"There must be some mistake, officer," Wonder Woman said. "I can't understand why you have a warrant for my arrest."
"I'm not sure if I understand it myself, Ma'am, but the army just faxed us information and yes, it says that you're wanted. They said you're dangerous, but like as not to follow the law. So please, just do as you're told, and there'll be no trouble. Now stand against the wall, two feet away, with your hands up, palms facing the wall."
"Is this really needed, officer?"
"Yes, Wonder Woman, it's needed. There. We just have to make sure you're not concealing a weapon..."
"Oooh!" The man's hands went up her golden girdle, down her hips, and up again to press lightly over her magnificently overfull globes. "Officer, that can hardly be necessary!"
"I'm sorry, Wonder Woman, I'm just doing my job, now please give me your wrists..."
"Officer, I can't do that, if my magic bracelets..." Wonder Woman did not have time to finish her sentence before the man grabbed her wrists behind her and handcuffed them. She could have easily prevented him from doing this, but he was a police officer, and she respected the law, and especially the justice of the laws followed by the United States of America. But all her magic powers were useless until those handcuffs came off.
"Now officer, maybe you can explain this?" she said and he resumed frisking her; he was getting bolder now, even running his hands over her bare thighs.
"Wonder Woman, you are under arrest for the charge of Treason. The Miranda act requires that I tell you that you have the right to an attorney..." the policeman said, while pressing against her so she could feel his hard penis against the crack of her ass. His hands on her breasts pulled her still closer to him.
"Now turn around," the policeman said, breathing with difficulty. He removed his nightstick and thought of what he could do to her luscious, soft, voluptuous body.
"Officer, what you are doing is illegal, this is police brutality, and sexual harassment," Wonder Woman said coldly, turning around to face the officer. His hands on her ass pulled her closer to him, mashing her breasts against him. He sighed, thinking both of the trouble he could get into, and of the pleasure he could have with Wonder Woman.
"OK, Wonder Woman, into the car," he said, knowing he'd regret this decision. He wanted to smack her breasts with the nightstick, and to rub against her long smooth thighs. But it wasn't to be. Those army folks were sticklers for protocol, and they'd never let him get away with it.
"Good evening, Wonder Woman, I'm the judge who will be presiding over your trial," said a dumpy-looking man. "I was wondering if I might have a word or two with you?"
Wonder Woman was in a holding cell. It was furnished nicely enough, and she'd been served a tasty, warm meal. She still had her dignity, though she was handcuffed, and thus without her magic powers. "Certainly, ask ahead," she said, smiling slightly. She expected that he'd ask her for an autograph; superheroes were very popular.
"Are you a virgin, Wonder Woman?" the man said.
"What kind of question is that?" she said contemptuously. "Please, you're no better than that police officer!"
"And probably a great deal worse," the man said evilly. "Now I asked you a question, and you are going to answer me!" He removed her magic lasso and held it about her midsection.
"Yes, yes I am a virgin. As an Amazon, I am a thousand years old, but my body has only aged like that of a 20 year old. From our history, we do not consider men fit and worthy of our company, and I have never let a man touch me," Wonder Woman said proudly, and then thought of the policeman frisking her, and blushed.
"Well, we all want to fuck your brains out, so let's put an end to this virginity crap at once!" the man said, smiling. He took a pair of scissors and cut a hole in her costume at her crotch, removing a blue-and-white bit of fabric. Her pussy was completely hairless. He smiled and pulled off one of her long red boots.
"What are you doing?" Wonder Woman said, "Stop, you can't rape me, my body is sacred!"
"Bullshit, bitch! I'm gonna open you up so we call all have a few good fucks with you!" And he took her own boot and fucked her with the heel, stabbing at her cunt. She yelped. Then he pushed the whole toe in, building the pressure steadily, and soon the whole foot and ankle of the boot were up her cunt, and blood covered the chair.
Wonder Woman looked at the man, feeling infinitely hurt and violated. He was very happy to see her this way, and jerked off until he sprayed semen all over her face.
The tall brunette wasn't about to leave the chair. Not only did the ropes about her ankles, midsection, and arms (pulled behind her back) bind her to the chair, but she seemed worn and weary. Now and again, she had that familiar feeling of righteousness, and her blue eyes became watery as she thought of her mistreatment.
Again, the angry male voices at the front of the room accused her.
"So you admit then, that you are NOT Diana Prince, that when you became an Army secretary, you presented falsified documents, you intervened in your background checks, that you are in fact, a foreign national... And furthermore, by Proposition 187, your rights, as an illegal alien, are severely restricted..."
The voice continued. Wonder Woman, tied to the chair in the center of the room, was dressed in her usual costume of red/white/blue/yellow tights. Her captors kept her in constant pain throughout this farcical military tribunal, and although her hope that the pain would diminish in time seemed to be coming true, it was happening far too slowly. Wonder Woman felt the heat of the lights turned to her, and sobbed, while at the same time seething.
"Yes, I admit... yes, it's true... but I'm doing it to HELP you, I want to HELP America, can't you see that?" The woman stifled a sob, but felt an uncontrollable rage towards male aggression and pig-headedness, towards this trial in particular.
At this, the prosecutor looked to the judge, who nodded. The prosecutor took a jar of salt water, and poured it in Wonder Woman's lap. Her costume at her wide hips was blue, checkered with white stars; but at the crotch it was cut away to reveal her shaved cunt, bruised and red from abuse and rape. Through the crusted candle wax about her cunt snaked a wire, its frayed ends digging into her cunt-hole and wrapping around the metal clit clamp which had been re-tightened by the judge himself during the last recess.
There was no danger of electrocution as the prosecutor plugged the wire into the wall socket. Wonder Woman was an Amazon, the princess of the Amazons, blessed by Aphrodite and Minerva. Wave after wave of pain passed through her strong but vulnerable body, her dazzling brashness ebbing as she tried to plead while her body twitched. The chair vibrated with her struggle, and soon in fact it had tipped over. The audience, their erect members all pointing at the thrashing woman, hoping to do her violence themselves, was too transfixed by the scene to set the chair upright again. The judge snapped a few photographs with an instant camera.
Over her screams, the judge directed the record-keeper to keep Wonder Woman's admission of guilt, but to strike the rest of her statement from the official record.
"And now I'd like to call our star witness," the prosecutor said.
Steve Trevor entered the room and looked triumphantly at his former secretary moaning softly. "This is MUCH better than Tailhook!" he said.
The trial ended late in the night. They had "persuaded" Wonder Woman to reveal that she was from Paradise Island, home of many similar Amazon women. Of course, her prosecutors knew of this all along, and she was aware they knew this. Their victory in getting her to reveal her origin was only a prelude to the task of making her tell them where it was.
The ropes binding the exhausted woman were cut. As Steve Trevor fixed a tight metal collar about her neck, Wonder Woman felt betrayed as if he'd stabbed a knife in her heart, but also a tremor of excitement. This was, after all, the man so good that he convinced her sisters on Paradise Island that there was now enough goodness in the male of the species to allow her to venture into their world... Her humiliation at the hands of those she considered "good" hurt her deeply, and she couldn't turn her reddened eyes to face the angry man who was now attaching a chain to her collar. Maybe there WAS something deeply wrong about posing as an American army secretary?
The judge, a squat middle-aged man who had earned his position through the "old-boy network" (he had been a friend of Aldrich Ames) spoke to the prisoner: "You will now thank the judge for his time, and kiss his feet."
Wonder Woman stared defiantly at the man and said, "When I'm free, little man, I hope I'll show you fairness and mercy, but I'm afraid proper justice wouldn't be kind in your case!"
Steve Trevor angrily dragged down at the chain about Wonder Woman's neck. She stumbled to the ground, her face at the judge's feet. Soldiers behind her lashed whips at her back (which her costume left bare), and at the backs of her long, creamy thighs. She tried to stand, but her legs trashed involuntarily, and Trevor pulled her neck down with his strong arms.
Her lips were mashed against one of the judge's boots. The judge's other foot withdrew and returned in a swift kick to the woman's dangling breasts. Wonder Woman's red lips, as red as her red pearl earrings, parted in a gasp of pain and surprise. She tried in vain to double up, to rub her tit to assuage the pain.
"I want to fuck the bitch!" the judge shouted, and the soldiers fell into line. They parted her long, gently curved legs (with a certain amount of groping), and tied them to far apart pieces of furniture--too far apart for a normal woman to endure. The judge pushed her face down to the dirt by stepping on her tiara-encircled head of jet-black hair. As the judge undressed, his pants and underpants fell about her face.
He prepared to mount her from behind. Drooling on her whip-reddened back, he snapped away the clit-clamp and ripped out the wires and wax covering her pussy. "Aaaaaagh! No, no, no, oh please, let me...!" the tortured Amazon babbled, trying desperately to jiggle her thighs or bring down her chained hands to diminish the pain between her legs.
The judge hardly had to thrust at her at all--she was buckling madly from pain. But his lust was stoked by anger towards her, and he rammed her over and over, biting at her shoulders and twisting her breasts of heavenly smoothness. As he felt the soft breasts of this proud woman give way and surrender to his touch, he came inside her, spraying her with semen. "Fuck you, fuck you, whore-bitch, I've, I've I've got you you bitch-dog-whore, with your big soft titties I've got you, you're mine! So fuck you!"
Wonder Woman walked docilely before Steve Trevor. As always, he admired those long, sleek legs, the wide, swaying hips... And now, as never before, he had control of this woman, who over and over had brought to justice criminals HE was after, who time after time had cost him promotion. Of course, he THOUGHT she'd been helping him, but she'd only been stealing his secrets as his secretary, and then stealing his glory as Wonder Woman... No more Nice Guy, Trevor thought as he anticipated what he'd do to her when they reached her cell--this time, he'd satisfy his lust AND get his revenge!
The bitch's cell was covered with thick iron bars, a dark room with concrete walls. A storage closet out of reach of the bars contained devices for her bondage and torture.
"Steve, I don't know why you're doing this... Have they brainwashed you? Steve, you have to help me out of here..."
"No way, not this time, Wonder Woman. I know a good fuck when I see one. You're so proud and good and soft--wow, I can't wait to rape you and crush you!" Trevor said, adjusting his hat, and in spite of herself Wonder Woman felt a wetness between her thighs.
Trevor pulled up at the shackles binding her wrists behind her back, and fixed them to a hook high in the wall. He attached her neck chain to the ceiling, wrapped her magic lasso about her waist, and went to the storage closet to bring in some boxes.
After verifying he had the right torture items, Trevor grabbed one end of his captive's magic yellow lasso, and compelled her to answer his questions truthfully.
"Well, wonder-bitch, I've always wanted to know your bust measurement. No lies now! How big are those nice tits of yours?"
Wonder Woman was surprised--she knew she was sexy as hell, and had always hoped Steve was attracted to her. Yes, he certainly seemed attracted to her now--though not in a nice way--but why was he bothering with her measurements instead of her body itself? "It's 38, Steve--38 D."
Steve whistled. "That's nice. I guessed only 36 D. So this new bra I have for you might be a little tight--though if you were 32 B it might almost be comfortable!" And with that, Steve Trevor pulled down at the eagle decorations covering her breasts, and his heart almost skipped a beat to see such perfection. Her tits were so perfect, they were a paradox: so firm, but so soft and giving; so ample, but defying gravity by thrusting out to him, almost asking to be hurt. The large aureoles and perky nipples would obviously be sensitive to his not-so-gentle touch.
Steve pulled down on her, so that her arms, pulled painfully behind her and supporting her weight, ached--and her breasts bounced and shimmied for him. He smiled.
"I'm enjoying this, Wonder Woman," he said, and removed from a box a shiny metal bra, made of barbed wire. "I call this the Wonder-bra," Steve laughed, and twisted and squeezed her titties and rubbed the bra against them to try to force them into the torture device. In spite of what she'd been through already, this assault was almost too much for the Amazon princess to take. She twisted and screamed, "Aaaugh, Steve, no, please, you can't understand, it hurts so much, no just... no longer, take it off, I can't... can't.. ah, oooh, you're hurting me Steve! Ow, oh, ow ow, no, please, no!"
Steve was thrusting his erect penis at her thighs as he finally captured her tits for torture. Her twisting legs could no longer prevent him from finding his target, however, and soon his 9 inch penis was sliding in and out of her wet, abused pussy. "Take this dick-tation, Diana Prince!" Steve shouted. As she began a new round of screams, Steve crushed her soft body with his, as if he were punching a loaf of Wonderbread, and shot his load into her pussy. She came a fraction of a second later, then gazed into his eyes in fear, defiance, submission, and confusion.
Trevor sighed and zipped up his pants. He shoved a cactus up her cunt, and another up her asshole.
"Good night, bitch," he said, turning out the light and locking the cell door.
Wonder Woman hung, defeated, in a dungeon cell. The man she most admired had just tortured her and raped her, and left her for the night with sharp objects biting at all the most sensitive parts of her body. She moaned in self-pity, and thought of her mother the Queen of the Amazons, of the Goddesses Minerva and Aphrodite who had blessed her at her birth.
She took a deep breath, and tried to calm her mind in spite of the pain. She couldn't. But then by random fumbling, she found the end of her magic lasso, which Steve Trevor had tied about her. She could just reach the end with one of her manacled hands, and a thought occurred to her. The lasso allowed whoever held it to control the mind of whoever it tied... so she could regain control over her own mind!
It was a modest start, but her pain washed away at the self-command. She still hung in bondage.
Impervious to pain, however, she found she was able to pull a hand out of the chain about her wrists... She brought the hand to her face, and could feel the blood and the raw skin the chain had scraped. However, with her magic bracelets no longer covered, she had her magic powers restored. She easily tore off the torturing bra and slowly, carefully, removed the cactii from her nether holes. She removed her tiara and wrapped her bleeding hand with it.
She could stand only with difficulty at first, but knew where she had to go: to the "judge's quarters! Fortunately, as Diana Prince, secretary to Steve Trevor, she knew where he was likely to be staying in the base. She bent the bars to her cell and triumphantly pranced down the dark corridors, up staircases, and found herself outside the room.
She could smell booze, and she could hear a man snoring. She burst the door down, and put her hands on her hips. There, in a plush room, the judge was sleeping naked. "Holy shit!" he said, "What are you doing here? Down on your knees, bitch, before I whip you!"
"You'll do no such thing, you pathetic weakling! I'm going to show you justice now!" Wonder Woman said in a confident voice. The man stood up and faced her. He was only about 5'5" and covered with blubbery fat; she stood 5'11" without heels. "You RAPED me with that pathetic thing!" she said, looking contemptuously at his naked crotch. "I don't think you should have the right to keep it."
The man looked about and tried to dash through the door, but her strong arms blocked him, and she kneed him in the balls. Her long legs would have provided powerful leverage even without her magic charms. He moaned and crawled along the ground as she whipped at him with her magic lasso. As he tried to hide under the bed, to crawl to the window, or reach the other door she circled him like a hungry shark, and--when she was in position--kicked him viciously in the crotch, the toe of her red boot crushing a testicle. He turned belly up, screaming his head off, as she fell on top of him, smothering his face with her breasts. "Apologize to me!" she shouted at him, "Worship me, I'm your goddess, I hold your worthless privates in my hand, and I'm ready to crush them!" He stammered, then praised her, worshipped her, whimpered his worthlessness to her, as she squeezed his crotch and spat in his face.
"Please, no, don't hurt me!" the man whined, "What do you want from me? I'll do anything, anything!" He covered her boots with kisses.
Wonder Woman looked through the weakling's personal belongings. She found the camera he'd used to take pictures of her during her "trial", and several pictures of her face, twisted in pain, as her crotch received electric shocks. Fuming, she ripped the cord from a lamp in the room, took the instant camera, and approached the "judge" with a wide smile that would make the devil proud.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me? I'm afraid, please don't shock me," the man said.
"Shut up, idiot," the woman said, swaggering over to him. She wrapped the bare wire around his balls and penis, and carelessly stuck the end in his urethra. "Smile!" she said, plugging in his cock and balls, and snapped picture after picture of the "judge" going wild in pain. She stood close to him, getting some shots of him writhing beneath her long, beautiful legs. Then she removed the plug from the wall socket, sighed, and taped together the pictures into a collar, which she placed about the naked man's neck. "Much better!" she said perkily.
Wonder Woman sat in an easy-chair, and the judge looked up at her pleadingly. She whipped him with her lasso. "How does it feel to be at the feet of a beautiful woman who wants to squeeze the last bit of frustration from you before tossing you in a dumpster? DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she shouted, and kicked him in the face. "That's better," she said, as he began kissing her feet again, his tears wetting the long red boots.
"I wonder," she said in an amused philosophical tone, "Whether it was a twist of fate or a freak of nature that allowed you to have sex with Me? No matter. What are you doing there? Did I say you could breathe?" With that, Wonder Woman clamped up on the dazzled man's jaw and pinched his nostrils shut. "Speak to me when I talk to you, did I say you could breathe? Ha ha ha! I said, DON'T LOOK AT ME! There, now play with yourself. I'll know when you're about to come. That'll be a good time to rid you of your pretense of manhood."
As the man jerked off, Wonder Woman rubbed her silken thighs against his downcast face, then smothered him again with her heavenly cleavage. She licked at his ears and whispered, "Oh, does the widdle widdle man want Wonder Woman? Huh, dowz he?" Then when he was about to climax, she wrapped her lasso around him, and ordered him to stop. He was so close, it seemed physiologically impossible not to come, but under the lasso's control, no semen spurt out. The man couldn't talk, he was so frustratingly close to the edge!
"UP! STAND UP! RUN INTO THE WALL!" Wonder Woman shouted, her lasso still wrapped around him controlling his will. The man ran at the wall, his erect pecker slamming into it straight on. He fell down, closed his eyes, and whined like a baby.
"That's very nice, worm!" Wonder Woman said, exulting in her power, "Not nice enough though, here goes nothing--ha ha!" And the judge was no longer a man--bloody parts of his penis stuck under Wonder Woman's red nails.
Before the eunuch bled to death she kicked him to his knees and rode on his back like a horse, her powerful long thighs pressing against his bare shoulders. Her red heels dug into his side painfully. She led him about the room, shouting for him to speed up, until his head banged into a wall. She laughed.
"Well, you've ALMOST outlived your usefulness," the heroine teased, "You know, you never let me go to the bathroom in my captivity!" And she positioned the man's pain-twisted face between her legs, and he felt her warm thighs on his rapidly cooling skin. "OPEN THAT MOUTH, USE THAT TONGUE, YOU'RE GOOD FOR NOTHING ELSE NOW!" Wonder Woman shouted, and pissed into the judge's gasping mouth until he drowned. His last sight was of her immensely superior smile as she held up the remains of his balls and penis.
Wonder Woman knew she'd made a mistake seeking revenge instead of trying to escape. But she had been in such pain...!
Now she looked up from the bloody corpse of the judge and saw men in riot gear entering the room, in gas masks, carrying whips and stun-guns. Steve Trevor was easily distinguished, though he too wore a gas mask.
Wonder Woman, her powers restored, looked at him and wasn't sure whether she felt the same hatred for him that she felt for the judge. There was still something about him... And it even turned her on when he had tortured her. A part of her still... loved him? But she was now the strong one--anything else was a fiction: Wonder Woman was stronger than Steve Trevor!
"OK, Wonder Woman, let's have your wrists!" Trevor said, holding out a new pair of manacles. The soldiers stood ready, a bit nervous for their safety after looking about the bloody room.
The Amazon quickly looked about, judged the situation, and without a word began to force her way out the door she'd come in. A high kick to a gun-carrying soldier broke his jaw, and as he went down, another took his position. Most of these soldiers had not yet seen the prisoner, but had heard she was kept at the base. They now felt not only the adrenaline of combat, but they were all turned on to see this beautiful fighting machine, her taut bare legs flying through the air, her breasts brushing them as she decimated their ranks.
Soon she was at the door, but a more elite and better-armed group of soldiers was there, ready for her. Several bullwhips snapped at her thighs--stung, she jumped back. Behind her now, Steve Trevor himself led an attack--he and his soldiers jabbed stun-guns and electric cattle prods at whatever parts of her skin were exposed.
The room was noisy: above the cracks of the whips and buzzes of the prods were the grunts and celebrations of the men who were able to hit her (one soldier managed to whack her right between the legs, and high-fived his companions). Above this din were the treble cries of the woman surprised at the soldiers' sudden advantage.
Her best tactic was now to charge at the whip-wielders; they couldn't whip her if she were in their midst, for fear of hitting each other. As she did this, however, the soldiers all began releasing canisters of gas--they'd been expecting this! Now, with her in their midst, it was easy to subdue her. The gas made her woozy; she was afraid she'd soon pass out.
Wonder Woman dropped to her knees. The soldiers stood back, and Trevor stood behind her. His whip rained down at her ass and thighs, over and over. She could not protect herself, she was falling asleep, but it hurt, and she rolled about, trying unsuccessfully to avoid the blows.
When she awoke, Wonder Woman was entirely naked. Even her magic bracelets were gone! There was no way to remove them that she knew of, yet she was completely naked, her jet black hair the only contrast with her vulnerable curved flesh, kneeling on the ground.
She looked up and saw Steve Trevor. "God you're a nasty bitch!" he said, "Time to teach you a lesson! I'll give you pain more than you'd believe!" He wrapped a cord about her wrists, and suspended her so her feet dangled two feet above from the floor, in a corner of the room where the walls met at about a 45 degree angle. Her shoulders scrunched, and her long legs strained longer to find the ground.
He held her right breast, flicking his fingers across the nipple until it was hard. He kept his fingers just outside the nipple, and pushed her breast aside until it touched the wall. Then he took a large steel bolt, pressed it to her flesh, and hammered it against the wall.
"No, Steve, oh, ah, it's, oh, oh, ah!! AAAAaaaahh! I, I, I,
He nailed the other breast, and blood trickled down from either tit onto her thighs. The breasts were painfully stretched and secured to the walls on either side.
He savored the scene before him. She continued to babble incoherently. "Steve... oh pain pain oh no Steve, oh, I'm hurting, please Steve, I'll bring you there, to Paradise Island, you're a good man Steve, you've won, Ooooh, please please oooh..." He had one more metal bolt and showed it to her; the bitch's clear blue eyes looked in fear. He brought his fingers to her pussy, which was sopping wet, and stretched her pussy lips so they touched the corner where the walls met. WHACK! Her pussy was now nailed to the wall!
Steve cut the cord that bound her arms, so she was no longer suspended from the ceiling, but merely nailed to the wall, by her tits and by her cunt. He muffled her screams by shoving her long black hair into her mouth; he tied it into a gag.
As a little foreplay, he mashed the hammer at her breasts, over and over, bruising the flesh severely. She squirmed, only succeeding in hurting herself more. Wonder Woman tried to block the blows with her hands--Trevor had left these free on purpose, it turned him on to overcome her resistance.
He jumped at her, and pulled down at her as he drove his prick into her and pulled her nipples until they were grotesque distorted pain-nibs, he slapped at her thighs and punched vigorously at her horribly stretched tits. She twisted her head back and forth as sweat covered her defeated body. Her hair-gag was falling out, and strands of sweat-drenched hair fell about her face.
"You win you win you win, I surrender, I'm yours Steve, oh, no, don't pull my---oh oh oh oh no, your hands take them out oh Steve you're... I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll take you, oh Nooooooo!!!" she screamed as they both climaxed.
He branded her thigh with the word "Bitch" and let a few dozen other soldiers line up to fuck her.
The gang-bang was over. The naked Amazon hung limply from the wall, nailed by her tits and pussy. The dried, crusted semen of the dozens of soldiers who raped her clung to her face, matted her hair, and covered her thighs.
Steve Trevor was in front of her with a hammer again, and she tried to scream. But this time he put down the hammer to bind her wrists to the rope from the ceiling; then he removed the nails. He released her wrists from the cord suspending her, and let her fall to the ground in the corner.
Soon cool hose-water splashed over her prone, defeated body, and washed away some of the blood and semen. More came off as Trevor scrubbed her naked, unresisting flesh.
He rubbed her with a towel, then massaged an ointment into her thighs and belly. Her tortured, pierced breasts still had their magic perfection, and he lingered on these, and made sure the ointment covered her nipples, and the sores where the nails had been. He left a glop of the stuff between her legs, and she moaned softly, still sore.
A military doctor examined her briefly, and gave her a few shots. Trevor fed her some gruel from a spoon, then tied her magic lasso about her slender waist.
"You've won," Wonder Woman said to Steve Trevor, and hung her head.
"Of course I have," Trevor said, "And if you get uppity again, I'll slam you right back down again, you bitch!"
A small cage on wheels was brought into the room. "Get in," Trevor said to Wonder Woman. Painfully, she crawled in. There wasn't enough room to stand up, but she could lie down or squat.
The cage was rolled through the corridors of the base, until, for the first time in--how long she couldn't guess--Wonder Woman was led outdoors. On the patio were several helicopters, and squadrons of soldiers.
A general was speaking: "As you may know, the Administration has for some time
now been trying to work out a tits-for-hostages deal with the Sultan Bruno
the Brutal' Brunei. Now it seems we may be able to secure the women he wants in exchange for the hostages--from the very same Paradise
Island' that our prisoner, Wonder Woman, calls home.
"Commencing at 22:00, we will launch a submarine to this island, equipped with the weapons and technology to subdue the natives. Wonder Woman herself will be aboard, to help us find the secret island and to help us deceive the Amazons. Furthermore, it may have great psychological impact on these bitches if they see what we've done to their princess!"
The soldiers were in fine spirits; many of them had fucked the woman last night, and a lucky couple-dozen would be on the submarine, where no doubt they could fuck her some more (and maybe even some of the other Amazons!)
The cage was brought onto a helicopter, and at a secret sea-side location, Wonder Woman was loaded into the submarine.
She spent the trip in Steve Trevor's headquarters. Still denied her costume, Wonder Woman was considered Steve's property; he sometimes walked her down the sub corridors, to give her some exercise, but for the first few days, did not allow her to be fucked, beaten, or tortured. She was still recovering from wounds and trauma that would have killed other women. Trevor massaged her, bathed her, and rubbed special healing herbs and flower essences on her naked body. She still ate gruel, fed to her in a dog-bowl, but she did not, and could not, complain. She felt kept and owned; she was too weary to act, and let Steve control her like a doll. Strictly speaking, she did not have much choice, with the magic lasso about her at all times, but her body and spirit had been so thoroughly beaten that the magic mind-control did not matter.
She called all men "Sir" or "Master" now, and would respond to "Slave", "Cunt", or, especially, "Bitch", since that was now branded on her thigh. She dropped to her knees in the presence of men, and kissed their feet. Soon Steve felt she was ready for heavier humiliation.
She was started on a new routine: every day she went to each soldier's bunk and asked if he'd like her to suck his dick. Then she provided transportation, too: there was a "bitch schedule" in the sub, and if a soldier waited at the proper "bitch stops", Wonder Woman would arrive, kneel, and let the man mount her like a horse. Some of the men used saddles, bridles, and spurs to drive her on as they rode her. They were particularly cruel because they resented the orders not to fuck her.
She was also the sub's cleaning-service, licking crusted urine from the toilet rims, and licking the floors clean.
"Bitch!" Trevor shouted at her one day.
"Yes, Master?"
"Put this in your cunt, and hurry up," Trevor said, giving her some kind of dildo. There was a button on the bottom. After Wonder Woman had shoved it in, Trevor said, "This dildo is a cattle prod. From now on, you'll keep it up your cunt, and whenever a man says you haven't pleased him, you are ordered to press the button, shocking yourself, until further orders. Is that clear, bitch?"
"Yes, Master, it is clear. Thank you, Master."
"Now, I believe you're late for the bitch-run. Oh yes, fucking your asshole's no longer off limits. Here," Trevor said, and wrote "Fuck me," on her ass with a marker, and signed his initials of consent. "Now go," Trevor said.
A young soldier was waiting for her at the bitch-stop. He'd use the bitch service over and over, he'd become quite a regular. He came prepared with a bridle and spurs, and was ecstatic to hear the new developments. To punish her for being late, he had her press the cattle-prod button continuously while she carried him across the sub. Then he fucked her up the ass.
"Thank you, Master," she said to him sincerely, "I hope I've been a good bitch."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah--shut up, bitch, open your mouth--there, now clean off my cock!"
There have been a couple of Wonder Woman stories posted here, Capture of Wonder Woman and Domination of Wonder Woman. The 1st was based more on the comic book, and the 2nd was based more on the TV show--the 2nd seemed to promise more, but I was a bit disappointed. After all, Wonder Woman (especially as depicted by Lynda Carter) was probably the 1st object of my explicit sexual fantasies, especially the sadistic variety.
_ WARNING _
This is the most brutal episode Skip if you don't want to read No, seriously, this gets kind of sick! I can't believe I really wrote it! It's long, too. Lots of nasty torture of women.
The following contains descriptions of non-consensual sex, sadism, bondage, and torture. It is not for the squeamish, for those under 18 years old, and especially not for anyone who might be easily influenced to actually do something like what is described here! Not meant to demean women in any way, but only to play with subconscious images in a safe way. Have fun.
I believe Wonder Woman is copywrited by D.C. Comics.
Wonder Woman began to feel truly submissive towards men, a feeling that had often been with her, but that had only made her feel angry towards herself. Often when battling a criminal, she imagined her defeat with great clarity, but though it sometimes turned her on a bit, she fought against that feeling. Now she felt she had given herself over to the evil forces that wanted to hurt her.
One night she had a dream on the submarine, while sleeping with a collar about her neck and a ball and chain connected to a calf-cuff. In her dream, she watched as her Amazon sisters were chained and branded, dressed in dirty rags and striped prison uniforms, and were put through rigid discipline by a middle-eastern sheik and his muscular henchmen. The women advanced in a line, were measured, tagged, and examined. Hercules himself was there, lustily groping the women. Beside him was a hulking giant, with bristly black hair and a beard--he towered above the Amazons and frightened them as he cornered them and looked down into their eyes.
"This one's not Wonder Woman!" he said, tossing aside a slight woman with curly black hair. The woman almost choked on the collar about her neck, then returned, frightened, to the line.
And then Wonder Woman herself was carried in, suspended from a pole, tied by her hands and feet, like a hunted animal. "There she is!" the huge man shouted, and she felt afraid. The sheik's henchmen led her and the giant into a private room to the side of the hall, in what Wonder Woman surmised was the sheik's palace.
"I believe you know me from your dreams," the man said, as he untied Wonder Woman and let her stand, unsteadily, on her feet. She noticed she still wore her full uniform, including her magic girdle and magic bracelets. As soon as she stood steadily, Wonder Woman rushed at the man, preparing to punch him in the face.
He merely caught her fist with his palm. Calmly, he pushed down on her arm. She pushed with both arms, then dug in her heels and pushed up at the man with her whole body, but his single arm, thicker than her waist and bulging with muscles, was stronger. Wonder Woman gasped and whispered, "Who are you?"
The man laughed with such evil glee Wonder Woman's heart began to thump, and she felt she was in extreme danger. "I am Mars, the God of War, come to claim a pretty little Amazon flower!" Then he violently threw her against the wall. "I hear you are only a thousand years old--good, I like them young," he growled in a deep baritone. Wonder Woman's elbows ached, and she shrank into a corner, dreading his onslaught.
The blows rained down--blows stronger and more painfully accurate that those any machine could deliver--they walloped her breasts, crunched her belly (making her feel queasy), and shook her from side to side. The huge man tore off her crotch-covering, and shoved his fist up her hole, slamming it in several times. Wonder Woman squealed, but she was excited too--she admired the man's strength so much, she half-wanted him to defeat her.
Then he removed his loincloth, revealing not one, but two penises! He spread her long legs and bent them back over her shoulders, and his erect, 14-inch long members were poised to violate each of her holes at once..
"I'll be waiting for you after mortal men have had their fill of you," he said, "Then you'll be mine, back in this room forever, for eternity!" And with that, Wonder Woman woke up, back on the submarine bound for Paradise Island, back to the bitch-runs and Steve Trevor's humiliations.
Wonder Woman helped in the navigation room now and then, and soon Paradise Island appeared in the periscope. They had repaired Wonder Woman's costume and fashioned imitation bracelets, so that the Amazons would not suspect she'd been captured, tortured, and tamed. The "Bitch" brand was harder to cover-up, but makeup and camouflage specialists were able to do a passable job. At a distance, nobody would suspect anything, and up-close, one would have to know what to look for.
The cattle prod up her cunt also acted as a transmitter, and could be activated remotely in case she disobeyed orders. It was now affixed with a very strong glue to prevent its painless removal.
The sub surfaced at a safe distance from the island, and Wonder Woman was given a small raft. She rowed ashore unnoticed, and took a moment to sigh. A shock to her cunt made her get up and look about.
Nervous, she saw at a distance an old friend, a slender strawberry-blonde Amazon. Her friend embraced her enthusiastically and, surprised to see her, asked her all sorts of questions. Prepared for this, Wonder Woman said only that she was back for a short vacation from the world of evil men and oppressed women. She met several more of her compatriots, all gorgeous women dressed in flowing robes, and had similar conversations.
Then she saw her mother, Queen Hypolitia, a stunning, perfect blonde, and smiled. "Daughter, why are you back?" the Queen said in a melodious voice. "This is a pleasure I didn't expect."
"Mother, the outside world has merely worn me down on the outside. I need to refresh myself with the simple justice and beauty of our perfect island! Then I'll be ready to return, and reform the world!"
"Princess Diana, you are such an idealist! I'm glad to see the men on the outside have not corrupted you. You must always be careful that you have not been followed here... I still remember when Hercules came here and enslaved us all..." The Queen shuddered. "He was so strong and brutal! But to this day, we wear these bracelets to remind us of those days of slavery, days that must never come again!"
Wonder Woman was close to tears, remembering her dream, and how Hercules groped the chained, weeping women, but did not let her mother notice. "Please excuse me, I need some rest, Mother," she said. When she was certain she was not being watched, Wonder Woman went to the spring that was the source of the island's water, and dropped in several tablets she had hidden in her boots. She watched the tablets dissolve, and began a prayer that was interrupted with a shock to her cunt.
The next day, the soldiers stormed the island. The first Amazon they met was dancing naked in the morning light, playing at the oceanside. She had long brown hair, a perfect body, and a youthful look. She saw them, was shocked and angry, then stormed at them, ready to attack. However, the soldiers easily overpowered her--the tablets in the water had been designed to alter the women's metabolism, leaving them with less stamina. The men gang-raped her. They put clamps on her nipples, and forced her to carry their supplies by tying backpacks to her clamps.
They came upon a row of Amazons in metal helmets and armor, shooting arrows into male effigies. The soldiers rushed the Amazons, and easily subdued them. The armor was stripped from their bodies, and the soldiers took a sewing needle and sewed a tough fiber from one cunt to the other, lining up the new slaves for processing.
The island was soon filled with mewling and bawling, as a hundred gorgeous women with young attractive bodies were rounded up, raped, and bound painfully. One shortish, buxom blonde was treated rather roughly by a beserk soldier: after chaining her, he pulled and pulled at her nipple, having decided to take home an Amazon nipple as a souvenir. He was determined to remove it with his bare hands, and twisted and twisted and pulled at her tit. Her cries went unheeded for almost an hour, when the nipple finally fell off.
There was no shortage of barbed-wire bras, prickly dildoes, tight-choking collars, and hot needles to bind the women with. Some Amazons were saddled like ponies and ridden about the island, in search of women still free. The women were herded with cattle-prods and whips into the center of the island, where they were branded--sometimes on the ass, or on the thighs, or directly on the cheek or breasts.
The brown-haired woman who had been carrying supplies on her tit clamps had her legs lifted so all her weight fell on her breasts, which were positioned over a bed of nails. Then, as the soles of her feet were flogged, she wiggled her breasts into the nails. Since she had been found playing at the sea-side, they shoved a conch-shell up her ass and a stinging jellyfish up her cunt.
The men feasted while the Amazons served them food and begged for scraps. The Queen, who had remained untouched, was led, chained, to the center of the men and their slaves. All the men were silent at her beauty and elegance, displayed modesty from her sheer white gown. The women looked to her in silent hope that she might still prevail. While this perfect blonde would have made a 19 year old supermodel jealous, something about her presence let one believe she had lived a couple of thousand years.
Steve Trevor dismounted from Wonder Woman--he'd removed her costume and had been fucking her up the ass again. "So this is the Queen of the bitches, eh? Take off your robe and get on your knees," he said.
The gorgeous blonde stood still. Trevor removed her gown himself, and the audience gasped at her beauty. He began punching her breasts brutally, but the blonde remained silent, merely staring at him.
"Bitch, get over here," Trevor said, motioning to Wonder Woman.
"Yes, Master, what is it you want?"
"Take that dildo out of your cunt, I want to fuck you up there," Trevor said.
"But Master, you've glued it there..."
Trevor slapped Wonder Woman's face. "Of course, we needed to, you idiot, now take it out!" She probably needed the magic lasso to be persuaded on this, and Trevor wrapped it about the princess.
The Amazon Queen suddenly looked terrified at the plight of her daughter, and Trevor smiled. Wonder Woman writhed on the ground, desperately tearing out her vaginal walls, screaming her head off. Trevor casually kicked her, then turned his attention again to the Queen.
He took a 16" long, 2 1/2" diameter dildo, studded with 1/2" metal spikes and shoved half of it up her cunt. The other Amazons began to lose heart, they wept at this treatment of their perfect leader--but they still saw hope in her dignity. The Queen closed her eyes and grimaced once, perturbed by the pain in her cunt and the screams of her daughter.
"Master, it's out, the dildo's out," Wonder Woman said, looking up at Trevor from a pile of blood.
"Great! Now shove it up the Bitch-Queen's ass..." he said.
"Diana, Diana, don't! Remember what we've always..." the blonde Queen began to say, but Trevor shoved a penis-shaped gag down her throat. Wonder Woman twisted and turned the cattle-prod dildo and worked it into her mother's asshole.
"Now, Bitch, lie down, your back on the Queen-bitch, so I can fuck you both!" Trevor said. Wonder Woman positioned herself above her gagged mother, and sat down so 6 inches of the spiked dildo in her mother's cunt worked its way into her asshole. The faces of both Amazons were twisted in pain, as if they'd been chugging down pints of sour lemon juice.
As Trevor fucked them, two pairs of smooth, lean legs twisted back and forth in pain, two beautiful faces looked up at him in horror, two pairs of tits were abused by his weight. The Queen was in special pain, the weight of two crushing down on her, and the cattle-prod dildo up her ass. Trevor laughed as they cried, their screams forming a treble duet. When he had spewed his load into Wonder Woman, he pulled her off the Queen by her hair.
"Watch this, Queen-cunt!" he said, taking a sharp knife and pressing the point to the top of Wonder Woman's right breast.
"No, Steve, please, don't!" Wonder Woman said, looking at him with pleading, Disney-eyes. "I've done everything, Steve."
Trevor just smiled, and cut a thin red line down her breast, the pliant flesh yielding to the blade. At the nipple, he thrust it in to the hilt, and twisted. Wonder Woman screamed and fell backwards, starting a slow death agony.
The Queen's eyes were wild above her penis-gag, and the Amazons shuddered and cried to see their beloved princess mortally wounded.
Trevor removed the Queen's gag, and told a couple of soldiers to hold her arms. A couple more soldiers returned from the sub, holding in asbestos-gloved hands, a brassiere made of molten metal.
"You ANIMALS! How dare you assault us like this! Let us go, and never return! Diana, don't give up hope! And you men, it is not too late for you to surrender..." the Queen said, but the men were in high spirits: everything was going so well, and now the Queen Bitch herself would give them a show!
The Queen's 36C breasts were at that perfect point between globe-shaped and cone-shaped, and her large pink-brown nipples proclaimed to the world the sensitivity of her body. As a woman who lived on a tropical island and wore little clothing, her skin was tan. Her legs provided enough flesh to keep one satisfied, but there was no fat, no lack of tightness, to her thighs. Her tanned belly was flat; she was neither muscular nor flabby, but both tight and soft. Her long blonde hair was first tied in a bun, and then fell to her shoulders; contrasting with her hair, her eyebrows were dark, and her face had a pleasing symmetry and innocence.
Trevor smiled as he looked into her terrified blue eyes and closed the branding-bra onto her perfect breasts, locking it to her back. The Queen ran around like a madwoman, and burned her hands, instinctively touching the bra to try to tear it off. She tried to stick her hands into the cleavage left open by the bra, tried desperately to free her tits or to rub them--she was making a shameful display in front of the Amazons, and the men loved it! She tried to run to the ocean to put out the hot horrible pain, but soldiers blocked her, and kicked her to the sand.
She crawled to Steve Trevor's feet. "You've won me, I surrender, please, I'm your slave now, just take it off, take it off, please..." Trevor only picked up a whip and struck her legs over and over. He chased the fleeing woman to the center of the Amazon town, to a marble building with Doric columns. There he wrestled the now-weak woman to the ground, sat on her legs, and sewed a metal cable through her clit. He draped the cable over a beam, tried to hoist the tortured woman into the air by her clit.
Trevor and his soldiers watched the Queen's death agony while fucking her despondent Amazons. Trevor fucked the brown-haired sea-nymph up the ass, climaxing as the Queen Amazon's clit was torn from her body and she fell to her death.
Trevor looked about and found the dying body of Wonder Woman. She was moaning softly, the knife stuck in her breast. Blood trailed from her pussy and her ass, and it oozed from her tit as milk would never. She looked up at him and said, "Steve, I gave you everything, but you crushed me."
Steve motioned for the brown-haired sea-nymph to approach. The woman was horrified that she was being forced to contribute to Diana's death and humiliation, but dared not disobey. Steve kissed the woman, biting her lips and pulling at her hair. Wonder Woman looked up with betrayal and jealousy, she felt reduced to nothing. Then Trevor's heavy boot was on her neck. As he kissed the brown-haired Amazon, he slowly stepped down on Wonder Woman's soft neck, and soon she was no more.