a pair of thick glasses dominated her face making
her look older than she really was. She walked up to the countess
and, as the door shut, the two women gave each other an
affectionate peck.
"Remove her gag." ordered the countess.
The assistant walked behind Wonder Woman, unbuckled the
bondage device and removed it. Diana made several odd puckering
gestures with her mouth as she tried to loosen up her lips and
get them wet again.
"I hope your stay here at castle Orlaph isn't too
unpleasant." the countess said leaning over Wonder Woman and
grabbing her by the chin. "We're saving the unpleasant parts for
later." she said smiling. Suddenly, she took her hand and smacked
it hard across Diana's cheek, causing the large brunette's hair
to splash across her face like a tidal wave of angry water. The
Amazon quickly jerked her head back forward and stared defiantly
at the countess without shedding one tear. For a slight
moment, the countess's face lost its air of superiority and she
was taken back slightly at the woman's stone faced demeanor. She
then stepped backward and walked to the center of the room.
"This, and the surrounding catacombs, used to be the royal
dungeon. This room was the Baron's torture chamber." she said
waving her hands about as though she were showing off a model
home in anywhere USA. "Great, and I bet its got two baths and a
garage." thought Diana as she stared angerily at the woman.
The countess continued to recite her families history
unaware that Diana was slowly working her hands free of the only
remaining shackles that kept her bound. The assistant had walked
over to one of the tables and was busy doing some paper work on a
clipboard.
After about ten minutes of the life styles of the rich and
perverted, the countess finished her explanation of her family's
history and walked back over to Wonder Woman. "Zo, what shall we
do first?" the countess asked rhetorically, fully expecting not to
get a reply.
"How about "tie up the countess"." calmly replied Wonder
Woman bouncing her head from side to side and sprouting a dopey
smile like some oversized barbie doll. The countess's eyes grew
slightly puzzled at the unexpected response. Suddenly, with
blinding speed, Diana fired off a powerful high kick, sending the
dark hared woman rolling to the floor.
The assistant dropped her clipboard and immediately rushed
the seated amazon. Like a leopard, the now free Diana sprang to
life and wrapped one of her free chains around the assistant's
neck, putting her in a dire choke hold. The two women twisted
about with Wonder Woman having the definite upper hand.
Then, from the side, the countess plowed into Wonder Women
sending the two of them to the floor and the assistant staggering
off gasping for life.
The two brunettes rolled about the floor like a pair of
hissing alley cats. Punches, kicks, clawing and hair pulling
dominated the wrestling match as both women fought feverishly to
control the other. The two traveled about the room, rolling over
the lab tables and sending each other into the walls and
furniture as they held onto each others hair in an intense cat
fight for life and death.
Both women rolled about wildly as they grabbed and choked
each other, writhing and twisting in a feverish attempt to gain
the upper hand. After several minutes of kicking and punching,
they both sailed over a table and formed a pile of twisting,
wiggling legs, arms and hips on the floor. The assistant, now
recovered and eager to help her mistress, stood over the two
combatants holding a large blackjack in a ready position waiting
to land a winning blow against Wonder Woman. Like some frustrated
camper waiting to swat an annoying mosquito, she stood over the
two women, raising the club up and down as she tried to take
careful aim. Then, with a forceful swing she struck.
"BLAM!"
Both women lay motionless on the floor as the assistant
dropped her guard and leaned over the pile of legs, hair and ass
to examine her handy work.
"Mistress... " squeaked the blonde in a soft, mouse like
voice as she reached down to examine the two girls. Suddenly, a
large, muscular leg shot out and Diana side kicked the assistant
in the stomach, sending her staggering backward, stunned. With
her cat-like reflexes, Diana jumped up and plowed into the much
smaller girl, sending both of them into a large bookcase. Like a
dam bursting, the books poured off the shelves and came crashing
down over both struggling women, burying them in a pile of tech
notes and journals.
The pile surged and pulsated as the two women fought. Then,
both girls burst to the surface with Wonder Woman behind the
young girl, having the definite advantage. Diana's left arm
was wrapped around the girl's upper chest, clamping the blonde's
arms to her sides at the elbows. The young blonde twisted about
wildly as Diana settled down and leaned into her younger prey.
"My you're spunky." said Wonder Woman sarcastically. "Maybe
you would like a taste of your own medicine." she continued as
she reached around the front of the girl with her free hand and
sliding her fingers between the girl's legs.
The assistant let out a defiant squeal as Diana pushed her
fingers past the girl's underpants and slipped them deep between
her sweaty, wet lips. The girl's hips bucked and pushed as Diana
started rubbing her slowly and forcefully up and down in a wildly
erotic fashion.
The amazon's first three fingers slid inside the girl and
Diana began oscillating them in and out of her, pumping them in a
ruthlessly rhythmic fashion. At the same time, Diana's thumb slid
up the girl's vagina and over her clitoris. Using her thumb, she
began rubbing and pushing hard on the poor girl's clit, sending
the young assistant into a spiral of overwhelming sensations.
The assistant was panting and moaning heavily now as Wonder
Woman stepped up her forceful massage. As she masturbated the
young girl, Diana pulled her wide, motherly hips over the
blonde's tight, small rear and began sliding them slowly up and
down over the young girl's ass, riding the girl's gyrations. Both
women lost all sense of reality and time as Diana forced the
young girl to build toward inevitable defeat.
The amazon then loosened her left arm's pinning grip and ran
her hand across the young girl's breasts. The girl let out a
shriek of sexual excitement as each nipple was brushed. Diana
then slid her hand down the girl's blouse and under her bra,
cupping the assistant's left breast and used this grip to pin the
girl. Diana's hand squeezed and massaged the plump, little breast
as she continued to feverishly stroke the girl.
The assistant's struggles grew more violent and Diana knew
the end was near. Stepping up her efforts, the amazon began
slamming her three fingers in and out of the girl, expanding and
twisting them as she increased the pumping to an ever
intensifying pace. At the same time, she grabbed the young girl's
nipple with her two finger and began pinching it wildly.
"NO! I will never surrender!" screamed the assistant as her
breathe began to quicken.
"Oh you don't have a choice." replied Diana. "Now you know
what they did to me. How do you like it?" she barked rubbing the
girl even harder.
"You deserved it! You were captured! That's what happens to
prisoners!" gasped the feverishly twisting assistant.
"Maybe so but now you're MY prisoner. So long!" Diana
replied.
With a change in her rhythm, the amazon pushed her fingers
deep and hard into the girl and, at the same time, she squeezed
the girl's breast, pinching the nipple incredibly hard. The young
blonde surged upward in one last defiant effort, tightening her
body in a futile attempt at resistance.
"GGGNNNNNNUUUUUGGGHHH... NNNOOOOO!!!!!" the girl screamed
as she exploded upward in climax and wailed in ecstasy. Diana let
the girl go and she dropped hard and fast to the floor, curling
up into a small ball of quivering defeat, clutching her crotch
and her breasts as she rode out the last of the sensation.
Suddenly, Diana went staggering face first into the bookshelf as
the countess plowed into her from behind. "She's MINE! How DARE you!"
screamed the countess as she slapped Diana hard across the face
several times. Diana fought back, diving into the countess and
slapping her hard in the face and head. Both girls grabbed each
other in a heavy wrestling choke hold and both plowed into more
bookcases and tables.
Diana, having a far more muscular body, finally gained
control and flipped her weaker opponent onto one of the tables.
Leaning over the struggling countess, Diana grabbed the woman by
her hands and pinned her flailing arms over her head to the
table. Using one hand she held the countess's arms there as she
pulled the woman's lab coat open and lifted up her skirt.
"Now for you, you BITCH!" screamed Wonder Woman as she
forced her hips between the countess's legs to hold them apart.
With her free hand she gave the woman's panties a quick yank and
ripped them off her hips.
"UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! HOW DARE YOU!" spat the fiery madam as
Wonder Woman relieved her of her undergarment. "I am a QUEEN, a
GODDESS! No one takes ME! NO ONE!!!" she screamed.
"No one until now." Diana replied. Raising her fingers like
a snake, she formed them into a pointed, cone shape and plunged
them hard into the gyrating countess. The dark hared Nazi
screamed wildly as Diana's long fingers slide slowly and deeply
into the woman. Diana then began pumping her hand in and out as
she slammed wave after wave of erotic pleasure deep into the
helpless countess.
The countess panted and hissed as Diana continued to build
the pressure. The experience of being taken was turning her on
but the added vision of Wonder Woman's massive cleavage was
overwhelming. As she pumped and pushed, the amazon's large
breasts heaved and rippled with the same rhythm. Seeing the
Nazi's line of sight Diana looked down at her cleavage and back
at the woman.
"You like these don't you?" Diana said sarcastically as she
stared the woman in the eye. "I bet you'd love to touch them.
They are so much better than yours." she mocked.
The countess leaned her head up and replied with a heavy
spat that hit Diana above her left breast and trickled down
slowly over its spherical curvature. Diana simply grinned
at this futile act and then looked about the room. Then, with a
wide, wicked smile her scanning stopped. The countess turned
her head and stared at what Diana was fixated on.
A large mortar sat loose on the table. It was about two
inches in diameter and about 6 inches long. Most of it was
cylindrical except for the end of it, which narrowed and then
widened to a ceramic ball. Diana reached out and grabbed it with
her free hand. At the same time, the countess realized her fate
and began struggliing wildly in an effort to escape.
"Remember what you did to me?" Diana said holding up the
mortar to show the countess. "Now its my turn."
Part 2.
With a forceful thrust, Diana plunged the ceramic implement
into the countess's wet vagina, sending the Nazi into a violent,
screaming frenzy. Her hips bucked and surged frantically as the
rounded head parted her lips and slid slowly inside. Diana
twisted and slid the mortar up and down and side to side
maliciously as she inched it deeper and deeper into the screaming
countess.
"NO! No one breaks ME! NO ONE!" the woman continued to
scream as the implement went all the way in. Diana then pushed
her hips deep in between the countess's legs and held the mortar
in place with her pelvis. Using her pelvis, she began sliding the
end of the mortar around in a violently circular fashion, driving
the woman insane with ecstasy.
With her free hand, Diana then cupped her own breast and
began taunting the countess, knowing the woman's infatuation with
it. She squeezed and massaged it slowly, letting the woman see it
bulge and ripple as it shifted about.
"I'm going to bang you really good for this you American
BITCH!" screamed the tightening countess. "Just wait till I get
my hands... my hands... no... No... NO!" The countess began
panting and barking NO over and over as the climax began to
build.
Suddenly Wonder Woman reeled in pain as the assistant broke
a heavy wooden chair across her back and sent her staggering and
spinning backward toward one of the wooden, shelf lined walls.
With a loud KATHUNK the amazon's wide back slammed into the wall
sending a huge shock wave through it. As she shook off the blow
and righted herself, the support for one of the shelves over her
head gave way and the shelf tipped, sending its contents
plummeting downward. With a loud crash, a series of glass
beakers, books, pestles and other brick-a-brack broke over
Diana's head, sending the heroine inch by inch to her knees like
some humorous three stooges gag. The dazed heroine was naturally
caught completely off guard as the two revived women plowed head
on into her.
The three fighting women went to the ground in a tangle of
flailing arms, legs and hair. For several minutes there appeared
to be no clear victor as the incredible cat fight continued.
Then, the countess, using some combat training of her own, and
also feverishly driven by the near climatic experience she just
went through, slipped her body under Diana's and wrapped her arm
around the amazon's neck. Using her other free hand she grabbed
the woman's right arm and pulled it hard behind her back and up
between her shoulder blades.
"I can't hold ze bitch for long!" the countess screamed at
the assistant as Wonder Woman kicked and twisted, "Quickly, get
ze chloroform!"
With that the assistant sprang to her feet, letting go of
Diana's thrusting legs, and ran to one of the tables. Picking up
a small bottle and a cotton wad, she soaked the cotton with the
anesthetic as she rushed back to help her mistress.
Diana surged and writhed as she saw the young girl
approaching. With all her remaining strength she twisted her
shoulders and arms in an attempt to free herself. The countess
was too good however and Diana began to thrash her head about
wildly in panic as the young girl brought the pad closer to her
face. Again the girl sat waiting for the right moment to strike.
Then, as Diana's head turned toward the front, the girl clamped
the cotton over Wonder Woman's nose and mouth, pinning her head
straight and forcing the amazon to breath in the anesthetic.
"MMMMMMMMBBLLLMMM!!"
Diana's chest surged upward defiantly as she twisted about
in a vain attempt to escape. After a few moments, the heroine's
struggles began to slow as the fumes sapped her strength, drawing
away her will power. Her loud mumbles turned to soft moans and
her wildly darting eyes began to relax and slowly close as she
surrender to the drug. As the buxom heroine relaxed, the countess
and the assistant loosened their grip, confident in the fact they
had won.
Suddenly, with her last ounce of strength, Wonder Woman
elbowed the countess in the gut and, at the same time, kicked the
assistant in the abdomen as hard as she could. The young girl
collapsed to the ground in agony dropping the anesthetic soaked
wad. Quickly, Diana picked up the pad and shoved it into the
countess's face. The countess twisted and cried wildly as the
cotton soaked away her strength. The fumes took their toll and
soon the dark hared witch's eyes grew heavy. With a low moan the
countess collapsed into unconsciousness.
"GUARD!" cried the assistant roughly as she gasped to regain
her breathe. Diana lunged on top of the young girl and smothered
her face with the pad. She too struggled wildly but soon
surrendered to the overpowering fumes. The girl collapsed and
Wonder Woman sat back in exhaustion staring at the two
unconscious Nazis.
"Hera! They almost had me." Wonder Woman said softly as she
held her head and clumsily got to her feet. "Whoa, still dizzy
woman. I've got to shake this." The chloroform had severely
weakened her and it was an act of shear will power that was
keeping her awake. After a few moments, she regained her senses
and the dizziness faded.
"I guess the guards were ordered not to interfere. So much
the better." she said wrapping her arms under the countess's
shoulders and dragging the woman's unconscious body to one of the
lab tables. With a degree of effort, Diana picked up the woman
and sat her on the table. Picking up a roll of surgical tape, she
placed the anesthetic soaked cotton over the Nazi's nose and mouth
and taped it in place, wrapping the spool several times around
her head. Then, rolling the countess on her side, Diana crossed
the woman's hands behind her back and wrapped dozens of loops of
tape around her wrists, arms and shoulders, securing her upper
body. Rolling the countess onto her back, Diana then grabbed the
woman's legs and cocooned them with a few dozen more loops of
tape. She then picked up a white towel and tied it around the
Nazi's eyes, completely blindfolding the woman. The countess
moaned and slid her legs slightly as Diana continued to secure
her. As a final precaution, the amazon took the leather restraint
straps from the table and lashed the woman down, securing her
from falling off the table.
"There! You're not the only one who's good at bondage."
Diana chuckled to herself as she stood with her hands on her hips
gloating over the bound and gagged countess. At home, when she
was a young girl, Diana and her friends would often ambush each
other in the jungle and tie each other up. It was much more
humane than hunting and it taught them valuable tracking and
capture skills. Sometimes she liked to lose and let the others
tie her to a tree or leave her bound and gagged in the grass.
Other times it was an incredible turn on to ambush and tie her
friends. She got very good at stalking and capturing them. Of
course the loser had to be taught a lesson. There were penalties
for being captured and the victor would often take sexual
advantage of her prize. This was the real turn on and these
memories always stayed in the back of Diana's mind. Maybe that's
why she loved this kind of work and why she would take risks the
way she did.
"nnnmmmmm..." moaned the blonde assistant as she shifted
slightly on the floor. Diana rushed over to one of the lab tables
and quickly made up another cotton of ether. Picking the girl up,
the amazon carried her to the chair that Diana was first seated
in and plopped her in it. Using more tape, she secured the cotton
over the blonde's mouth and taped it in place. She then taped
each of the girl's arms to the chair's armrests and each leg to a
separate chair leg. After she was done, Wonder Woman stood back
and stared proudly at her handy work. "Now to find Dru and get
out of here." she said as she slipped out another door at the
back of the lab.
* * *
Drucella awoke an hour ago. She had spent sometime trying to
free herself but with no success. The device she was tied to held
her too firmly in place and now she sat staring in curiosity at
her strange surroundings and rolling her eyes every once in a
while in sheer boredom.
Wonder Girl had awoke in a cell similar to Diana's. She,
however, was not shackled. Instead, she was tied into an
incredibly, unusual machine. The machine was made of steel tubing
with rubber padding and resembled a really odd weight training
machine. She was in a standing position with her legs spread at
about a 30 degree angle. Her ankles were shackles and held in
place by two stiff rods that were anchored to the base of the
machine.
Her upper body was bent at her thighs and her stomach rested
on a soft padded seat leaving her large, plump breasts dangling
in mid air. The seat and her ankle clamps forced the girl's rear
end to stand high and out from the rest of her body. From the
side she looked like a human number 7 with her rear being the
bend at the top.
Her arms were stretched out in front of her at a wide angle
and shackled in place by two more thick, firm rods which were
anchored to the base of the machine. In her mouth was inserted a
soft, clothe ball which was held in place by leather straps that
were buckled around her head, effectively gagging her. Unlike
Diana however, Dru lay shivering slightly as she was completely
naked, her costume and belt being nowhere in sight.
In all, she was in a very prone and helpless position but
the young heroine seemed more curious and perplexed than fearful
of the situation. The last couple of days' events seemed
fascinating to her. "Why were the outsiders so curious up about
sex?" she thought. "Hera! We never do anything like that on
Paradise island. Its SOOOO boring. Ritual this and ritual that."
she thought as she jerked her arms and legs every once in a while
to test her bonds.
After a few moments, the big, oak door to the cell creaked
open and two women slowly entered. Drucella had never seen them
before and was slightly astonished by their outfits. The first
woman was tall, thin and had waves of curly red hair that flowed
over her head, shoulders and back like water over a slow, gentle
waterfall. She seemed older and had a very firm face with a
strong jaw and narrow, sophisticated eyes. Her body was shapely
but nothing compared to Dru's or Diana's. Instead it was very
thin and defined with very little body fat.
Her outfit was very skimpy and made from a very dull, black
leather material. Her bra was a halter made from two leather cups
tied together and around her back by several thick leather
straps. The straps were buckled to two steel rings, one between
her breasts and the other on her back. Her crotch was covered
with a thick, leather pad with four straps, two on each side,
which ran over the top of her hips and around the sides where her
legs met her hips. The straps buckled together just above her
buttocks to a third ring and a thick strap ran between her small
cheeks, between her legs and buckled to the front leather pad,
completing her bottom. A thick strap ran from a metal ring
between her breasts, down her stomach and buckled to the top
of the leather patch over her crotch. More straps ran from the
ring on her chest, over her shoulders and to the ring on her back.
A third thick strap ran from the same ring to a studded
collar around her neck. Her legs were very long and were covered
up to the middle of her thighs by a pair of shiny, black, leather
boots with 6 inch, hi heels. Around each wrist she wore a pair of
leather bands similar to the collar around her neck.
The other woman was shorter and had a head of short black
hair which was worn almost like a boys except it was much fuller
and thicker. One side of it hung lazily over her left eye, almost
blocking it out. She had a full wide face with a petite nose,
full thick lips and big brown eyes. Her body was more robust than
the red heads with a thick pair of thighs, a wide, motherly set
of hips, a narrow waste and a wide chest. Her breasts were very
large and globular and were pushed together to form a grand
valley of cleavage by a pink laced support bra. The bra was some
sort of undergarment made from some soft, semi transparent
material which revealed parts of her nipples, and was decorated
with a series of frilly laces. Her panties were made of the same
pink, frilly material and hung loosely around her wide hips. Over
her stomach she wore a pink hose support. Two support clips ran
down each leg over the front and back and clipped to a pair of
pink, fish net stockings. These ran all the way from her thighs
to her feet and were capped off by a pair of shiny black 6
inch heels. She wore a very sheer, pink robe which dragged along
the floor and which was transparent enough to allow one to see
her shape as a silhouette underneath it.
"Zo this is the little kinder they told us about." said the
red head teasingly, "Ze great Vunder Girl. She doesn't look zo
dangerous too me Inga." she said bending forward with her knees
locked and looking sarcastically into the young girl's face.
"Oh I don't know Gretchen." said the dark hared woman as she
walked around to the back of Wonder Girl, staring intently at her
young, plump rear end. "Looks can be deceiving. I zink we should
interrogate her very carefully." she added letting out a slight
chuckle.
"Ve have ways of making prisoners talk my dear." Inga said
to Dru, "You should not have let us capture you."
"No matter Inga." said Gretchen, "She will soon learn what
happens to pretty, costumed heroines who make the mistake of
being caught." she giggled.
"MMMMMM" mumbled Drucella as she curiously stared around the
room and tried to follow the two strange women. The red head
sauntered around the other side of Dru, sliding her long black
fingernails slowly under the young girl's chin, and walked up to
Inga. Inga pushed a button on the wall behind Dru and a large
panel slid open revealing a set of shelves containing an
impressive array of various "sex toys". Still unable to see the
impending collection of paraphernalia behind her Dru wiggled
about calmly, wondering why these women were acting so strange.
Suddenly she tightened slightly as she felt a hand slowly caress
her left buttock.
"Very nice." said Inga in a pleased voice. "Very
responsive." Inga gave the cheek a slight slap causing a small
wave to ripple through it. Dru let out a gruff "MMMMBLM" in
defiance. "By HERA! What are they doing.."
"WHACK!"
"MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"
Dru screamed in panic as the first paddle board came down
hard across her ass. As soon as Inga's board swung back,
Gretchen's board hit home sending another huge wave through
Drucella's cheeks and caused the helpless heroine to scream again
in shock.
Her head thrashed about in desperate panic as the two women
continued to slap her rear. Again and again the boards came down
on her ass sending wave after wave of sharp pain through
Drucella's mind. With each whack came an accompanying "MPH!" from
Dru as the rhythm increased.
Like two railroad workers pounding away at a spike, the two
dominatrix happily swatted the feisty young heroine, teaching her
some unspoken but understood lesson about obedience and the fate
of a prisoner.
After several minutes, the two women stopped and patted the
young girl's rear affectionately. Dru's buttocks were now cherry
red and she could feel them hum softly as her numb cheeks
resonated from the rhythmic spanking. She shook her hips back and
forth in defiance as she tried to free herself from her bonds.
As the young heroine continued to struggle, the two women
walked back over to the cabinet and returned the paddles.
"She's so feisty." said Inga looking sideways at the
gyrating Wonder Girl and sprouting an amused grin.
"Ya, but I have just the thing to... ehem... calm ze little
spitfire down." replied Gretchen slipping Inga a devilishly
wicked smile and reaching into the cabinet. From the shelf she
picked up an odd, black leather belt and slipped it around her
waist. Then, reaching up, she grabbed a large white dildo and
attached it to a mount at the front of the belt. This caused the
belt to hang low over her crotch and gave her an impressive,
artificial erection.
"Ooo..., I do so love your imagination." said Inga as she
slipped Gretchen a big, wet affectionate kiss and lightly stroked
the fallic with her finger tips. She then slowly sauntered around
to the front of Wonder Girl and stared wickedly back at Gretchen
as she ran her long fingernails lightly over the young girl's
bare ass and back as she walked around to her front.
"Zo... You are such a sveet young thing." said Inga as she
bent down in front of Drucella and held her chin with her hand.
"Ve can be such good friends you and I." she continued as she
removed the young girl's ball gag.
Drucella couldn't help but stare in astonishment and
curiosity at the woman's enormous cleavage. Most of the women on
Paradise Island were very well endowed and this was a trait that
turned Drucella on. When she was younger she would always sneak
peeks at Diana taking showers in the nude under the water falls
or watch her laying out naked on the beach. Diana was very large
and she loved the way her breasts would roll about like two soft
balls of plump flesh as Diana turned over or stood up. At times
she would even catch her older sister lying naked under a shaded
palm, lightly stroking and masturbating her breasts to bring on a
climax. When she blossomed, Drucella would spend hours caressing
and teasing her own breasts, making herself cum from playing with
them. Mother would scold her for over indulging herself but this
only heightened the activity since she was doing something her
mother said was naughty.
Seeing the girl's line of vision, Inga reached up and ran
her finger's over her ample breasts. "You like?" she asked,
unbuttoning her bra. The breasts burst out toward Drucella and
lay firm and full on Inga's chest. Inga gently grabbed Drucella
by the hair and, with her other hand, moved one plump breast
toward the young girl's mouth. Drucella's head twisted and
thrashed. "No... don't! I can't .... MMMBBLLM..." her cries were
muffled, however, as Inga inserted her nipple in Drucella's
mouth.
At first Dru continued to twist her head in defiance but,
like being subjected to some odd aphrodisiac, her struggles
slowed and she began to suck on the woman's large nipple.
Drucella had never actually done this before and her immediate
fate was forgotten as she began indulging her fantasy.
Gretchen's walked up behind Drucella and her hands slowly
slid over the young girl's slightly red buttocks as she
approached Drucella from behind. So engrossed was she with Inga's
breast, Drucella simply ignored the other woman's activities.
Then, with a sudden, forceful thrust, Gretchen slid the
dildo between Dru's legs and parted her young, tight lips,
plunging the fallic deep and hard into the defenseless heroine's
vagina. Dru screamed and gyrated frantically as the shock of this
action brought her immediately back to reality. Almost as quickly
as she pulled her head away, Inga grabbed her hard by the back of
her neck and forced her breast again into the young girl's gaping
mouth.
"NNNNNMMMMM!" screamed Dru as she was forcibly raped by the
two dominatrix. Gretchen began sliding the dildo in and out of
Dru, relentlessly slamming it home again and again into her
gyrating, thrusting hips. As she pounded away at the young
heroine, Gretchen gave the helpless girl an occasional brutal
slap on the rear, like some deranged cowboy breaking a wild
filly.
After a bit, Inga removed her breast and stood up, keeping
her firm grip on Dru's head. The young girl continued to gasp and
whine as the woman behind her forcefully penetrated her. Inga
then reached down and pulled her own panties off, revealing her
large, wide vagina.
"You like using your mouth little one?" asked Inga
mockingly, "Vell, use it now!" she ordered as she brutally thrust
her hips forward and forced Drucella's face into her pussy. "Lick
ME! Lick me NOW!" screamed Inga as she began sliding her vagina
all over Drucella's face.
"Ya, c'mon Bitch! Lick my friend!" ordered Gretchen as she
thrust her point home with an even harder penetration.
"MMMMMMMMGLM" screamed Drucella as she slowly gave in and
began sliding her tongue over Inga's thrusting vagina. Dru was
moaning and crying muffled screams of resistance constantly now
as the two women began to form a vicious rhythm.
After several intense minutes, Gretchen withdrew herself and
walked back over to the cabinet. Drucella sighed slightly in
relief as the physical pounding lightened. Gretchen removed the
dripping wet dildo from her belt. She then grabbed a second dildo
and walked back over to the restrained young girl.
Gretchen approached Wonder Girl from the side and slid her
fingers roughly over the girl's vagina. Her fingers ran between
her lips and her anus as the red head stroked the young teen like
some dominated pet. Dru's hips surged again, twisting about
slowly as the woman started to tease and tickle her.
"OOO You're zo hot." teased Gretchen. "You're such a naughty
little bitch. I bet you lovebeing banged don't you?"
Suddenly, the same dildo plunged back into Dru's defenseless
vagina and the fiery redhead began viciously sliding it in and
out. Dru started to scream and thrash about again as she was
taken a second time. Her struggles also heightened and fed Inga's
experience and the busty dominatrix began to moan with excitement
as the young girl wildly thrashed about.
Part 3.
"Make my friend come you American BITCH!" growled Gretchen
as she continued to slam home the dildo. "Oh you are such a horny
little girl aren't you?" mocked the redhead.
"Oh GOD YES!" screamed Inga as she slid her hips up and down
hard over Dru's twisting, thrashing face. The large breasted
dominatrix then released her grip on Dru's head and grabbed her
own breasts. With wild, unrestrained abandonment, Inga massaged
her huge tits, masturbating herself as she forced Dru to lick and
suck her wet vagina.
NO!" cried out Dru under a heavy veil of hair and flesh but,
deep down, she knew she was lying. These women were so brutal, so
blatant, and combined with the struggling and bondage, Drucella
began to tighten as the wave of climax began to build inside her.
"Ya, so horny. I bet you could take two of these couldn't
you?" said Gretchen. No sooner had the redhead finished her
sentence then Wonder Girl began thrashing about wildly at this
horrific thought. Her hips exploded upward, however, as the
second dildo slipped under the first and forced its way deep
inside her. Then, without letting the young girl get her second
wind, Gretchen grabbed both vibrators with one hand and
brutally sliding them in and out of the young, defenseless
nymph's pussy.
Pump after pump forced Dru's hips to twist about frantically
in a vain attempt at resisting the inevitable. The implements
plunged deep into her womb and back up her vagina causing her
lubricant to pour out over the two fallics and down Gretchen's
arm. Stroke after stroke brought her closer and closer to the
edge. This act was too cruel, too unfair the dildos were too
big. She had no way to resist being taken and defeated.
"HERA! Can't take this...raping ME!..."
Overloaded and unable to deal with the overwhelming rush of
pain and pleasure, Wonder Girl's climax rose higher and higher
like a soaring bird reaching for the highest cloud. She tightened
up so much that Gretchen had to put more muscle behind her
pumping. Inga was nearly ready to burst as well as she let out wail
after wail of erotic moans and screams. This aural stimuli added
to Dru's already heavy barrage of sexual stimuli. The young
girl soared higher and higher. Then, with one last forceful
plunge, Gretchen drove the two dildos deep into Wonder Girl,
wiggling them about wildly, forcing her to scream frantically and
thrash about helplessly as she was cruelly forced to climax
against her will.
At the same moment, Inga exploded in climax with a loud,
animalistic moan that echoed throughout the cell and she sprayed
vaginal cum all over Drucella's face. Wonder Girl slumped down in
defeat as the intense climax claimed a piece of her fiery will.
"My turn!" cried Gretchen as she walked around front and
bared herself. At this point Dru sprang groggily back to life and
started panicking at the thought of being forced to go through
this again.
Inga calmly staggered back behind Dru and knelt down between
the teen's legs. Grabbing the sides of her buttocks with her
hands, Inga pulled the young girl's hips back and plunged her
tongue and mouth into Dru's dripping wet vagina. The fiery teen's
feisty hips twisted and bucked as Inga viciously licked and
sucked the young girl dry. "You're zo wet my dear. Zo wet
and zo delicious... MMMM MMM MMMMMGNM".
Gretchen worked from the front and forced her red pussy into
Dru's wet face. Dru began again to struggle and writhe in agony
as the two merciless dominatrix continued to rape her. Both women
continued for what seemed like a half hour, licking and
masturbating the young, helpless teen.
After several minutes of driving Drucella insane with her
mouth, Inga stood up and licked her herself clean of lubricant,
sucking the fluids from her fingers and from around her mouth as
though she just finished feasting on some wonderful desert. She
then picked up the two dildos and plunged them hard and viciously
into the teen's defenseless vagina and began mindlessly barraging
Wonder Girl again with pump after pump from the two, dripping wet
dildos. She also continued to masturbate herself to keep up her
climaxed state squeezing and massaging her own breasts in erotic
stimulation.
Gretchen twisted and swayed up and down as her experience
grew more and more intense. Her red hared pussy slide slowly over
Dru's chin, across her full red lips, over her nose, over her
eyebrows and back down the same path. Dru could do nothing more
than suck and lick the woman's vagina and clitoris with her
tongue as it passed hard and forcefully over her mouth. Inga
continued to push and pull the two vibrators in and out of Dru's
wriggling rear in a feverish attempt to claim another climax.
Both women formed another rhythm as they pumped the young teen
toward another hard discharge.
After several minutes, Inga withdrew the dildos and licked
them clean, making a yummy "MMMM" sound as she suckled them dry
like ice-pops. She then walked over to the cabinet and grabbed
the belt Gretchen was wearing and slipped it on. Picking up
another vibrator, she hooked it in place at the front of the belt.
This vibrator was thick and black with several rounded studs
running along its length. She also picked up a short riding crop
with a small loop of leather at the end and walked back over to
the defenseless heroine. She raised the threatening device and
forced this new, formidable weapon into the young girl's vagina.
"BLMMMMMMMMM!" wailed Wonder Girl almost bursting into tears
from the miss-shapen implement's sensation. She began thrusting
up and down mindlessly now as the vibrator worked its way deeper
and deeper.
"YA!" screamed Inga as she slapped the riding crop across
Dru's shaking rear. Like a cowgirl breaking a wild filly, Inga
rode behind Dru laughing and slapping the young heroine across
her ass again and again.
"Oh GOD You dirty BITCH!" screamed Gretchen as she neared
climax. She squeezed Dru's head even tighter into her crotch,
almost suffocating the deranged young girl. Then, with an
explosion of screams, Gretchen burst and her climax echoed
throughout the cell. The guards outside could barely stand still
just thinking about the activity that must be going on in the
room and how they'd love to get a piece of that young, little
Wonder Girl.
Gretchen was now panting heavily and dropped to her knees in
front of the now screaming heroine. She grabbed Dru's head by
both cheeks and, like some love sick dog, she began licking the
cum off the girl's cherry red face. As she did this, the
perverted redhead also began kissing Dru deeply and heavily,
sucking her lips and tongue as she madly smacked her mouth.
Inga continued pumping the vibrator in and out of Dru,
smacking and spanking the young girl's ass in sick amusement.
Then, with a vicious jerk, she quickly yanked out the now soaked
dildo from the panicked child, giving her a small love tap with
the riding crop on her vagina. She then knelt down and wrapped
her arms around Dru's thighs and, like some crazed animal, she
began licking and slurping the cum from Dru's vagina.
"NNNGGHH! No! HERA NO! Why are they doing... can't think...
NO!!!" Drucella cried to herself as overwhelming waves of sexual
sensation pounded away at her mental resistance. Inga continued
to lick Drucella, shoving her nose and mouth inside the heroine
and violently licking her tender clitoris with her wiggling,
twisting tongue. Dru could do nothing to resist as the stimulus
tore away at her will.
After several minutes, Inga stood back up and cupped Dru's
plump, red buttocks. "Zo virginal, zo young. It is time to POP
your little cherry."
"NO!!!!!!!!! Not THAT!.... DIANA!..." screamed Dru as Inga
spread the girl's soft, plump cheeks and inserted the enormous
dildo into her vulnerable anus. Wonder Girl began to kick and
buck wildly, snorting and gasping with each cringing sensation as
the fat vibrator worked its way deeper and deeper inside her. At
first the going was met with valiant resistance but Inga
maliciously twisted her hips wildly until the implement began
forcing its way past the young girl's defiant anal muscles.
At the same time, Gretchen slid under the young, gyrating
girl and sucked one of her ripe breasts into her mouth. Like some
wild animal on a feeding frenzy, the redheaded dominatrix sucked
and squeezed the young girl's tit frantically in some insane
attempt at milking the bound heroine dry. The other breast met
with the same vicious assault as Gretchen relentlessly violated
the heroine's unprotected tits. Both breasts were squeezed and
milked, being pushed together then pulled apart violently and
mercilessly.
"HERA NO!" screamed Dru as the next climax began to surface.
"No... No!.... NO!!!" she screamed again and again as she grew
nearer to the edge. "Why are they doing this... " she thought,
"Can't concentrate... can't take this! I won't surrender! I WON'T
SURR...."
"NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
The cell and surrounding corridors echoed with the young
girl's scream of utter defeat. Both guards were now so enthralled
by the erotic noises coming from the cell that they completely
ignored the other as they rubbed themselves listening to the
young girl's cries.
Dru lay slumped and lifeless, like a discarded rag doll,
over the small padded bench that supported her stomach. Drool and
sweat trickled slowly from the dazed heroine's mouth as her head
lay bent over in defeat. The two satisfied dominatrix removed
their paraphernalia and returned their toys to the cabinet.
"Spirited young thing." Gretchen said giving Dru another
love pat on the rear as she walked around to the young girl's
front.
"Ya, quite entertaining. These American girls are so wild,
so in need of taming. I will enjoy breaking her." replied Inga as
she walked to the side of the restraint machine and opened a
control panel.
Gretchen knelt in front of Dru and grabbed the girl by the
hair, raising her to eye level. Dru stared back, dazed and
delirious, her eyelids just barely able to stay open. Gretchen
stuffed a rolled up ball of cloth into Dru's lax mouth and tied a
shiny black leather gag around the heroines head, silencing the
helpless and devastated young girl.
As the redhead gagged Drucella, Inga began flipping a few
switches at the base of the machine. Suddenly, a series of motors
started up and a metal arm began to raise up from the base of the
machine, between Dru's legs. Like a scorpion's tale it raised
higher and higher until the end of it was level with Dru's hips.
At the end was mounted a cylinder with an array of smaller,
robotic arms attached to it. Each arm had a different "feminine
toy" attached to it. Some of the dildos were thin and smooth
while others were fat and ridged. All of them came to life and
pointed their heads toward the unsuspecting heroine.
"I hope you enjoy our little friend." said Inga with a
giggle. "Gretchen tied me into it once and it took 4 hours for me
to break. That's my record."
"Ya. It broke her real good. She was my absolute slave."
replied Gretchen shooting Inga a sly smile.
"Ya, she made me fuck EVERYTHING." replied Inga closing her
eyes and envisioning her defeat with fond memories.
Gretchen then grabbed Dru's head and kissed her lightly on
the forehead. Inga did the same and both women walked to the
door. As they left they blew Dru a sarcastic kiss and flipped off
the lights, bolting the door behind them.
"MMMMM!" moaned Dru as the first fallic penetrated her and
its robotic arm began sliding the torturous implement in and out
of her. The young girl had caught somewhat of a second wind but
the machine made short work of that as it stole another climax
from the feisty heroine. Just as she finished whining her climax,
another dildo moved into place and began making short work of the
girl's will power. Each time she recuperated a little, the
machine would pound away her will. For each step she made
forward, the insidious device would knock her two steps back.
Penetration after intense penetration whittled away at her
spirit. Both her vagina and anus were violated without mercy.
Wonder Girl struggled in vain in the lonely darkness as she
slipped deeper and deeper into mindless, savage domination.
* * *
The castle was like some demented maze. Tunnels ran
everywhere and interconnected all over the place. First she was
in some kind of dungeon, then some kind of sewer, then some
ventilation shafts. It was as though the castle structure on top
was just a tiny portion of the real fortress underneath. Diana
remembered reading about such fortifications. They were designed
to confuse attacking armies so the occupants could either escape
or ambush the attackers. Only the residence knew the way
through the maze.
"I didn't have time to interrogate that woman." sighed
Wonder Woman. "The good thing is, I haven't seen any guards
around either. I guess they don't venture this far in for fear of
getting lost." she thought as she slinked her way through the
dimly lit hallways.
After a few moments she entered a wider section of hallway.
It was almost perfectly square and was about 30 feet on each
side. It seemed almost more like a room with two large archways
at both ends than a hallway. A torch dimly lit the room and the
huge, monolithic arches that lined the walls disappeared quickly
into the eerie darkness that masked the roof.
"I don't like the looks of this." Diana thought as she
slowly entered the room, keeping her eye on the ceiling. "Dark
ceilings make for nasty surprises." she thought as she took each
step carefully and walked slowly across the floor.
Suddenly, as she reached the center, a loud, dull snap under
her boots broke the tension filled silence and Diana dropped a
few inches into a mire of reddish brown mud.
"What THE!..." she gasped as the tops of her boots were
immediately engulfed and she slipped into the mud. "Hera! What a
mess." she cursed as she raised each foot to shake off the mud.
Wads of heavy Earth splattered on the walls and floor as she
raised each leg and shook it clean. She then started to walk
forward, only to find her legs slipping deeper into the brown
muck.
"What's going ON!" she barked angrily as she raised her legs
again to free herself. "This stuff... its too soft to walk in."
she thought as she fought to move forward.
She looked about the room and her heart sank slightly with a
sharp realization. She studied the floor and quickly ascertained
that the room's floor was a pit of mud with a very thin board
running over the surface. It was covered by a thin layer of dried
earth to fool any unsuspecting victim. The board could support a
person until they reached the center where it would then break,
leaving the victim stranded in a small sea of soft quicksand.
"This must be some old medieval trap used to snare invaders.
Hera, I feel real sorry for the pour souls who must have gotten
trapped in this." she said calmly as she looked about the room.
She then tensed up slightly as she realized she was one of those
poor souls.
Wonder Woman twisted her hips in slight panic looking for
some means of escape as she sank deeper and deeper into the
quagmire. She tried to pull her legs free from the liquidy mud
but as she pulled up on one leg, she would push down on the other
causing it to sink deeper.
"I don't believe this." she said angrily putting her hands
on her hips and staring about desperately. Her legs slipped a few
more inches and she gasped slightly as the cool mud flowed over
her boots and touched the bottom of her bare knees.
She began to twist frantically now, pulling and pushing her
muscular legs in and out of the mud in a vain attempt at freeing
herself. The mud bubbled and slurped as it sucked her legs down
and she found it harder and harder to move them as they got
deeper into the goo.
"I think I can work my way forward..." she said as she
reached out into the mud to feel for the rest of the wooden
floor. Her legs had now sunk a few more inches and the mud was
smoothly hugging her firm, shapely, bare thighs.
"YES!" she cheered as her hand connected with the edge of
the broken floor. "All I have to do now is pull myself..." but as
she pulled on the edge of the board, a loud, mechanical "CLUNK"
resonated throughout the room. Almost immediately, a large, rope
meshed net dropped from the darkness above and covered the
stunned amazon. Her hands flailed about frantically as she tried
to pull the net off of her. This accelerated the sinking process
and her bare legs slipped below the surface.
Her wide hips and full rear now sat in the mud and offered a
little bit of resistance as the creeping substance worked its way
around her widely curving form. It was as though some monstrous
snake was slowly swallowing her feet first, and found her hips
to be an ever widening obstacle that it had to work its mouth
around. The mud continued its unrelenting digestion of its victim
and the pressure of the ooze began squeezing her plump buttocks
upward as she sank deeper and deeper.
Diana continued to struggle in vain as she tried to pull off
the entangling net and free herself from the ever consuming muck.
She thrust her hands into the goo hoping to push her way out only
to find her arms sinking like two poles into the mud. Her chest
and hips twisted and wiggled wildly as she fought in desperation
to escape but this only caused her to sink deeper and deeper into
her liquidy grave.
As the mud slipped over the curvature of her ripe, bulging
rear, it made its way around her wide hips and full upper thigh
and began to again accelerate its ascent as it consumed her large
hips. Wonder Woman quickly sank to her waist with a shocking
"blup" sound as the mud finally pushed past her wide struggling
form.
"Ok, wait woman! Don't panic! That's what's going to get you
killed!" she said to herself in an attempt at calming herself
down. "To think, women in Hollywood pay hundreds of dollars to
get this kind of treatment." she mused as she picked up a clump
of mud and tossed it half heartedly across the room looking
around again for some means of escape.
She twisted her waist back and forth feverishly, holding her
arms above the mud as she tried to move her legs and hips. Her
hips surged and surfaced every once in a while from the gooey
mass as she gyrated in futility. Her thighs would shortly come to
the surface, exposing her soft brown skin slightly, but the mass
of the mud pulled them right back down straight, pinning them
motionless. She was like some poor fly caught and struggling
helplessly on a sheet of fly paper.
Suddenly, with an incredibly obnoxious farting sound, the
trapped air around Diana's body blorted to the surface with a
loud "BRAPPPP" sound. Diana let out a slight gasp as she quickly
slipped further into the mud and all the way up to her large
breasts. Her arms flailed about frantically now as she tried to
swim toward the edge of the pool. This was to no avail however as
the weight of the mud was much greater than her buoyancy.
Her tits sank slightly and rested like two perfect spheres
halfway in the mud. The same resistance she felt around her wide
hips and buttocks now tingled around her chest as bubbles of air
escaped around her skin and the mud slowly gained ground over
this new, extremely wide obstacle.
"UUUGH... NO! HERA! Must free MYSELF.." she screamed as she
rested her arms on top of her breasts and twisted about
frantically looking for some kind of escape.
As she sank, her breasts began to bulge upward from the
force of the mud like two large balloons being sucked through a
narrow straw. The force pushed them out of her costume's bra cups
and her nipples rolled forward and upward as her breasts were
squeezed out. The two large tits rolled out of her costume and
slid softly into the cold, gooey mud, bulging upward as the mud's
force squeezed them ever tighter.
The mud continued to rise higher and higher, however,
creeping slowly and steadily over the surface of her bare breasts
and around their curvature toward her exposed nipples. The cold
ooze rippled over her bare skin as she was sucked deeper and
deeper.
Suddenly, with another obnoxious "BLUB", both breasts were
swallowed up by the mud and her whole body sank to the tops of
her shoulders.
"NNNNUUUGHHH!!!! By the GODS! It can't end like THIS!" she
cried as she raised her arms above her head in hopes of attaining
some kind of equilibrium. Under the mud, she continued to twist
and wiggle her chest and hips, hoping to push herself out of the
ooze. This caused the whole sea of mud to jiggle and oscillate
slowly like a giant slab of jello pudding being shaken in a bowl.
"There's got to be a way out of this." she growled in a
desperate voice. Her hands were now above her head and were
supporting the net like two tent poles.
Part 4
"Wait, the NET!" she screamed in hope. Grabbing the rope
strands she started pulling on them one by one. "This thing can't
be perfect. If I can just... YES!" Diana began giggling in
excitement at finding a loose rope. She pulled the length through
the weave until she had a length of rope about 15 feet long.
As she struggled with the net, however, her wide shoulders
slipped below the surface and now only her head and lower arms
remained visible.
"Now if only I had something I can use as a hook." she
muttered spitting bits of dirt and mud out of her mouth as she
wiggled about desperately.
"I KNOW!" she screamed as she reached up and removed her
head band. After a few moments of tying, she lashed the rope to
her curved barrette.
"Now if I can hit that torch sconce..." she exclaimed as she
twirled the rope. With her last ounce of strength she thrust
upward and tossed the head band and rope toward the torch holder.
This last act of desperation exhausted her last few inches,
however, and her face and head slipped completely under the mud
leaving only her hands exposed. Slowly she reeled in the rope,
desperately holding her breathe in hopes of snagging the sconce.
With only a few moments of air left, she continued to pull
in the cord, Her hands growing weaker and weaker as the blood rushed
from them. Suddenly, the head band made a clinking sound as it
hooked around the sconce and the rope tightened.
The dazed amazon began to pull hard against the mud's death
grip with her last ounce of strength. Her body slid slowly
forward and then, with a loud "BLURP!", her head popped out of
the mud. She let in a huge gasp of air as she continued to
feverishly pull herself from the middle of the pit. Her legs and
hips kicked and thrust about like a fish on the bank of a muddy
river as she tried to use every muscle to move herself forward.
After several long minutes of exhaustive pulling she reached
the hardwood floor and rested her arms on the wooden edge. With a
monstrous effort she pushed upward, pulling her mud soaked body
from its liquid tomb and collapsing in utter exhaustion on the
floor of the room.
After a few more minutes, she pulled herself completely free
and slowly got to her feet. Her body and hair were absolutely
covered with a thick, rich layer of creamy brown mud. It flowed
and glistened like a river of slow moving ooze over her huge,
plump breasts, down her flat stomach, over her large buttocks and
down her long, shapely, shiny brown legs. The suction of the mud
had also pulled her costume completely off and she spent the next
several minutes fishing her mud soaked suit from the trap.
After shaking it off as best as she could, Diana plopped
down on her ass like a grumpy school girl and lay back against a
pillar. "Hera, I need a bath!"
* * *
The countess shook the cobwebs from her head as the guard
finished removing the last of the medical tape from around her
legs.
"We saw nothing Madam!" said the guard unraveling the tape,
"No Vonder Voman went past us outside."
"Zat's impossible you OAF!" screamed the groggy madam as she
shakily stood up from the table. "There is no other vay out of
zis room! Where could she have gone!"
"Madam! Over here." said one of the guards standing at the
back of the room. The countess, the other guards and the lab
assistant walked over to the small, thick metal door on the back
wall and the guard pointed down to a woman's boot impression in
the soft mud at the base of the door. Suddenly, like some wicked
witch of the east, the countess broke out into a chorus of
insideous laughter.
"Zat incredible BIMBO!" she cried as she continued to laugh
wildly.
"Vas is this laughter about?" asked one guard of the lab
assistant.
"That is the doorway that leads to the catacombs under the
castle." the blonde replied with a chuckle. "The madam disposes
of some of her more exotic experiments down there. We keep them
alive in case we need to study them. They are sick, perverted
mutations and are too horrendous to keep in cages."
"Ya! And zat big breasted American slut is going to find out
how perverted they really are." the countess added laughing even
louder. "I couldn't have planned this better myself."
Suddenly the assistant's eyes bulged in shock and she
quickly rushed up to the madam and began whispering in her ear.
"Dear God, you are right!" gasped the countess as she went
instantly from tearful laughter to intense seriousness.
"Quickly guards! Form a search party. We have to recapture
her before my pets spoil her usefulness. I want her ALIVE and
UNTOUCHED!" the countess screamed. The nervous guards jumped to
attention and saluted as they bolted for the door.
"Also, bring the young Vonder Girl to my lab. We can start
the "process" with her first." she ordered. The guards signified
their obedience and left to round up a search party and to also
fetch the helpless teen.
* * *
Diana's mud soaked costume hit the stone floor hard with a
loud "whap" sound as she dropped it and dove into the water. The
underground pool was very cold but the water was fresh and the
mud instantly came off her body. She swam about the large pool
for a long while as she looked about the large cavern.
It was a dome shaped, hollow cave about 200 feet across by
50 feet high. Streams of clear water poured from cracks in the
ceiling, down the back wall, and into the pool which dominated
most of the cave. A smaller 20 foot square area of dry land acted
as a beach and several tunnels, including the one she came
through, connected to this dry area. The cave was relatively dark
causing the water to look absolutely black except for the dry
area which was lit by two small torches and which provided more
than enough light for the rest of the cave.
After a long, relaxing swim, she slowly rose out of the
water and walked back up onto the dry stone floor. "Now to clean
my..." she said softly but then, with a start, she looked about
nervously. Her costume was gone. The sand still showed the
outline of it but it had definitely been taken. Looking about,
she notice a trail of drag marks in the sand leading off toward a
small cave. Following it, she slowly walked toward the cave
entrance that faced the underground beach.
Diana grabbed one of the torches and held it out in front
of her as she stealthily walked inside. The cave was a natural
formation and was about the size of a normal garage but with a
very high ceiling. It was formed from some sort of reddish, brown
clay and the color of the clay, coupled with the soft glow of the
torch, turned her a dull shade of orange-red. As she walked
deeper into the cave, she saw a small, brown lump laying on the
floor. Walking up to it and bending down over it, she realized it
was her costume and she slowly picked it up.
"Strange?..." she thought looking about the cave in
confusion. "How did this end up here?"
Suddenly, Diana froze as a faint sliding sound broke the
eerie silence. Turning to her side, she held the torch out to
part the darkness. A few feet to her left, she could see a large,
cylindrical mass laying on the floor. She slowly walked up to it
and knelt over it to examine it.
The mass resembled a bean pod but was much larger, about 8
feet long and 4 feet in diameter, and was covered with some sort
of cream colored, fleshy skin. It seemed to pulsate and throb as
though it were breathing slowly and the whole thing gave off
wisps of pinkish colored gas that smelled surprisingly good to
Diana.
The aphrodisiatic mist began to relax Diana as she continued
to examine the incredibly odd creature. She leaned in closer and
closer as she felt its skin in curiosity. As she got nearer, the
plant began to pulsate more intensely, swelling and throbbing
bigger and bigger at the presence of the amazon. With an almost
eerie light, the giant pod began to glow slightly as Diana leaned
over it, examining it.
Suddenly, with a blinding explosion of fluids and vines, the
pod shot out several long, fleshy tendrils from a small hole on
the front of the plant at the unsuspecting heroine. The tentacles
snaked out quickly and coiled themselves around Wonder Woman's
bare calves and ankles. Several more shot out and wrapped around
her bare thighs, binding the heroines shapely legs together into
one twisting mass.
"UUUUGHH!! What...!" screamed Wonder Woman as the vines
enveloped her legs. She pulled and twisted her legs frantically
and clutched the vines with her free hand as she tried to free
herself from the plant's tendril grasp. The vines were too strong
and slippery however, and they continued to snake around her bare
legs, wrapping themselves tighter and tighter as they slithered
further up her hips.
She then stood straight up in a desperate attempt at running
away. This, however, totally threw off her balance and the
shocked and panicked heroine began to gyrate her hips in wide,
circular orbits like some uncoordinated go-go girl as she tried
to keep her balance. The writhing and struggling was too much for
her balance however, and Wonder Woman went falling backward with
her arms twirling about frantically in a vain attempt at stopping
her fall. The torch went shooting into the air and landed a few
feet away to the side of the fallen amazon.
Diana's wide hips bucked and twisted on the ground as she
tried to pull her legs free. Her hands groped and pulled at the
vines as she tried to escape the plant's super strong grip but,
as she pulled one tendril free, another slippery one took its
place.
Suddenly, the small opening at the front of the pod began to
curl open and the plant blossomed, widening its maw to the
diameter of its body. This gave the plant the appearance of a
large, fleshy tube with one end being wide open and the other end
coming to a narrow point.
"By the GODS! NO!" screamed Wonder Woman as she sat up
slightly and gapped in shock at the inside of the plant. The
inside of the plant was cylindrical with large, sack like shapes
of white, fatty flesh that lined the inside all the way to the
back. The sacks pulsated and throbbed and were covered with
bluish veins and cellular patterns. They reminded her slightly of
big, white pillows but these pillows were quivering and dripping
with some kind of white, oily liquid. The vines that were holding
her legs ran from her feet, to the inside of the creature and
toward the back end of the tube. Dozens more tendrils sat
hovering about, twisting and writhing like a pit of hungry snakes
and the whole inside seemed to glow with a dull white light of
its own and pulsated slowly as the creature breathed.
"UUUGHHH!" she screamed as the tendrils around her legs
began pulling her bare ass slowly, through the dirt, toward the
creature's opening. As she sat up to pull at the vines, more of
them shot out and wrapped around her shoulder's, neck and chest.
Several more then shot out and wrapped around each of her arms,
pulling on them as well. Diana continued to scream and gyrate
frantically as the creature pulled her struggling, bound body
closer and closer.
"AAAGH! NO! Hera, HELP!" Diana screamed in utter panic as
her bare feet entered the creature's mouth and she felt the warm,
wet, fleshy tissue touch her bare skin. Her head thrashed about
violently now as the tendrils continued to pull their prey
inside.
Her long legs slowly slide through the opening followed by
her twisting, struggling hips. As she became more and more
engulfed by the creature, more and more of her underside became
slippery and wet. This increased the speed of her consumption as
the creature gained each inch.
Diana's mind raced in absolute fear and panic as she thought
about her horrendous fate. "Hera! Being eaten ALIVE! If this is
like any other plant, it could take weeks for it to digest me. I
could spend days slowly DYING!"
She pushed and thrust about wildly now as her large,
rippling breasts and wide shoulders disappeared into the
creature. As she slipped inside, the maw began to close, pulling
her head in and sealing her inside the fleshy tomb.
The fiery heroine continued to fight as more and more of the
slippery, wet tentacles wrapped around her bare, gyrating body.
Several vines began pulling her arms behind her back and pulling
her hands together. Weaving and wrapping, they coiled themselves
around her wrists and arms, effectively pinning and tying her
hands behind her back.
The vines around her legs then began to uncoil and she
started to feverishly kick and twist her free legs as she tried
to gain her freedom. Her tantrum was short lived however as the
same vines coiled each leg and wrapped them separately, pinning
them slightly apart.
More and more tendrils lashed out, wrapping themselves
around any and every writhing, struggling part of her shapely
body, pulling themselves tighter and tighter, restraining her,
like an army of Lilliputians securing an enormous and voluptuous
female Gulliver.
Mistaking her plump, massive, jiggling breasts for
threatening limbs, the tendrils coiled themselves around the base
of each tit and wrapped themselves up around each breasts'
curvature, snaking and twisting toward her bare nipples. The
vines then began constricting her tits, squeezing each one
tighter and tighter in an attempt at restraining the sloshing,
unprotected glands. Her soft, fatty breasts began to bulge and
squeeze through the gaps between the vines as they were squeezed
and contained. The vines then began pulling hard and up on her
breasts, pulling them tight and long just like they were pulling
her legs, in an attempt at rendering them harmless.
Diana's thrashing head was the last to fall as the vines
wrapped over her cheeks, forehead and neck and began to tighten,
holding her head firmly and helplessly at bay.
Diana now lay completely restrained. She twisted and wiggled
in defiance but each movement was met with tightening resistance.
She snorted and gritted her teeth as she lay a restrained and
beaten mammal at the mercy of this insidious plant, awaiting her
fate as this things next meal.
"UUUUGH! Got to get free! These vines... they're too
tight... Hera! What a way to get tied up!" Wonder Woman grunted
as she twisted about in vain.
Suddenly, from the side of her head, a large, white stalk
slowly rose up over her face and hovered over her. She looked
about frantically and saw at least a dozen more moving from
orifices in the side of the plant toward various parts of her
body. They were all fleshy white with various blue veins running
along their lengths. The ends of each of them was curled inward
and reminded her of the curled lips of a small mouth.
"That's it. These stalks are going to eat ME!" she gasped as
she surmised what was happening. With renewed vigor she began to
again twist about in hopeless desperation. This new wave of
struggling was met with more tendrils and more tightening which
quickly restrained her again.
As Wonder Woman shifted about, she continued to stare at the
ominous stalk in front of her face. Suddenly, like some new
year's eve'r blowing into a curled party favor, the end began to
roll outward to reveal a large, bloated, pulsating white
proboscis. It twisted and writhed about like a worm and streams
of soupy, white cum dripped from a small opening at the end as it
hovered over her face. Diana looked about frantically as the
other stalks revealed the same, insidious surprise.
"Hera! Its not going to eat me! Its going to... UUUUGLMP!"
she gasped in horror as she realized the plant's true intentions.
Indeed, the bound female was not a meal but a host, a host to the
plant's devilish seeds. Before she could finish, however, the
large, wiggling member in front of her plunged down hard and deep
into her mouth. The warm, white, fleshy penis forcefully pushed
past her large full, red lips and deep into her gasping throat.
It then began throbbing and sliding in and out of her mouth as
streams of creamy, white lubricant began trickling past her lips
and over her chin. "MMMMMMGN!" she screamed and moaned as the
member slid in and out, writhing about as it beat and pulsated in
her mouth.
At the same time, two more proboscises pushed into each of her
ears and began twisting and wiggling about as they tried to enter
those two openings. Another one, mistaking her belly button for
an opening, slammed itself deep into her stomach and began
pushing inward on her belly button. Its was as though the plant
was trying to find any opening it could to penetrate.
Even her armpits her mistaken for potential target sites as
two more organs pushed themselves between her bound arms and her
sides and began pushing up into her pits. Another two began
concentrating on her restrained breasts, probing her nipples.
Thinking these odd protrusions must serve some purpose, they
began pushing down on each nipple in a vain attempt at entering
her from this point.
As she moaned and wiggled about in utter panic, her hips
bucked and thrust about violently, attracting more attention.
Another proboscis, seeing her rear and the crack that ran between
her buttocks, slid underneath her and began entering her. Diana
began screaming muffled cries as the member slowly and forcefully
parted her cheeks and pressed against her anus. With a phenomenal
amount of wiggling and burrowing, it inched its way past her
tightened muscles and worked its way deep inside her rectum.
Relentless and unstopping it moved deeper and deeper, painfully
entering all the way inside her.
Her hips were pounding and slamming about desperately now as
the plant forcefully raped her rear end. This caused her pelvis
to raise up and expose her bare vagina.
Seeing her lips and her obvious opening, another member
moved into place and pushed its way, like a snake, into her
defenseless vagina. Finding this opening to be much more
inviting, the member slid deeper and deeper as it inched its way
through her vaginal path and toward her unprotected womb. Streams
of white, viscous fluid poured out around the stalk as it pumped
more and more lubricant inside her to ease the penetration.
Wonder Woman was cringing and screaming wildly now as she
knew the plant had found its target. The proboscis moved deeper
and deeper. It passed her vaginal track and entered her womb and
now it had moved up inside her uterus. Then, it began to slide
back and forth and twist about as it attempted to induce itself
into climax. Diana could see her lower stomach bulge slightly as
the member moved about inside her in a frantic attempt at
discharging.
The other stalks began wiggling about as well as the plant
primed itself for the inevitable. The penis in her mouth plunged
in and out feverishly, along with the one in her rear, as they
kept pace with the member inside her womb.
"NO! NO!... Can't let it..." Wonder Woman thought as she
struggled in vain to resist. The intense stimulation was now
driving her beyond insanity as her mind was overloaded and ripped
away. She then gasped and clenched in shock as a new, horrible
sensation crept between her legs.
Another member had moved toward her cunt and it now began
forcing itself under the first one and into her vagina. It slid
itself mercilessly along the length of the first one toward her
womb. When it reached its target, both stalks then began sliding
in and out in an alternating rhythm. Like two pistons, they began
building up intense sexual pressure, driving Wonder Woman mad
with sensation.
All the proboscises were now feverishly pumping their
respective openings, building toward an inevitable, climatic
defeat. After several long, agonizing minutes of terror and
sensation, the first member in her mouth began to stiffen and
vibrate. Knowing her fate, Diana began to moan and scream in
futility at the impending peril.
Her cries were quickly silenced, however, as the member
swelled and then discharged, forcing her to swallow massive
amounts of its creamy, white cum. The substance poured out past
her lips and over her mouth and chin. The lower half of her face
was completely covered by the demonic fluid as it oozed its way
down her neck and over her cheeks.
Each of the other organs began bursting like a chain of fire
crackers exploding. Cum sprayed all over the sides of her head as
the ones in her ears discharged. Rivers of cum poured down her
breasts, out of her arm pits and out of her belly button as those
members also relieved themselves.
Then, the deeply inserted penis in her rectum swelled and,
with a vicious, ruthless thrust, it exploded hard and
mercilessly into her anus. For a short while nothing happened as
the stalk continued vibrating and pumping its alien seeds inside
her but, as it continued to pump, streams of white, oily cum,
began pouring and oozing out of her rear, trickling down her legs
and staining her clenched buttocks white with the liquid.
The worst was yet to come however as the two members in her
vagina began to stiffen. "Dear Hera! No!... Not inside!!!.." she
thought in horror as the two began to vibrate.
Part 5
With a massive surge of twisting and pumping the two members
began pushing in and out of her with an ever quickening pace.
Diana couldn't resist any longer and her hips swelled upward in
undeniable climax.
The two organs plunged in and out, faster and faster.
Streams of white lubricant shot out between her cunt lips as the
bloated penises plunged inward forcing the liquid out. The
members twisted about as they pounded mercilessly against the
inside of her uterus, causing her low stomach to bulge slightly
with each plunge.
Tighter and tighter she swelled like some over inflated
balloon as the irresistible sexual sensation brought her closer
to her defeat. Then, the unthinkable, the unimaginable became
reality. The two proboscises froze, stiffing for the inevitable
as the plant reached its pinnacle.
The stalks vibrated like two water pipes as the plant's
alien seminal fluid slowly flowed up their lengths and toward
their target. The creamy white liquid darkened the center of the
stalks as the insidious substance traveled through the hollow
tube that ran up their centers. The fluid flowed along their
lengths, past her thighs and disappeared inside her vagina.
As the substance reached the stiffened organs inside her,
the two members swelled as they filled with the liquid. Like two
water balloons they grew bigger and bigger, filling themselves
with the alien fluid.
Then, like toothpaste exploding from a tube, the plant's
impregnating cum burst from the tips of the bloated organs and
oozed into her defenseless womb. The organs twisted and curled,
pumping like two fire hoses as they poured the creamy substance
into her, covering the walls of her uterus and filling her with
the plant's demonic seeds.
This pushed Diana over the edge and sent her spiraling
downward as the incredible climax almost tore her mind apart. Her
body burst with sexual ecstasy as the overwhelming climax utterly
devastated her will and forced her down screaming and moaning in
defeat. Mammal fell to plant as her viney rapist penetrated her
and ejaculated its seeds inside her.
Wonder Woman collapsed in defeat, moaning and groaning
erotically as the plant continued pumping away every last drop
into her in hopes of mating and inseminating its prey.
After several minutes, all the members retracted and rose
above her stunned and prone body. Still pumping they sprayed more
of the viscous fluid over her naked body, soaking her from head
to toe with the cum. Streams of it sprayed into her face, over
her chest, onto her pelvis and over her legs as she was coated
with the substance.
"UUUUGHH!!!... Wha... Where... Got to get free..." she
groggily moaned as she twisted about slowly. "What's it doing
........ GREAT HERA NO! NOT AGAIN!" she screamed.
With a renewed vigor she again tried to get free but it was
to no avail as the stalks moved back into place and began again
to impregnate their helpless female host. Apparently they had
failed the first time and were going to continue until they
succeeded or they were spent. From the outside, the large,
tubular pod, rocked and bulged as the doomed Wonder Woman
struggled in vain to escape. Another animalistic female cry broke
the silence as the buxom amazon once again fell to her flowery
rapist.
* * *
The two dominatrix escorted the young, teen avenger into the
countess's lab. Dru's hands were handcuffed and she had a leather,
bondage gag firmly strapped over her mouth. She was wearing a
small, pink bikini made of silk and it was held in place with several
thin strands. The only wide pieces of material were the two
triangular patches that just covered each nipple and a triangular
piece that barely covered her vagina.
Dru herself was basically beaten. She had spent the last
several hours at the hands of her merciless, mechanical torturer
and entertaining the two sadistic female dominators and she now
staggered along with a dazed and defeated gaze in her eyes. Her
body was slack and limp and she stumbled about like a stunned cow
as Inga pulled her along with a leather leash and collar. Inga
lead Wonder Girl into the lab and stopped her in front of the
countess. With a swat from a riding crop she brought the teen to
her knees and into a very submissive kneeling position with her
head bowed down in obedience.
"Good... GOOD... Your toy has done well to "tame" our little
guest." smiled the countess as she leaned over and cupped the
young girl's face with her hand.
"Ya Mistress." replied Inga, "She is broken for now but her
will is strong. Even now she is regaining her strength and
becoming more resistive."
"Yes but we like girls with spirit." chuckled the countess
as she stared up at Inga. "They are much more fun to "play
with"." All four women broke into a chorus of laughter, half
laughing at the countess's comment and half laughing at the
young, broken heroine at their feet.
"To the table vit her!" barked the countess as she clapped
her hands to drive her order home. The two dominatrix picked up
the young girl by each arm and pulled over toward a large,
operating style table.
Suddenly, without warning, Drucella let out a blindingly
fast round house kick which connected squarely with the side of
Gretchen's head. The redhead's hair sprayed about from the blow
as the tall woman went staggering sideways and into a table.
With the same fluid motion, Dru plowed into Inga and forced
the dominatrix into a bookcase. With expert agility she then
grabbed the keys off the woman's belt and darted across the room
like a wild gazelle.
"Get HER! GET HER NOW!" screamed the countess as Dru worked
her way into a corner and began unlocking her cuffs. Her chest
rocked back and forth and she gritted her teeth intensely as she
twisted the key about trying to free herself. This made her look
like some deranged bull with its head bent forward and shifting
back and forth in anger as though it were going to charge at any
moment
"C'mon kinder." taunted Inga, "Ve won't hurt you... at least
not right away." she added walking slowly and confidently toward
the now free Wonder Girl.
"OOOOO! I'm PISSED!" screamed Wonder Girl as she pulled the
gag off and threw it to the floor. "You women are not FAIR!" she
screamed striking an aggressive pose and pointing an accusing
finger at the four women who were now slowly encircling her.
"Playing around is one thing but you... you... you NAZI have
gone TOO FAR!" she continued protesting. "You almost did me in
that room back there and now you're all going to PAY!" she
continued gritting her teeth in seething rage.
"OOOOO... We're so scared." said all four women as they
wiggled their fingers at the young, fiery avenger in an obvious
attempt at sarcastic fear.
"Well, if its a fight you want... Its a fight your going to
get!" she exclaimed bounding forward and plowing into the two
dominatrix.
The two women, not taking the whole thing seriously, were
actually caught off guard and went crashing to the floor as Dru
smashed her body into their knees with a diving tackle.
The lab assistant rushed in and jumped toward the young girl
only to find the swift teen not where she was five seconds
earlier as Dru quickly rolled out of the way. The slightly
stunned blonde came crashing down on top of the two dazed
lesbians, sending them all back to the floor in a pile of legs,
arms and hair.
With blinding agility, Dru grabbed a nearby tarp and threw
it on top of the twisting pile of cursing women, ensnaring them
temporarily in the heavy brown cloth.
"Remarkable!" noted the countess in a cold, almost
scientific tone. "All that sexual punishment and you still have
such spirit!" she continued. "Any normal woman would be a
vegetable by now. You must have the constitution of a horse."
"Well, at least I don't have the ASS of one." Dru said
smirkingly, staring at the countess's rear.
"How dare you, you little BRAT!" screamed the sneering
woman. "I've got something that will really teach you a lesson!"
she screamed.
"I don't care about your little TOYS!" replied Dru taking
more of a relaxed stance and folding her arms over her chest. "I
demand to know what you did with Wonder Woman!"
"Oh she's none of your concern." answered the countess
taking on an unusually arrogant and relaxed tone. "I'd me more
worried about my prissy little ass if I were you." she added.
"Oh really well we'll just see abo.... ummmmph!" started
Dru but before she could finish her sentence, her speech was cut
short by a heavy, hard thump that rang through her ears.
Dru reeled in pain as the blackjack came down over her head
and she went swiftly to the floor like a nail slammed by a
hammer. The countess's plan worked. She had kept the arrogant
girl so busy arguing that Dru didn't notice the other three women
getting out from under the tarp.
"Quickly! Bring her here." the countess ordered walking past
the girl and toward a panel imbedded in the wall. As she pressed
a few buttons, the three women picked up the groggy heroine and
carried her to the panel.
A low, clunking sound echoed throughout the room as the
panel slid to one side and a vertical metal table rolled out from
a recessed room. The table was made from shiny, cold steel and
had several, heavy, leather restraints on it. The women picked up
the groaning spitfire and place her in the machine. After a few
moments of strapping and binding, Dru was bound to the table with
her arms spread out over her head and her legs spread apart, like
a person strapped into a modern day rack.
Dru gasped as the bucket of cold water hit her bare skin and
yanked her from her forced sleep. "Vake up BITCH!" screamed
Gretchen as the red head slapped the young girl across the face
to get her moving.
"OOOOOMPH! Let me GO, then I'll teach you all a good
lesson!" screamed Drucella as she yanked on the super strong
leather restraints in futile defiance. The young girl began
twisting and gyrating about as she pulled and yanked on the
straps. This, of course, was a very entertaining and very erotic
show for the four ladies, who just stood and watched the teen
wiggle about.
The countess then stepped up to Dru and, with one quick
yank, she ripped both the girl's bra and G string off, relieving
the young girl of any remaining protection. "Sorry for ze rough
treatment sweaty." the countess said sarcastically. "We've got
to, how you say, soften you up a bit before we start with the
"process"." she said running her hands lightly over Dru's bare
and vulnerable breast.
"Let me introduce you to "The Stimulator"." she continued as
she flipped a few more switches. The table began to hum and Dru
could feel some sort of mechanical activity behind her as she
flipped her head back and forth frantically to get a look. The
whir of motors and the sound of pulleys caused a series of
mechanical arms to raise up and over the table and over Dru's
ripe, jiggling body.
"By HERA! What is this!" she exclaimed staring curiously and
nervously at the robotic arms in front of her.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough Wonder SLUT!" blasted the
countess as she threw the on switch with a brutal effort as
though she were using the switch to drive her point home.
Two of the mechanical arms started down toward Dru's plump,
sloshing breasts. As they got near her nipples, a series of
very fine, soft filaments extended from the tips and bridged the
distance to her skin. They then began to gingerly tickle her
nipples and the area around them with soft, teasingly quick
strokes.
Dru rocked and twisted her upper chest as she attempted to
move her breasts away for the feelers but, this only allowed the
feelers to slide along the underside and curvature of her
spherical breasts, causing more and more tender areas to be
stimulated. The young girl began to coo and moan slightly as the
light touch of the feather like ticklers sent tingling sensation
through her breasts and her skin.
As she rolled and gyrated slowly, the other arms moved into
place and began tickling the other erogenous parts of her tender,
firm body. One set concentrated on her knees and full thighs,
stroking and teasing the skin between her legs and sliding along
the outside of her thighs with light, glancing strokes.
Another set went to work on her pussy, sliding lightly over
her firm, sensitive lips and dancing like soft feathers over her
clitoris. The sensation of the filaments intertwining softly with
her vaginal hair and caressing the tender skin between her thighs
and her vagina was too overwhelming to bear.
The rest of the ticklers went to work on other parts of her
body, moving about like moths dancing about a flame. The arms
also made sure they did not over stimulate any one area, making
unpredictable moves to new targets as they continued their
onslaught. The feelers on her breasts, for instance, moved about
their globular targets, finding more and more untouched and
unprotected areas to tease and tickle.
Soon Dru was slack and relaxed and her head was rocking back
as she moaned and groaned at the intense stimulation. She could
feel her climax mounting as the teasers drew more and more of her
will away from her. As she grew closer and closer, the feelers
stepped up their pace, tickling faster and more mercilessly as
they attacked her. But then, as she almost reached the pinnacle
of her climax, the arms immediately backed off, leaving her
without fulfillment.
"Wha... NO! Please, Hera... You can't do this.." Dru moaned
as she slowly settled back unsatisfied and so very tender.
"Oh yes I can." answered the countess making sure not to
touch the teen for fear of bringing on her climax with but a
single touch. "This machine will continue to stimulate you but,
I'm afraid it just won't give you what you want most." she
explained. "Don't worry my dear, you'll be cuming soon enough but
it will be when I need you to."
"Come along my dears." said the countess as she walked away
from Wonder Girl. "I need some "attending"." she said coyly as
she put her arm around Gretchen and walked out the door. The
other women followed and the door slammed shut, sealing Drucella
in the dungeon with her tormentor.
"NO!" moaned Dru. "Don't leave me like this... UUUGHH! NO
UUUGH!" but all the young girl could do was rock about and moan
erotically as the machine continued to mindlessly toy with her
ever sensitizing body.
* * *
After about an hour, and after dozens of mind ripping
climaxes later, the pod began to swell and bloat. Then, with an
explosion of fluids, its maw opened up and a female figure shot
out. Wonder Woman rolled out, along with a river of white fluid,
as her limp body slid across the stone floor. She came to a rest,
naked, fucked and beaten.
She lay stunned and motionless in a puddle of sticky,
viscous cum for several minutes as she slowly rolled about,
sliding her legs back and forth and letting out soft erotic moans
of defeat.
"UUUGH! Hera... I've been tamed... can't think..." she
groaned as she put her palm to her dripping wet forehead and
tried to shake off the dizzying effects of being so violently
climaxed. She slowly sat up and propped herself up with her other
arm, curling one leg for support.
"What no foreplay." she grumbled sarcastically as she looked
back over at the now motionless pod and shot it a scolding stare.
She began wiping the viscous substance off her wet, shiny body,
throwing white lumps of oily, pudding like slime back at the
plant in disgust and spitting the last remnants of the plant's
uninvited intentions from her mouth. As she started to get to her
knees, she suddenly doubled over and cringed in pain.
"NUUGH! My abdomen... so tender..." she moaned reaching her
hand between her legs and clutching her pelvis just below her
stomach.
"That THING!... Fucked me too hard... tried to impregnate
me... I'm so tender and sensitive now." she complained.
"Well I'll just have to deal with being in an aroused state,
at least until it wears off that is. That thing penetrated me so
many times that now I can't shake the sensation. It broke my will
hard and its going to be a while before I can regain my spirit."
she mumbled as she slowly got to her feet and staggered toward
the cave exit clutching her stomach.
"I've never felt anything like that." she thought wickedly
as she sauntered along. "This countess must be one sick woman,
but I got to hand it to her, she's got one heck of an
imagination." she mused.
"I wonder where she got that thing from..." she started to
ponder. Suddenly, the buxom heroine stopped and looked back over
her shoulder. "and I wonder if there are anymore down here?" she
gulped.
After taking another much needed swim, Diana washed off her
costume and slipped the outfit back on. The material was
amazingly resistant to wear and tear and she looked almost as
good as new, as soon as her hair and clothes dried.
The corridor she chose was very old and lined with ancient
brick work that covered the walls and formed a curved ceiling.
Along the walls were several 6 foot long cavities dug sideways
into the earth and covered with the same intricate stone work.
Each recession was filled with the remains of some dead, long
forgotten soul whose bones now lay ancient and rotted in the dank
and musty caverns. Rats scurried about as the flames from her
torch showered them with light, sending them burrowing and hiding
in the boney remains.
After about a half an hour, Diana came upon a large cavern.
The cave was dimly lit by some unknown light source and tunnels
ran off like holes in a piece of Swiss cheese in all directions.
Suddenly, her heart stopped as she heard a noise coming from
one of the other tunnels. In a frantic haste, she snuffed out her
torch and threw it into a pile of bones in one of the burial
tombs. Then, like some caged animal, she began twirling about,
looking for some place to hide.
"Hera! I've got to get out of here QUICK!" she cursed as the
sounds of booted footsteps grew closer. Then, almost too late,
she spied a tubular hole in the side of one of the walls. It
appeared to be natural and just big enough for her to slide into.
Without thinking she made a bee-line for it. As she started
to climb into it, she realized it curved downward at a sharp
angle. "I'll be standing on my head if I slide down there." she
thought as she looked down the hole. "It doesn't look like I can
turn around either." she continued.
The sound of rustling military gear and clunking rifle butts
gave her a new incentive to climb into the hiding place. She
grabbed the top of the hole with her hands and swung her long
legs inside. Then, with a nimble twist, she turned herself over
onto her stomach and she slid her shapely form down the tube. She
stretched out her feet along the sides of the narrow hole and
pressed her boots up against the rock until her feet came to rest
on two rough protrusion along the sides of the shaft.
At this point, she had sunk deep enough that her head was
just below the lowest edge of the hole but, the shaft was too
narrow and her wide shoulders and long arms prevented her from
lowering her hands from over her head. This wasn't a problem for
her since she knew she would have to climb back out again anyway
when her unwelcome visitors had left. She simple let her arms
fold in front of her as she peered out the natural window which
looked out into the cavern.
Just as she stopped moving a group of 4 German soldiers came
plodding into the cave, rifles hoisted and flashlights dancing
about.
"Vhere is dat American BITCH!" one soldier exclaimed as he
stopped and propped his rifle against a wall.
"Ya, she can't be too far ahead. I can't wait to get a hold
of her." said another pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shirt
pocket.
"Ve're not allowed to harm ze Wonder Woman. That is the
countess's orders." barked another loyal guard.
Part 6
"Countess Smountess," scoffed the first soldier, "here's vat
that countess bitch can do with her orders." he laughed yanking
his hand over his groin in an over-exaggerated jacking off
movement.
"This is the master race?" Diana thought listening to their
incredibly juvenile and manly conversation. "Petty little men
talking big." she whispered, scoffing her unwanted visitors.
As she continued listening, the insides of her thighs began
to feel slightly itchy. Thinking it was some torn piece of
costume rubbing lightly on her legs, she shifted her hips and
thighs annoyingly to brush the material off.
"Ya, have you seen those breasts!" said one of the guards
holding his hands way out in front of his chest. The other men
rolled their eyes at the thought of Diana's enormous endowment.
"I bet they feel zo good, zo firm. Those American women are
incredible!" another guard added holding one hand up and making a
squeezing gesture with it.
"Damn! I wonder what's ripped now?" she whispered to herself
as she kicked the annoying piece of whatever away with her left
leg.
Then, with a cold chill, Wonder Woman froze in shock.
Something touched the underside of her vagina. She tried to look
down but her ample cleavage was an enormous blockade.
"HUH!" she gasped as she felt it again. "Hera, there's
something in here with me..." she cringed as she tried to remain
absolutely still.
"Vat I love is that ASS!" continued another guard. "You
could grope that plump piece of butt for days." he added making
another clutching gesture. The four men broke out into laughter
as they settled down and started to take out a canteen and pass
it around.
"Nooo..." Diana winced as she heard them stop and sit down.
"Go away you idiots." she added biting her lower lip and hopping
about like some school girl waiting impatiently to use the
bathroom.
"Hey WHAT THE.." she whispered loudly, almost in an audible
tone as she tried to twist around to see behind her. Luckily the
men were rather noisy so her little outburst went unnoticed.
Diana continued to grunt slightly as the unusual object below her
pressed up into her vagina. Her costume prevented it from going
inside but whatever it was, it was making a good effort at
entertaining itself.
"Vat do you think the countess wants vit her anyway?" asked
a guard as he took a long drag from his cigarette.
"I hear its for breeding purposes." answered another.
"Nein! Really?" asked the first.
"Ya, both the girl and ze woman are slated to be mated with
some of the countess's personally selected males." he continued.
"Zomething to do with creating a master race."
"I vouldn't mind having zat job ehhh?" laughed one of the
guards as he held his hands out in front of himself and thrust
his pelvis upward as though he were grasping some woman's hips.
"Hey Grudder, you should volunteer for zat duty seeing how
you've got 8 kinder at home." the first guard chuckled, slapping
his knee. The other men began to join in the laughter as they
watched the slightly blushing sergeant grin.
"Ya, every time I zee Gretta she is pregnant." another
continued laughing.
"HERA!" gasped Diana as she could feel the zipper on the
back of her suit being pulled slowly down. Grunting and struggling,
she tried to lower her arms down her sides to try and stop
whatever it was that was undressing her but her arms were too
long.
"I do know zat brat Wonder Girl is getting it right now up
in ze countess's lab." continued the first guard.
"Ya I know. I vas on guard duty outside her cell when Inga
and Gretchen paid her a visit." added the other guard. The other
three leaned in closer as the young guard began describing in
intricate detail what he heard from the cell.
The cold stone walls of the tube sent more chills through
Wonder Woman as her costume slipped down her legs and to her
calves and the soft, tan skin of her bare breasts touched the
surrounding rocks. Listening to the plight of Dru added to
Diana's distress as she heard how her younger sister was treated.
"Oh Dru," she whispered sucking on her lower lip. "What did they
do to you..."
"Zen they both mounted her vit these huge vibrators, one
from ze front and one from ze rear. I never saw a girl buck so
much in my life." he continued as he told his erotic story to his
now drooling buddies.
"I have a daughter zat looks her age." said another guard.
"Zometimes I dream about her being in zat cell vit those two
hoars." he admitted.
The fleshy tendrils were now wrapped all about Wonder
Woman's wiggling hips and chest. They writhed about like snakes
as they coiled around her thighs and legs. Several strands had
worked their way up her sides and had wrapped themselves around
her breasts, lassoing her large glands and rolling them about
slowly like two watery sacks.
"UUUGH! NO!" Diana gasped as she again felt the hard
protrusion touch her vagina. "Oh Hera I can't go through this..."
Suddenly, the hard penis pushed its way past her tightened
vaginal lips and plunged itself up into her pussy. Diana reeled
and thrust upward as the fleshy member slid deep inside her.
"Vat about ze Wonder Woman?" asked another guard of the
first. "I want to know vat happened to zat BITCH!"
"Vell, that's ze good part. Ze countess really hasn't had a
chance to play vit her yet since she escaped. She's fresh meat
waiting to be fucked." he blasted letting out a hellish laugh.
"I do know they took zome pictures of her all tied up. Some
propaganda thing. I helped vit the camera man." said one of the
other guards.
The long penis continued to slide in and out of Diana's
defenseless vagina as she struggled in vain to resist her alien
tormentor and to resist making any noise. The organ was
uncontrollable and irresistible as it plunged inside again and
again, like some relentless piston, between her quivering legs.
All she could do was clench her teeth and pant softly as she
continued to listen to the guards mock her and her sister.
Then, her eyes bulged wide open as she felt her buttocks
being parted and another member being pushed deep into her anus.
"NNNGH! Hera... I can't UUUGHH! stop it..."
"Vell, I don't know about you guys but I've got to do vat a
man's got to do." grunted one of the guards as he stood up and
unzipped his pants. Looking about a bit, he spied a convenient
hole in the wall to perform his task.
Diana continued to gasp as the two organs ruthlessly
penetrated her pinned and helpless hips. She lay tense and prone
in the tube as her body rocked up and down from the pounding she
was receiving from below.
Then, with a slack jawed expression, she looked up just in
time to have a stream of warm piss spray down like a small shower
over her face. The salty liquid poured all over her face and into
her gapping mouth. "GAWWK! Ohhhhhh!" she cried silently as she
spit the spray out and lowered her head to avoid the stream.
The other three men continued to talk as they walked up to
their pissing buddy. Then, like some unspoken club ritual, all
four men began pissing into the dark hole.
The urine continued to shower down on Diana as she tried to
avoid the spray. Her intense penetration, however, continued to
force her to gasp and moan, causing her to open her mouth and
swallow bits of the horrid streams.
"I don't believe this..." she gasped as she started to
tighten. "I can't... I can't.... no NO!" she pleaded as her
climax grew closer and closer. Then, her whole body began to
swell, filling the tunnel completely, as every muscle in her body
contracted. At the same time, the penises inside her started to
stiffen as they readied themselves, swelling toward the
inevitable.
Then, with one last intense thrust, both proboscises plunged
deep into her and discharged. This pushed Diana over the edge and
the amazon nearly exploded from the immeasurable climax.
At that same moment, one of the men spat his wad of chewing
tobacco into the hole. The gooey wad bounced off Diana's wet face
and sprayed over her ample chest. The soft, brown spit rolled
slowly over the curvature of her breasts as the goop dribbled
down between her cleavage. The penises continued to pump their
discharge into her and she could feel the slippery substance
oozing, like liquid soap, from her vagina and anus, down her
thighs, and to her feet.
"AAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHH!!!!!!"
The three guards stopped and stared at each other as the
erotic, female scream blasted outward from the hole in front of
them. Then, one of the guards peered cautiously into the hole.
The dark hared, female form wiggling and panting could only be...
"Vonder Voman! Well vat do we have here." he said sprouting
an insidious smile as he reached in the hole and grabbed the
struggling amazon by her raised arms. The other men joined in and
all four pulled the heroine free from her unknown rapist. The now
naked Wonder Woman came rocketing out of the hole like a cork
from a bottle and all five went staggering backward as she piled
on top of them.
Almost as soon as she was free, the fiery femme-fatal started
to bolt for the cave exit but the guard that had pulled her free
grabbed her about the waist and held her tight with his strong
arms.
"Let me GO! I command IT! Release me at ONCE do you hear!"
she screamed as she twisted about like a captured snake in the
laughing guards steel grip.
"Whoa, vat a spitfire." laughed the guard as he moved his
left arm up across her upper chest and grabbed her right breast,
using this new grip to pull her upper body back against his
chest. Diana's head went back over his right shoulder and her
hair sprayed about wildly like tall grass in a violent hurricane
as she continued to twist defiantly.
As she continued to kick her long shapely legs in all
directions, another guard slid his hips between her thighs and
grabbed her left leg with his right hand, hold her leg at a 90
degree angle and effectively pinning it. She tried to kick the
soldier with her right leg but his hips were too close to her body
and her leg only managed to slid high and close along his right
side.
Both her legs were now wrapped around the wickedly grinning
guards chubby waist and all she could do was squeeze and twist
her hips violently in an effort at resisting his advance.
"I... don't believe... THIS!" she thought as she continued
to struggle. She didn't know which was worse, staying in that
hole with that THING or being at the mercy of these pigs. Either
choice was a nightmare.
The guard behind her continued to massage her huge tit as he
enjoyed groping his wildly writhing captive. His callused hand
squeezed the breast slowly and firmly, pinching the woman's hard
nipple between his index and middle fingers as he teased it. His
fingers squeezed the nipple and pulled it up and down as he
pushed her ripe, firm gland in and around in huge orbits. Her
breast bulged and stretched as it pressed up against her heaving
chest and her other breast, forming erotic circular and oval
shapes of succulent flesh as his hand massaged it wildly.
He then held her firmly by his left hand and quickly pulled
her right arm with his right hand behind her back, pinning her
arm. Then he quickly reached down with his left hand and pulled
her left elbow hard behind her back, forcing her chest and head
forward as he did this. His right arm slipped around her right
elbow and, grabbing her left elbow with his right hand, he pinned
both her arms behind her back. All Diana could do was reach out
helplessly with her hands, grasping fruitlessly at freedom.
"Zo sweat and spirited." said the guard in front of her as
he grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her to stare
him straight in the eye. His comment was answered by a hefty spat
that sprayed into his eyes and across his cheek.
"OHHH! You are going to pay for that you American BITCH!" he
hissed driving his threat home by pulling the hair on the back of
her head even harder. Diana continued to grit her teeth and snarl
as she stared back defiantly.
The guard then pushed his hips in deeper as he pulled his
penis from his boxers. Wonder Woman surged upward as she tried to
use her hips and thighs to squeeze the soldier away from her. The
guard grabbed her plump buttocks and pushed closer, aiming his
cock with his hand as he gained each inch.
"AAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!!!! NNNOOOOO!!!!!" she screamed like some
wild, erotic animal as the disgusting guard's member pushed hard
into her pussy and started its intense penetration. His enlarged
penis forced its way slow and hard past her tight and defiant
lips as she tried to resist his irresistible advance. This caused
her hips to soar upward and roll from side to side as the cock
slid deeper and deeper inside her. Then, with an erotic, female
grunt, her hips slumped back against the guard behind her as the
cock was fully inserted and her rapist's hips pressed hard
against hers. She gyrated and moaned as he slowly pumped his
pelvis forward, rubbing his lower stomach over her already
sensitive clitoris.
As she hissed and moaned, the guard behind her reached up
and pulled her head back against his shoulder. Then he began
making light circular orbits with his finger over her full, red
lips, teasing her mouth with his fingers. "I think maybe this
mouth was meant for something else besides kissing." he mocked
letting out a chuckle.
Diana spat and snarled at the thought and thrashed her head
from side to side as she tried to avoid his fingers.
"Here, let me get some of that." said a third guard as he
walked up to her right side and grabbed her right breast hard
with both his hands. He started to violently massage the tit,
clutching and squeezing it relentlessly as he played with it. Then,
like some half starved animal, he barreled down on it, sucking
her rip nipple into his mouth. In a wild, feeding frenzy, he
began sucking and milking the defenseless heroine's tit,
ruthlessly pushing it hard against her chest as he tried to suck
her dry.
The fourth guard decide the left breast need the same
attention and he joined in, violently molesting her other bare
tit.
Diana began screaming and twisting about as the four men
continued to rape her. The man fucking her also began stroking
her firm, bare thighs, sliding his hands slowly over the soft,
tan skin under her thighs and running them over her plump and
jiggling rear. His hands cupped her buttocks, squeezing and
massaging them as he continued pumping hard and viciously into
her.
"I vant something special." said the guard behind her as he
reached down and pulled out his penis with his bare hand. Pulling
hard on her arms, he forced the thrusting woman's hips down
toward his own, and with his free hand, he guide his hardened
cock into her bucking ass.
"NO! STOP!... NOT THAT!" Diana screamed as the penis parted
her buttocks and pushed into her anus.
"UUUUGHH!!! OH HERA!!!" she screamed defiantly as her hips
shot upward with the sensation.
"God vat and ASS!" panted the guard as he continued to pound
his cock home.
"Ya, vat an amazing FUCK!" replied the other guard as he
groaned and pushed harder into the resistive female.
Diana began to feel the sensation of being penetrated as the
waves of erotic stimulation poured like chilling water over her
tingling skin. She couldn't help but moan and groan as the two
men stepped up their rhythmic pounding. The erotic sounds of this
amazing amazon, cooing and wailing began to drive the four men
wild with passion. The guards started to increase their rhythm,
raping the helpless heroine harder and faster as the woman grew
nearer to climax.
Her hips were now almost perpendicular to the ground as she
thrust upward, growing prone with the intense sensation. They
rolled and swayed slowly about as the penetration continued and
the guard could see his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy
as he looked down on his lunging prey.
Then, the inescapable began to build. Her panting and
moaning grew quicker and quicker as the climax grew nearer and
nearer. Her large hips bucked and thrust faster and faster as she
soared higher and higher. The men responded by stimulating her
more intensely with each surge. Clenching her teeth and squeezing
her eyes shut tightly, Diana grew wet with tears as the
sensation pushed her uncontrollable toward the edge. Then, with
one last defiant surge, the doomed heroine tightened inexorably
toward her fate.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!"
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!"
"NOOOOOOAUUUAUGHGHGGHH!"
The caverns echoed with Wonder Woman's erotic cry of release
as yet another climax claimed her. The men were driven mad by the
incredible female cry of sexual release and both men exploded,
thrusting and pushing mindlessly into the taken heroine.
Almost as soon as they finished their intense climax, Wonder
Woman began fighting again, pushing and twisting to escape.
Driven by uncontrollable sexual urges, the four men pulled the
gyrating woman to the ground and piled on top of her. The guard
behind her slipped out from underneath her and pulled her
flailing arms up over her head, pinning her punching hands to the
dirt.
The man in front, pulled himself free and was instantly
replaced by one of the guards on her side. The new man slid in
place and pushed his cock hard into her twisting hips as he began
mounting the buxom amazon.
As she stared up at her four attackers, Diana thought about
her sister and how she must be receiving the same, ruthless
treatment. This enraged the femme-fatal and she continued to
fight her sadistic tormentors as they again began molesting her.
The fourth guard then pulled his pants completely off and
straddled the woman's chest. She gasped in horror as the man sat
down on her huge chest and slid his hips down toward her face.
With his left hand, he grabbed the woman's thrashing head and
pulled it forward toward him. At the same time, he guided his
penis into her soft, gasping mouth.
"UUUGLP! NO.,.. MMMMBLM!"
Diana could only moan and grunt as the cock forced its way
past her plump, red lips and deep into her throat. Driven by the
intense sexual sensations being forced on her, Diana
instinctively began sucking the member as she submitted to its
encroachment.
The four men now formed a pile on the floor as they massed
the slowly gyrating heroine. Wonder Woman moaned and groaned
softly and deeply as her rape mercilessly continued. After
several minutes of pushing and pumping, the horrid orgy began
again to swell as everyone reached their pinnacle.
Diana grunted and gulped harshly and sporadically as the
combination of her climax and the guard's discharge in her mouth
forced her to gasp and swallow deeply. The other guard finished
his climax, pumping away slowly as he completely relieved
himself.
After the men were satiated, the two penetrating her, stood
up and loomed over the heroine's naked and fucked body. Diana
could only roll about slowly as the sensation of being penetrated
made her groggy with sexual stimuli.
Part 7
As she groaned defiantly, the guard holding her arms,
flipped the dazed woman on her stomach and pulled out a long
strip of leather. He pulled her long arms behind her back and
tightly tied her hands together at the wrist. He then used
another strap to tie her elbows tightly together, rendering her
arms useless.
The woman was then sat on her knees. Her head was held
with a firm grasp as the guard's hand clenched the thick hair on
the back of her head. "You know what to do." he said in a low,
intense voice as he stared into the heroine's dull and heavy eyes
and pulled is penis toward her mouth. Without resistance, Wonder
Woman began sucking the man's hard cock and she settled down into
a mindless state of entertaining her tormentors.
As soon as the first rapist was done, the next took his
place, then the next. Soon, all four men were satiated and they
started to get dressed and gather their supplies.
Diana sat on her knees in an almost hypnotic trance with her
eyes heavily shut and her jaw open and slack as though she were
half asleep. Streams of cum ran down over her chin and her neck
as she quivered helplessly. Her trance was rudely broken,
however, as a balled up wad of cloth was shoved into her mouth.
She responded by twisting her head about but this was a futile
effort at best. A thick, heavy terry towel came down over her
mouth and the gag was tied in place behind her head, holding the
cloth ball in her mouth and preventing her from forcing it out.
One of the guards then removed his belt and looped it around
her long, delicate neck. He then buckled it tight, making a make-
shift collar for his captive. He then took a long piece of rope
and tied it to the buckle, leashing the now defeated and captured
avenger.
"You vere very good. Now that's vat a woman was meant for."
said the guard as he grabbed Wonder Woman's bound body and pulled
her close to him.
"Ya, and this is just the start." said another as he pushed
the woman forward down the passage by her ass. Diana trotted
along for a few steps and then struggled and moaned as they
continued pushing her along with their convincing gun butts.
- - -
Wonder Woman staggered along for what seemed like a half
hour as they neared the exit to the catacombs. Her incredible
physique had already allowed her to regain some of her will and
she was now resisting her captorers as they pushed her along.
Suddenly, she was blinded by the intense rays of the mid day
sun as she was pushed from a doorway into the castle's main
courtyard. The courtyard was huge and was made into a make-shift
bivwack for the contingent of soldiers that were stationed there.
Several rows of tents, trucks, crates and other military
equipment lined the walls of the grounds. Several dozen men were
hanging about doing things such as cooking, cleaning equipment
and relaxing.
As the buxom heroine emerged from the tunnel, the men
stopped with their daily activities and stared in gaping awe at
the incredible woman walking out into the courtyard. Dozens of
cat-calls and whistles followed her as she was forcefully
escorted toward the center of the grounds. Then, with a heavy
thrust from a gun butt to her legs, Diana was forced to kneel
down in front of the main building.
The squad of about 40 to 50 men began forming a circle
around the woman like a bunch of sharks smelling blood and
readying themselves for a feeding frenzy. They bustled about
anxiously and all Diana could do was stare forward intensely and
rebelliously as she listened to their lude comments and insulting
jokes.
"We're going to fuck that bitch good."
"What a set of jugs!"
"I bet that American bitch could do us all, the SLUT!"
"Hey hoar, I've got a marc. How about a good time!"
With that last comment, Diana sprang to her feet and rushed
the part of the crowd the comment came from. With a wild kick,
she took a shot at one of the men only to have her bare leg
grabbed and her body pushed hard to the ground. The men began
massing the woman, picking her wiggling body up over their heads
and holding her up with dozens of groping hands. Their hands were
everywhere as they grabbed her breasts, legs, buttocks, face,
hair and pussy. Diana screamed wildly under her gag as she could
feel several fingers being pushed inside her vagina.
Suddenly, the wild crowd was silenced by a single gun shot.
The entire crowd turned and stared at a balcony window that
overlooked the courtyard. Diana stared in utter despise at the
countess as the woman sauntered toward the rail.
"The Wonder Woman is not to be touched!" she order harshly.
"Any man who accosts her will be punished SEVERALLY!" she added.
The four men who had just finished entertaining themselves
with the avenger, looked at each other sheepishly and gave each
other a look that said, "Nothing happened, it was those things in
the cave." The men knew how harsh the countess's punishments were
and they did not want to face her wrath.
"Sergeant!" she screamed. A burly man stepped forward and
gave the woman a Nazi salute. "Yes mine Mistress." he answered.
"I vant the captive cleaned up. Bring her to my room to be
cleaned and fed, then bring her to my lab" she ordered. She then
raised the lugar and fired four shots into the crowd. Each shot
was deadly accurate and the four men that had captured Wonder
Woman slumped down dead at the heroine's feet. "And I do
mean UNTOUCHED!" she screamed.
The rest of the crowd stepped away from Wonder Woman and the
sergeant stared in fear at the four dead soldiers. "At once mine
Mistress." he replied with a gulp. "You men, get her and follow
me." he ordered, waving his hand at a few, scared privates.
The men rushed up and grabbed the heroine's leash. Hurriedly
they forced the woman along through a set of heavy, oak doors, up
several flights of stares and down a few corridors. They then
came to a stop at the countess's bedroom. The sergeant knocked on
the double oak door and waited as it slowly opened.
The countess stood in the doorway. Her body was relaxed and
incredibly erotic as she stood wearing a shear, see through teddy
and panties. She stood leaning sexy against the door
giving Diana a warm but evil stare. Diana stood straight, with
her hips to one side and one leg slightly bent as she stared
forward in defiance, refusing to look at the countess. She was a
prisoner and she was not about to surrender.
"Vell, I can see you're no worse for wear." the countess
said coyly as she caressed Diana's bare breast. "You men can go!"
she ordered, waving her hand at the already fleeing guards.
The countess then circled behind Diana and gently removed
her gag. Diana responded by wetting her lips and wiggling her jaw
lightly to get the circulation going.
"Whatever you have planned, I'm not about to let you win!"
Diana said sternly as she continued to stare forward.
"Oh, I don't expect you to." the countess replied. "Its much
more...fun this way." she added. "By the way, I have something I
owe you."
"Something she owes me?" Diana thought as her gaze started
to shift to her side. "What could..." but then her eyes widened
as she remember what she did to the countess in the lab. Almost
at the same time, a cotton pad came down over her nose and mouth
and the heroine began to scream in resistance.
The countess continued to hold the anesthetic in place as
Wonder Woman struggled against it. Her body squirmed about under
the countess's powerful grasp and she moaned erotically as the
drug drained her will. The days events and the harsh experiences
she had just gone through were too taxing, however, and Wonder
Woman began to yield. Almost wanting to sleep from exhaustion,
Diana let the fumes drain her spirit and put her to sleep. The
countess then pushed the chloroformed amazon forward into the
bedroom and watched as her lax, muscular body slumped to the rug.
At that moment, the stiletto booted legs of Gretchen and
Inga walked up from inside the bedroom and stood over Diana.
"Give her a bath." the countess ordered softly as she gave
the two dominatrix a wicked, evil grin.
* * *
Wonder Woman's eyes slowly blinked open as the drug began to
wear off. "Hera, I hate the smell of that stuff!" she cursed as
the fuzziness around her turned into sharp images of a white
bathroom. She could see the fine, stonework decorations of the
ceiling and she could tell instantly she was laying on her back.
As she started to get up, a nippy chill kissed her bare shoulders
as she raise her body upward. Looking about more, she realized
she was laying in a very large bath tub.
The tub was almost circular and shaped like a giant sea
shell. Her body sat in the shell end while her head rested on a
thin pillow on the hinge end. This part was even with the water
and her head was the only part of her sticking out of the
mountains of soap bubbles. The whole tub was quit shallow and her
nipples would pierce the surface of the warm water as she moved
slightly about.
As she started to get up, she tried to pull her arms down.
She was instantly aware that her arms were securely handcuffed
just over her head to a ring at the tile base of the tub. It was
a comfortable position but she knew she was bound. The ball,
bondage gag in her mouth also reminded her that crying for help
was unacceptable. She noticed that her long, silky, brunette hair
was curled up and tied in place on top of her head with a silk
bow, the same kind used by women to hold their hair up while
taking a bath.
After several groggy moans and testing tugs on the
handcuffs, Diana accepted the situation and settled back down.
After all, the water was quite warm and she was quite a mess.
"This isn't so bad." she thought, "At least I'm not getting
banged again. Of course I shouldn't get too comfortable. I
seriously doubt the countess really wants to just give me a good
bath and hair doo."
After several minutes, the large, white double doors to the
huge bathroom opened and two women slowly sauntered in. They
placed a few towels and other items on the sink's tiled counter
top and they looked lazily over at Diana as they whispered to
each other. Inga and Gretchen were each wearing only a pink towel
and that was soon discarded as the two women disrobed in front of
Diana. They walked slowly toward Diana and slid into the steaming
hot tub, sliding along either side of the puzzled amazon.
"She zo beautiful." giggled Inga as she gently put her hand
on Diana's right shoulder and slid it softly over her right
breast, letting her fingers lightly glance Diana's ripe nipple.
Diana turned her chest in response as she became slightly
distressed by this.
"Ya, so beautiful and zo delicate." added Gretchen as she
glided her hand over Diana's bare, soap covered thigh.
The two women giggled and glared longingly at Diana, licking
their lips slightly and slowly as they continued to gently stroke
Diana's wet, bare body. After a few minutes, they both reached
around and picked up a sponge and a bottle of soap. They soaked
the sponges in the soap and started slowly sponging Diana.
"So good... Hera that feels good." she thought as they
dabbed the sponges over her bare chest, down over her huge
breasts, across her stomach and along her long, shapely legs.
Each stroke cleaned away more and more sweat and grime along with
a little bit of her resistance. The strokes were so gentle, so
tender. The water was so warm and soothing. She couldn't help but
lay back and close her eyes and dream of the many times on
Paradise island she had bathed with the other female inhabitants.
Being in the tub brought back many erotic memories of exploration
and enjoyment with her female friends.
The two women continued to clean Diana, sweeping the soft
sponges over her tan body, like a car enthusiast waxing the
perfect automobile. With each pass of the sponge came a follow up
stroke with a hand. The two nymphs caressed and petted Diana,
enjoying the feel of her muscular body and the vision of her
exquisite form.
Inga then picked up a bar of soap and started slowly
lathering the bar in her hands. After a few moments, the woman's
hands were dripping with a frothy mound of bubbles. She then
leaned over Diana and placed her hands on the amazon's rib cage,
just below each breast. Gently, she slid her hands upward and
followed the curvature of Diana's soapy, gleaming breasts, barely
moving or shifting them but covering them none the less with a
thick coat of soap. She then started massaging them slowly,
polishing and caressing each breast as though it were a fine
piece of china.
Diana responded with a low, feminine moan that sent erotic
chills down both dominatrix spine's. She was so ripe, so
vulnerable. She could be taken so easily. All three women knew
this, especially Diana.
Inga and Gretchen, however, didn't pounce, instead they
toyed with the heroine, teasing her with ever increasing levels
of tension. Inga continued slowly massaging Diana's tits, moving
and pushing them about gently into huge spherical mounds of
delicate, tan flesh. As she did this, she also used her fingers
to toy and pinch the woman's now erect nipples. With a gentle
blow and a light kiss now and then, the nymph sent waves of
chilling sensation through Diana as she lightly teased each
gland.
Gretchen move downward and was now slowly running her soapy
hands up and down the length of Diana's curvaceous legs. Using
her cheeks and hands she glided along, stroking the woman's limbs
like a harp player playing a song of intense sensuality. Her
gentle kisses and soft strokes caused Diana to slid her legs
together erotically, rubbing her full thighs and muscular calves
together as she shifted her hips in sexual response.
Diana was now in a state of utter bliss as she moaned and
cooed softly to the other women's overwhelming caresses. "If this
is what the countess meant by being a prisoner, I should never
have tried to escape." she thought, "I just hope Dru is getting
at least a little of this treatment."
She then started to chuckle lightly as the combination of
the two women's light touches and the images of the last few
weeks events came back to her. The image of Dru giving that Nazi
agent a massive blow job along with her own experiences began to
excite her.
"Never been through such intense treatment before.." she
thought as she let herself drift. "The climaxes, the bondage, the
force and power,... Hera I can't believe I'm so turned on by
this."
"Those men, raping me... the machines,... and those plants."
she cringed at the thought of those disgusting things touching
and penetrating her but, the sensations were so erotic, the
images so intense. No control at the hands of something so
primitive and base. It was an overwhelming image. The memories of
the raping machine vibrated her very soul as each remembered
penetration sent quivering chills between her legs. She suddenly
began to visualize her sister being bound and gagged into that
tortuous machine, the same machine that broke her, dreaming of
her being mercilessly raped and climaxed relentlessly by that
tireless tormentor.
Her visions then shifted to her friends on paradise island.
Each aloof, picturesque female took a turn in the machine as she
fantasized wildly about them all being taken. The images would
interchange as she fantasized about each of them replacing her in
the situations she had experienced. Trina, her noble, angelic
friend since childhood, being forcefully gang banged by the
submarine crew. Lewanna, her cousin and idol being molested and
raped by Inga and Gretchen.
Then, Diana surged slightly as the regal image of her
mother, Queen Hypolitia, popped into her seething, erotic mind.
The incredibly beautiful and noble woman's image filled her
wicked thoughts as she watched the Queen being entered again and
again by the insidious pod that had raped Diana. Over and over
she envisioned her mother being taken, her statuesque, perfect
form being pulled down from its royal pedestal as the plant
ejaculated its viscous, white fluid into every orifice...
"UUUUGGMMM!" Diana sang out as Gretchen's gentle hands slid
under her thighs and over her buttocks. As with her breasts,
Diana's firm cheeks were softly stroked and massaged as the woman
went about cleaning their spherical surface. As she pushed and
squeezed her rear, Gretchen pulled up on one side of Diana's
hips, politely asking the amazon to roll on her side. Then, with
a soft, cloth covered brush, Gretchen began cleaning Diana's
rear, gliding the stiff handle carefully over her tender anus.
Inga continued washing Diana's upper half but now the amazon
was rolled to one side and was facing the smiling dominatrix.
Inga soaped up Diana's breasts again and began massaging them
slowly as she wiped and cleaned them. As she did this, the nymph
stared longingly into Diana's heavy, inviting eyes. Diana stared
back, never breaking eye contact as she looked deep into the
woman's gaze. Inga smiled and then leaned in, giving Diana a
long, gentle kiss on the cheek.
Inga moved across Diana's face as she gentle kissed the
heroine. Her soft pecks and full, red lips soon found their way
along the amazon's neck and over her broad shoulders. Diana
breathed heavily as the woman continued to kiss her and her eyes
slowly closed as she again slipped back into her fantasies.
Her mother groaned and moaned as her dripping wet body was
again penetrated. The penises pumped faster and faster,
ruthlessly gang-raping the helpless queen as she struggled in
futility to escape. "How you deserve this mother." Diana thought.
"How I would love to see you explode with passion."
Gretchen turned Diana over on her back and leaned over the
heavily panting avenger. She then reached over to the side of the
tub and picked up a long fallic shaped bar of soap. Wetting it
with warm water to start it frothing, she slid it teasingly over
Diana's bare thighs and stomach. Diana watched longingly as the
enticing form taunted her will. Then, Gretchen slid it down
between Diana's legs and slowly inserted it into her soapy, wet
vagina. The amazon responded by surging upward slowly and letting
out a heavy, dull moan of enjoyment. At the same moment, Inga
sank down and sucked one of Diana's rock hard nipples into her
mouth. With both hands she gently cupped the huge gland and began
slowly sucking the life from it.
Wonder Woman was now moaning rhythmically as the slow sliding
of the soapy dildo and the erotic suckling overwhelmed her
already aroused mind. Gretchen continued her thorough job of
cleaning by hugging Diana's surging hips and gliding her tongue
slowly over the amazon's sensitive clitoris and through her soft,
vaginal lips. The woman's mouth was absolutely magical as it
sucked and licked Diana clean of her resistance and control. The
dildo continued its rhythmic pumping, forcing the amazon's hips
upward with each irresistible stroke and the three women settled
down into a mass of thrusting, gyrating hips, legs and bare skin
as Diana grew closer and closer to overwhelming bliss.
"MMMMMM"
"MMMMMMMMM"
"MMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
Diana's moans turned to deep screams under her ball gag as
she soared higher and higher. The two dominatrix, sensing the
woman's nearing climax, tightened their grip on her soft, naked
body, offering sexually exciting resistance to her uncontrollable
thrusts.
Tighter and tighter Wonder Woman grew, squeezing each muscle
near to breaking as the powerful wave of sexual energy swelled
inexorably. Then, with one last cringing gasp, Diana seized,
forcing her hips upward into a high back arch, surging like a
ballerina making a high, dramatic leap...
"MMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Even under the gag, the climatic yell of release echoed
throughout the room. Diana collapsed and rolled about erotically
as the two nymphs dug in hard and began massaging and suckling
the heroine with a heavy, intense zeal. This brought on another,
overwhelming climax as Diana again exploded with sexual energy.
As she moaned and groaned in sexual defeat, Inga gentle
untied the ball gag and removed it from Diana's loose, half open
mouth. Then, slowly and passionately, she leaned in and began
kissing Diana hard and deep on the lips. Diana responded without
hesitation, returning every movement and sensation to Inga's wet,
red lips. Both women began to moan slowly as they continued to
passionately exchange affections.
Gretchen slid herself up and unhooked Wonder woman's cuffs
from the holder imbedded in the cement. Diana's hands were still
bound but she could now move her arms about in front of her. She
immediately reached forward and cupped Inga's cheeks with her
hands, holding the woman still as she continued to kiss her.
Part 8
Gretchen then reached across and grabbed Diana's chin,
pulling her head softly toward her. Without question Diana let go
of Inga and cupped Gretchen's face as she began kissing the red
head. Both woman hugged and caressed each other as they slowly
shared their passions. Inga then pulled Diana back toward her and
they continued their exchange. This went on for what seemed like
forever as the three aroused women pleasured each other.
Gretchen and Inga then sat back and up on the sides of the
tub, allowing Diana to get to her knees. Inga reached out and
gently kissed the heroine, pulling her closer. Then, with a soft
push, she guided Diana's head downward. Diana instinctively knelt
down between Inga's legs and began gliding her tongue slowly over
Inga's warm, went vagina. Then, with a burst of sexual
excitement, Wonder Woman pressed her mouth deep into Inga's pussy
and she began pleasuring the dominatrix.
Gretchen moved in behind Diana and began stroking her raised
rear end. The amazon's cheeks were full, round and shiny wet with
soap, making the sensation of massaging her buttocks even more
exciting to the red head. She then began kissing the woman's
smooth, soft skin as she slid her hand between Diana's thighs and
masturbated the heroine.
Diana reciprocated by increasing Inga's already overwhelming
blow job. Inga thrust and moaned slowly as Diana wildly licked
and massaged the woman's vagina with her sensual lips and mouth.
As the two women moaned and shifted about, Gretchen picked
up the soap dildo and slid it back into Diana's warm, wet pussy.
Diana let out an intense groan as the fallic plunged deep into
her vagina. With wild abandonment, Wonder Woman wildly
intensified her falacio, bringing Inga closer and closer to
climax. Then with a massive surge, Diana forced a wild scream of
passion from Inga as she plunged the woman into climax.
Insane with passion, Diana sat up and turned toward
Gretchen. Driven by an overwhelming desire to please her
tormentors, Wonder Woman pushed the red head back and buried her
face in the woman's pink pussy. The dominatrix's curly red hair
shot back in a scarlet wave as she thrust her head back in
ecstasy. Inga quickly moved behind Diana and resumed the dildo's
path, pumping it slowly in and out of Diana's gyrating hips.
Gretchen was soon screaming uncontrollably as the amazon exacted
a ferocious climax from the red head.
Still stimulated, Gretchen clamped her hand down on Diana's
head and held the amazon in place, riding out the avenger's
incredible wave of passion. Inga then removed the foaming soap
dildo from Diana and placed it on the side of the tub. She
reached over and unfolded a towel and picked up a larger, red
vibrator. Stroking Wonder Woman's jiggling rear, she slowly moved
the implement into place, lightly touching Diana's vagina with
the tip. Then, with a forceful, steady thrust, she pushed the
dildo into Diana's innocent and unsuspecting hips.
Diana thrust her rear upward as the large vibrator inched
its way relentlessly forward. As she tried to raise her head,
Gretchen pushed it back down, securing the struggling heroine in
place. Diana's plump buttocks shifted from side to side as her
distressed hips tried to valiantly resist the toy's irresistible
charms.
As soon as the dildo was fully inserted, Inga pulled back on
it, reversing the pressure and sending new waves of stimulation
through Wonder Woman's mind. Then, like a mad woman, Inga began
pumping the dildo in and out of the panicked heroine. With each
pumping cycle, Diana let out a muffled moan of animalistic
emotion. They were too rough, too intense, but Diana couldn't
help but let the experience overwhelm her.
After a few minutes, Inga looked up and gave Gretchen a sly
wink. Then, reaching over to the side of the tub, she picked up
another large, red vibrator and moved it toward the already
writhing heroine.
An intense cry of resistance announced the insertion of the
second vibrator underneath the first as Inga mercilessly plunged
the new stimulator along the length of the first one. Diana's
vagina was now expanded to its limits and it stretched like a
gaping mouth as Inga twisted and shoved the dildo's in and out of
her. The amazon was panic stricken now as the implements sent her
totally out of control. Each thrust drove her mad with sensation
as she was penetrated over and over again. Then, with an unreal
tension, Diana tightened ever muscle as the surging climax began
to surface. A long silence passed and the amazon squeezed as
tightly as she could....
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOO...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLMMM!!!"
Diana screamed her defiance as the climax was ruthlessly
exacted from her. As soon as Wonder Woman released, Inga removed
one of the vibrators and plunged it hard and swift into Diana's
rosy, pink anus. Wonder Woman let out a pig like squeal as
her rear was savagely penetrated. Her hips continued to buck and
thrust about as Inga slid and twisted the phallic around
mercilessly. This intensely horrid treatment brought on yet
another fiery climax. Diana then slumped down into the pool,
dazed, defeated and raped.
Inga then removed the sex toys and rolled the amazon on her
back. The two dominatrix then slid on top of her and began
passionately kissing their moaning captive.
After several minutes of caressing and kissing, Gretchen
stood up and sauntered slowly out of the steaming tub. At the
same time, Inga slid in behind the avenger and wrapped her left
arm around the woman's shoulders, forcefully, but not painfully
pinning her arms to her side. She then gentle cupped her hand
over Diana's mouth, pulling the heroine's head back against her
shoulders. Both women knew there was no need for this but it was
a symbol, a sign of power. Inga was the dominator and Diana was
the prisoner. Diana accepted her role and sank back, letting the
sensation of Inga's huge breasts on her bare, soapy back
stimulate her some more.
Gretchen toweled herself dry and slipped the towel around
her body, pinning it with a fold at the top. With another towel
she coiled her long, red hair up into a beehive. As she did this,
Inga escorted Diana out of the tub and stood behind her on the
white, fur rug, holding her hand over the woman's mouth. She then
stepped aside and Gretchen quickly took her place, re-gagging the
prisoner. As Inga dried herself off, Gretchen started to kiss and
nibble Diana's ears, entertaining the dazed heroine.
After Inga wrapped herself in a towel, she picked up a silk
strip of cloth and walked toward Diana. Gretchen removed her hand
and Inga pushed the cloth into Diana's mouth. Gretchen then took
the ends and pulled it behind Diana's head, tying it off with a
firm but comfortable knot. Diana now stood naked and soapy wet
with her hands cuffed in front of her, her mouth gagged and her
hair tied up high on her head.
The two women then picked up some towels and started drying
Wonder Woman off, using the towels to massage and stimulate the
heroine even further. After a few minutes, they were done and
they dropped the towels to the floor.
Gretchen then walked to a closet and, after some rustling,
came out with a coat hanger sporting a set of pink lingerie. They
gently slipped the shear, pink panties over Diana's wide,
motherly hips, sliding them slowly up her quivering, tan legs.
The pink, laced bra corralled Wonder Woman's enormous endowment
and the huge breasts were pulled up and together forming two
perfectly round, spherical mounds of flesh. Her skin was still
wet and glistening making her bulging breasts shiny and smooth
under the rooms soft lights. An intricately laced robe was
slipped over Diana's wide shoulders. It was beautiful but did
nothing more than slightly hide her gorgeous shape behind a vale
of shear, pink silk. Her hair was then fixed up again on top of
her head, seeing how it was all astray from her bathtub
encounter. The final touch was a pair of 6 inch, high heel, pink,
stiletto shoes which skyrocketed the already taller amazon to a
new, impressive height and which instantly caused the muscles in
her long legs to shape and tighten, turning them into incredible
showcases of form and beauty.
The two dominatrix got dressed in their usual black, leather
outfits. They then affixed a black, studded collar around Wonder
Woman's long neck and pulled her gently by the leash, leading her
into the next room. A tray of food sat at an elegant oak table.
Diana was escorted to a chair in front of the food and was
securely bound to it. Her arms were strapped to the chair's arms
with silk binds and her legs were crossed and then tied at the
knees and ankles. The gag was removed and the two women sat
down and started spoon feeding their prisoner. Diana was famished
and didn't hesitate to eat every delicious morsel.
- - -
Wonder Girl was almost comatose at this point. She stood
against the table, her hips instinctively thrusting forward as
the ticklers continued their ruthless onslaught. Her mouth was
dry and slack as she stared out into space with her now glossy,
tear filled eyes.
"Oh Hera PLEASE! Somebody please... I'll do anything just
let me cum." she cried as the teasing sensations drove her mad
with desire. She had never felt like this before, so vulnerable
and so turned on. This countess was insidious and she dreaded the
woman's next move as she lay there moaning and cooing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Drucella shivered as the
sounds of the lab door opening broke the mind numbing spell and
told her that the worst was yet to come. The countess entered the
lab escorted by her blonde assistant and three German officers.
The men were much older and looked very important.
"I don't know anything about Nazi insignia so I have no idea
who they could be but, they must be pretty powerful to make the
countess nervous." Dru noticed as the dark hared witch hemmed and
hawed as she talked to the stoic men. The group approached the
slowly twisting teen and stood in front of her, staring long and
hard at her firm, naked body.
"Zo, this is the amazing Vonder Voman." said Colonel
Wilmeiter with a look of unimpressed disinterest as he stared at
the young girl through his monocle.
"Oh Colonel, zis is not ze Vonder Voman, only ze Vonder
Girl." the countess said laughingly waving her hand at the girl
as though to brush her off.
Dru shot them both an angry and annoyed stare. "I'm just as
good as Diana you... you..." she thought as she let out a
hissing, fiery snarl.
"You vill meet Vonder Voman soon enough." the countess
continued. "But first, the girl."
"Guards! Untie the girl and secure her to ze table." the
woman ordered, pointing to a medical style table sitting against
the wall of the lab. The guards stepped up and unstrapped the now
super tender heroine. As they did so, the teen began twisting and
kicking in a vain attempt at escape. The guards picked the girl up
by each arm and carried her fiery form to the table where they
began strapping her down. Her wrists went into two leather cuffs
which secured her arms above her head. Two long, leather straps
were then tied around her ankles. Dru could move her legs but
only in a small, restricted way. The young girl lay twisting and
gyrating as the guards inserted a special cloth wad into her
mouth. They then secured the cloth in place with a leather strap
that completely covered her mouth and prevented her from pushing
the gag out. Dru could only moan and mumble as she fought to get
free.
"Spirited little thing." one of the officers noted.
"Ya, but her fire will be doused soon enough." the countess
gloated. Then she made a sharp, loud clap with her hands. The
doors to the lab opened and Wonder Woman was slowly escorted into
the lab and presented to the crowd.
"Magnificent! Simply magnificent!" the Colonel gleamed as he
stared indecently at the semi-nude amazon. "You have indeed
earned the respect of the Third Reich." he exclaimed grinning at
the defiant woman.
"A great honor sir." she replied obsequiously.
"You will never get away with this." Wonder Woman proclaimed
staring forward in pride and determinations.
"America will never yield to your.. MMMNMBLMMMMMM!..." but
as Diana tried to finish her sentence, another special wad was
shoved in her mouth from behind and the same kind of leather gag
was securely affixed around her head. Diana could only hiss and
moan as she stood helplessly in front of the Nazis.
"You Americans are zo arrogant. You vill learn who your
master is." the Colonel said in a gruff tone as he brutally grabbed
Diana by the chin and forced her to look him in the eye.
"If you vill allow me..." the countess said bowing her head
and motioning to the two dominatrix. The women pushed Diana
toward another table next to Dru's and wrestled the gyrating
femme-fatal onto it. As they secured her, Diana and Dru stared at
one another in fear and hopelessness. They had not seen each
other at all since they were first kidnapped and the bondage
reunion they were having was not a very warm one.
"Hold on little one." Diana's eyes seemed to say as she
stared at Dru. "They will never win."
With a final, tightening yank on Diana's straps, the two
Dominatrix stepped away from the table and the crowd watched as
the two heroines grunted and groaned as they tested their bonds.
"Now you vill witness the power of ze Third Reich." the
countess proclaimed. "Now you vill seen the creation of ze new
master race." and with that the lab door opened and two men
entered the room and walked up to the countess.
The men were nothing less than perfect physical specimens.
They were huge, completely muscle bound with no sign of body fat
what so ever. They stood completely naked and at attention as the
countess circled them slowly, lightly caressing their wide chests
with her soft hands.
"These specimens and their brethren represent the
culmination of the Aryan race." she explained. "Carefully raised
and bread, these men will sire a new, super race for ze glorious
Reich." she continued.
"Now my children, look at your new mates." she said slowly
as she stared past them toward the struggling Wonder Woman and
Wonder Girl. "Now its time for you to do what you've been bread
for... IMPREGNATE THEM!"
Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl began wiggling and struggling
wildly against their bonds as the two men approached them. They
pushed themselves up the table as far as they could in a futile
attempt at escape but the act was in vain as each men climbed
onto the table from the end and started to move toward each
woman, parting the captives' legs as the moved into position.
With a forceful hand, Diana's attacker clamped down on her
breast and began squeezing it ruthless as he pulled himself on
top of her. The woman's strong pelvis thrust and twisted as she
tried to push her much larger opponent off but his size and
strength were too over whelming. Her long, muscular legs slid about
wildly as she tried to kick him away but the leather straps
binding her ankles only allowed her to bend her knees slightly.
As he maneuvered forward, she could see his enormous member
growing hard with anticipation as she stared down in horror
between her legs. Then, with a low, dull moan of defiance, Diana
reeled her head back and gasped as the rapist guided is penis
between her lips and pushed his rock hard erection into her
unprotected vagina.
Her rear shot up and about as the muscle bound attacker
continued to mount the heroine. Inch by inch he slid deeper and
deeper, forcing Diana to moan and grunt erotically with each
intense thrust. Then, the two began to surge in unison as her
attacker's member became fully inserted into her vagina.
As she swayed and thrust, she looked across and watched as
her younger sister squealed and gyrated frantically from her
penetration. The teen's head thrashed about wildly, spraying her
long brunette hair about as she bucked and surged under her
assailant.
Both women were now moaning and screaming under their gags
as they writhed and struggled under the two rapists. The
attackers added to the heroines' agony by grabbing and viciously
massaging their huge breasts. Like wild animals, they sucked and
squeezed the women's tits, milking them in an uncontrollable
frenzy of passion.
The maddening gang rape continued for several minutes as
each man began to build toward certain triumph. Then, Diana's
attacker grabbed her buttocks hard as he began thrusting faster
and faster into her. Diana knew defeat was near and the panic
stricken amazon thrashed about wildly in desperation.
"Nature at vork." demonstrated the countess. "They are
incredible." The audience, however, ignored the woman's prattlings
as they gazed in utter amazement at the erotic spectacle before
them.
Then, the unthinkable started to build as the two men began
pumping faster and faster. The two bucking women screamed louder
and more feverishly as the end grew near. Growing tighter
themselves, both Dru and Diana began to seize, gasping and
whining short breathes of protest as they tried in vain to force
their attackers off of them. Their moans and grunts were
complicating the situation, however, as hearing the erotic sounds
of the other woman's rape sent chills of sensation through each
of them.
Diana's mate then reached up and under her, grabbing her
shoulders hard as he pushed deeper into her. The man grew tighter
and tighter and he pulled harder and harder as he swelled with
tension. Diana rolled her head back and squeezed her thighs
together in panic as she neared climax. Then with one last
massive thrust, Diana screamed uncontrollably as her attacker
exploded wildly inside her, ejaculating his fertile seed into her
defenseless and unprotected womb.
Drucella cried out with the same scream of defeat as her
attacker came inside her. Both women then slumped down in
exhaustion, moaning slowly as the men continued to pump away.
"That's it my children," the countess said coldly as she
walked between the two tables and stroked both the males' plump,
muscular, pumping buttocks with her hands, "finish depositing
every precious drop. Finish them for GOOD! Sire the master race!"
After several moments of long, deep thrusts, the two men got
up, dropping the two defeated heroines to the table and stood
back at attention, their firm erections glistening with the
remnants of their triumph.
"Good!" the countess said staring at their dripping members.
"Send in the next group." she ordered. The two men saluted and
then left.
"Next group?" asked the puzzled Colonel.
"Ya, this will take several attempts. Of course the whole
thing will be quite entertaining so sit back and enjoy." she
smiled.
Diana and Dru both stared at each other in horror at this
prospect and both avengers renewed their attempts at gaining
freedom. Their fiery spirits were soon doused as the next two men
mounted and penetrated them, sending them both into another
exhausting, spiraling, primal downfall. The gang rapes continued
relentlessly after that as both Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl were
forced to procreate with their attackers.
* * *
Diana's body hit the stone floor hard as she was tossed into
the cold, damp cell. Her battered and bruised body ached as she
lay dazed and stunned on the floor. Dru's slack body came
crashing down on top of her as the teen followed her sister.
Diana's hands were firmly tied behind her back with several
straps of leather. Straps bound her wrists and elbows together
and several straps around her bare shoulders prevented her from
moving her arms. Her sore legs were tied tightly together with
several lengths that wrapped around both limbs like twine wrapped
around a spool. She was still gagged with the leather gag and
mouth piece she was fitted with in the lab. Her sister lay
helpless and prone in the same way, completely bound and gagged.
Both women moaned with exhaustion as they lay slightly
shifting about on the floor. It had been several hours since the
rapes began and Diana surmised that they had gone through every
one of the countess's "perfect specimens". The streams of dried
cum now stained the insides of her full, tan thighs as she lay
fucked and beaten.
"They're not going to stop." Diana thought testing her bonds.
"I must get free of this hell before they do succeed in
impregnating us."
As she thought in horror at her predicament, the previously
transpired events' draining experience forced her to fall into a
deep, heavy sleep and both women lay unconscious on the dark
cell floor.
Part 9
"BAMMM"
The door burst open forcing Wonder Girl and Wonder Woman to
wake with a start. Inga and Gretchen rushed in and brutally picked
the two women up, untying their legs and carrying them carelessly
out of the cell and back toward the lab. Each girl knew their fate
and they began to twist about as they neared the room. The two
struggling heroines were brought into the lab and stood in front
of the countess.
The countess stood fuming, her arms crossed in front of her
and her foot taping on the floor. She then waved at Inga. Inga
untied and removed Diana's gag.
"What ze HELL is going on!" screamed the countess as she
grabbed Diana's hair and yanked her head toward her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" asked Diana coyly batting her
eyes like an innocent southern girl.
"How dare YOU!" screamed the Nazi as she slapped Diana's
face and pushed her back into Inga's arms. "You are supposed to
be PREGNANT! My men fucked you both enough times to make any
woman pregnant. There's no way either of you could have avoided
this. I want to know what's going on? What's the SECRET!"
"Go to hell WITCH!" Diana said angrily spitting at the
countess and taunting her with a patronizing grin.
Dru stared at her sister in utter shock. "What are you doing
Diana! Don't piss her off or she'll try and mate us with some
farm animals or something" Dru thought shooting Diana a "shut up"
gaze.
"You're an IDIOT and I'll NEVER tell you "the secret"."
Diana continued defiantly, knowing what the countess's next move
would be.
"We'll see about that." she said as she stomped way. She
crossed the room and knelt in front of a blocky, steel safe which
she frantically dialed. Soon she whipped open the heavy, metal
door and pulled out what Diana was hoping for, her belt.
"This will make you talk like it did before." she screamed
as she yanked the golden lasso off the belt and threw the belt
like an angry child onto one of the lab tables.
"I'm going to use this to mess you up real good Wonder
Woman!" the countess hissed as she held up the loop and brought
it toward Diana. "You've humiliated me in front of my superiors
and you're going to pay!"
"I'm going to make you do things you never thought poss..."
But before the countess could finish her sentence, Diana's
muscular leg shot out and her bare foot connected square with the
countess's chin, sending the woman back hard and to the floor.
Inga, startled by the amazon's amazing constitution, was
caught completely off guard as Diana jumped backward plowing her
body into the dominatrix and sending her back against a bookcase.
Gretchen, seeing this, started toward the feisty avenger but
fell flat as Dru stuck her foot out, tripping the tall red head.
Dru then piled on top of the girl and began bouncing up and down
on her back, slamming her hard against the floor.
Diana made a bee line for the belt was caught short as the
countess plowed into her with a diving tackle. Both women went to
the floor but the countess was triumphant seeing how Diana's arms
and hands were still firmly bound behind her back. The countess
sat on top of the struggling heroine, her face bleeding from the
brutal kick.
"You're really going to pay this time BITCH!" the countess
screamed as she again raised the lasso and brought it toward
Diana. "I'm going to find out where you came from and I'm going
to do the same things to them that I've done to you."
"NNNOOOOOOO!" Diana screamed as she tried to push the witch
off of her.
Inga started toward the countess to help her. As she ran
across the room, Dru shoved her legs out and tripped the big
breasted nymph, sending her staggering toward the two women on
the floor. Inga slammed into the countess and tumbled over her,
causing the dominatrix to reach out to grab something for
support. Her hand connected with the edge of the table but her
weight toppled it, causing its contents to catapult through
the air.
The countess and Inga both looked up in shock as Diana's
belt soared straight up and came down with a slight "whap" on
Diana's chest. Diana, grinning with triumph, began to swell as
she pulled against her bonds. Like a string of lights bursting,
the straps popped off her arms and flopped to the floor. Then
with her free hand, she grabbed the belt and slipped it on.
"Get HER!" screamed the countess as all the women rushed the
now free Wonder Woman. The lab assistant was the first to reach
the heroine and was the first to go sailing across the room as
Diana easily flung her like a discarded Kleenex.
Gretchen and Inga became very intimate for a brief moment as
Diana slammed them together into a dominatrix sandwich and then
flung them apart, slamming both dazed nymphs against opposing
walls.
"GUAR..." screamed the countess but Wonder Woman's super
strong hand came clamping down over her mouth.
"Now we'll see who pays." said Wonder Woman as she stared
ominously into the countess's eyes. Holding the Nazi firmly with
one hand, Diana reached down and tore her sisters bonds, freeing
the plucky teen.
"Get some of that anesthetic." Diana ordered. "We've got a
little work to do."
The countess began to scream in horror under Diana's hand as
Dru picked up the chloroform bottle and began putting Inga,
Gretchen and the assistant to sleep.
"Before I put you to sleep, I thought I'd let you in on our
little secret." Diana said, pouring the bottle's contents into a
rag. "You see, we amazons have very slow metabolisms which allows
us to live extremely long lives. It also causes us to ovulate
only once every twelve years as opposed to every month for you."
she explained.
"Yeah, and when WE'RE on the rag, WATCH OUT!" added Dru with
a childish smile.
"Nighty night." said Diana as the sickly sweat cotton wad
clamped down over the countess's face.
* * *
"All done" bragged Wonder Girl with a gleaming smile as she
wiped her hands and walked into the lab.
"Did you do what I told to with those two?" asked Diana as
she slipped on the last of her costume.
"Oh yeah and they'll be really surprised when they wake up."
replied Dru with a prankster's grin.
* * *
Inga moaned softly as the chloroform wore off. As she began
to move, she found that she was both bound and gagged and tied to
a lab table. Not only that, she was stripped completely naked and
a cloth bag was tied over her head, completely obscuring her
face. Only two small eye holes allowed her to see out. Looking
about, she saw her cohort Gretchen reviving on a table next to
her in the same condition.
Both women jerked and twisted as they tried to free
themselves. As the writhed about, Inga noticed a note taped to
her bare chest. Examining it for a moment and trying to decipher
the upside down writing, Inga began to scream in horror.
"My children. Here are two new specimens.
My orders are to impregnate them.
The Countess"
Just as Inga finished reading, two of the Aryans walked
into the room and immediately began mounting the two dominatrix.
Both women screamed uncontrollably as the two men penetrated them
and each couple bucked and thrust about as the impregnation
continued. With a final, brutal thrust, both men finished and the
next pair took their place. The women screamed and cried in
agony, knowing the horrid fate that awaited both of them.
* * *
"And what about that bothersome lab assistant? What did you
do with her." asked Diana.
* * *
The young blonde screamed as a new vibrator pushed its way
deep inside her and sent her reeling with pain and sensation. As
the machine pumped its dildo into her, another vibrator lunged
forward and plunged itself into her tight, clenched anus, parting
it wide open. The naked, gagged and banged lab assistant squirmed
helplessly in the cold darkness as the insidious machine exacted
climax after climax from her.
* * *
"Now you have to tell me what you did with that countess
woman?" Dru asked eagerly as the two amazons slipped through the
castle's hallways and out into the early morning fog.
"I simply introduced her to an old friend of mine." Diana
said with a smirk as she started telepathically summoning her
invisible jet.
* * *
The drug's effects lifted and the countess slowly raised her
hand to her head and let out a low moan. "Wha.. where am I?" she
asked as she clenched her naked body and stared around the dank,
brown cave.
Suddenly, with a eerie whipping sound, several tendrils shot
out from the pod and they enveloped the shock and confused mistress.
"Dear GOD NO!!" she screamed as the pod pulled the twisting
countess across the dirt floor and into its gaping maw.
The tentacles wrapped themselves hard and tight around
everyone of her flailing limbs and bound her into a submissive,
ready position as she slid inside the creature.
"NO! Not this!" she screamed as it enveloped her. Like Diana
had explained, the amazon had a slower metabolism and so she was
relatively safe from the creature but, the countess knew she was
a normal female and this meant the plant would succeed.
The proboscises entered her hard and brutally as she was
forcefully raped by the insidious plant. The silhouette of her
twisting, struggling form being penetrated illuminated from the
glowing pod as the plant's seeds were deposited and the countess
was inseminated. The now pregnant woman wiggled about helplessly
in the sack as the unholy union of plant and mammal continued
undisturbed.
After what seemed like hours, the dark hared woman came
spewing out, her body dripping wet with cum and lubricant. She
lay moaning and wincing as her 9 month, swelled abdomen surged
and bulged from the alien embryo moving about inside her.
"I'll get you for this Wonder Woman" the countess screamed
in agony. "You'll PAY!!!!!"
* * *
"I love IT!" laughed Dru as both women climbed into the
plane. "I wonder if its going to be a boy or a girl." she asked
jokingly. Both women broke out in laughter as the jet soared off
into the sunrise.
END