Subject: Domination of WW 2A Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl and any other characters from the Wonder Woman story line are copyrighted by DC comics. Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental. This story is written solely for entertainment purposes and cannot be used or redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit. WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!! This story and its material are based on the Wonder Woman TV series that aired in the '80s. It is simply one of my fantasy episodes. Again, this story contains material of a dark nature. If you are offended, do not flame me, just simply ignore this posting. * PROLOGUE * This story starts off where the previous story "The Domination of Wonder Woman" ends. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl have been captured by the Nazis and taken as prisoners to Germany. The previous story explains their capture. Part 1 of 9. * * * 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." End of Part 1 Part 2 of 9. * * * 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. End of Part 2.