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An adventure of Wonder Woman: the snake in the Caduceus
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**Chapter 5 ** _______________________________________
The recovery was slow. Her body and mind had suffered much, mainly from the
machine, but also from her fight to resist it, not to count the vile act that
the Sh'morill had put up to steal her more treasured secret. It was now clear
that the evil creature wanted an access to her home. Was its plan to capture her
mother and all her sisters, to have even more immortal lifeforces to feast on?
That thought gave her shivers. Her fellow Amazons, naked and shackled to the
abominable device to have their living energies sucked out... even Queen
Hyppolita, her own mother...! She gasped. This was too horrible even to think
of. Moreover, it was largely improbable. Powerful as the Sh'morill could be,
even with its magic, it was a single enemy; its powers were (as much as she had
seen) limited to mind control, and it already had the scientists to command. The
cyborgs were the only force which could have a chance for an assault on
Themyscira, and she calculated that her sisters could fight such unexperienced
enemies very well, unless they had been a swarm. How much of those beings could
be in this building? Not an army, that was sure.
She was trying to raise from her lying position, to reach the cup of vitaminic
extract on the table. She managed to drink a bit, but her body was still very
weak: Wonder Woman had been concentrating, since she could stay awake, to
restore her mind's strength before everything else, to rebuild her psychic
defences. She knew that sooner or later, she would receive a visit from the
tentacled horror, eager to rip away from her brain her every secret. It would
take advantage from her weakness to penetrate her memories, to steal her
knowledge; and this could not be allowed. Diana knew too much about Themyscira,
its strength and weaknesses, her sisters and her mother... if the creature's
plan was what she had guessed, she could not let herself be weak.
A day, maybe a day and a half had passed since the second extraction, and the
door to Wonder Woman's quarters opened to reveal the alien monster, escorted by
two cyborgs. She was sitting on her bed, in deep meditation, and showed no signs
of surprise: she had felt the scent of evil approaching, and was prepared. The
semi-human soldiers grabbed the still naked Amazon by her arms and forced her to
stand up, while the Sh'morill approached silently with its waving motion.
"The time has come, Princess" whispered the sweet voice into her mind. "Are you
ready to give all your knowledge to me?" Its thoughts were dripping with lust
and obscene greed.
"You want to reach my land, Themyscira. Why?" asked Diana, her clear blue eyes
staring at the horror. She was secretly hoping to make it reveal something about
its plan, maybe the means it would use to bring forth such a difficult invasion.
She knew the alien was not a fool, and, since it seemed to know a lot of things
about her, she imagined it would also know the number and power of her fellow
Amazons.
"Very well" mocked the incorporeal voice, simulating surprise. "Our Princess is
so curious. Maybe you think you can still fight me and 'vanquish my plans', as
you proudly vowed before. I shall disclose the door of secrets for you, Diana of
Themyscira. A little bit, that is."
"You may have guessed what my objective in your island is. It's not that
difficult. Hundreds of strong, vital, eternally young warrior females... How
will their flesh overflow with hot living energy... can you imagine the vastity
of my desire, Amazon?" Its mind vomited a mass of obscene visions, young women
naked and tied, screaming as their energies were being sucked out by hundreds of
tentacled abominations...
Wonder Woman felt sick and writhed, trying to move away from the creature.
"You..." she fought the nausea overcoming her. "You're not... alone."
"Of course not" was the amused reply. "I and my people are as immortal as you,
and immensely old... but we need nourishment. As do the Ones we are honoured to
serve. For these great needs, neither you nor all of your precious sisters will
ever be enough.
Your lifeforce may be unlimited, but we need vaste supplies. We want all the
people on this planet!"
The immensity of this thought shocked Wonder Woman. "You said... all the people
on Earth?! So... so this is what you meant by 'enslaving'! You are looking
forward to...?!" She couldn't finish the phrase. The world around her was
beginning to look alien and unreal. "This is madness! You don't have any chance
of conquering all Earth! Even if all of you monsters came here... even if your
army of cyborgs was ten times bigger... you wouldn't have any means to achieve
such a goal!" The Amazon was shouting, enraged by the evil she sensed in this
plan and by its crazed blasphemy.
The creature's answer was calm, its thoughts veined with a smirk. "I have all
the means I need to achieve it... and one of these is you."
Diana stood there, mute, paralyzed, staring at those black and hollow eyes.
"...me?..." Was it planning to control her... to make her perpetrate crimes
against Earth and her own home...?
"You will know everything soon enough, Princess" the Sh'morill ended. "Now we
have much more interesting things to do" and it latched again the tentacles
which were its hands around Wonder Woman's head. She closed her eyes shut, her
beautiful face twisted in pain while she felt incredible blows crashing against
the white fortress which was her mind. Her fight had started.
All time in eternity seemed to have passed in Princess Diana's mind. She felt
like she had been fighting since the very beginning of the world, completely
exhausted, her defences shattered. The battlefield which was her conscience had
seen every possible kind of conflict: she had repelled sorcerous spells, webs of
madness, writhing tentacles of pure thought, deceptions, and also thunderous
explosions of sheer brute force. Some of her defences had collapsed; some of her
secrets had been stolen. But her inner core was still untouched. The monster
couldn't discover the way to Themyscira!
She opened her eyes with a great effort and stared at the evil creature. It was
clearly exhausted, too; his thoughts were weak and confused, as if it had never
found a mind capable of resisting his powerful assault.
"I have used... all of my magic. All of my power. And you managed to resist. You
are... quite astounding, Princess" said harshly its voice, now burdened with
effort. "Of course... your powers sustain you, and they are stronger than I
expected. But I won."
She felt a small hint of a grin. "I took from your soul what I was looking for.
I don't have the key to Themyscira yet... but I have seen... your divine
powers!"
The cyborgs carelessly threw her over her bed and left, together with the
tentacled horror, whose movements were now sensibly slower. Diana managed to
cover herself with the sheets, and closed her eyes, grateful to the Gods for
giving her the strength to defend her mother and sisters. Then she fell deeply
asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, she felt better. Her mind was still weak and
confused, but her body was recovering fast. She sat at the small table, where
food had been left as usual, and ate everything that was on it. After a shower
her thoughts were clearer.
"He said he won. But I don't believe it. I saw confusion and anger in his
thoughts when he couldn't penetrate my mind. Still, I wonder what did he mean
about my powers."
She asked herself if she was strong enough to try escaping from that place. Of
course, she was now free from the command which inhibited her free movements,
and her strength was returning; but escaping would mean flying for maybe
hundreds of miles, something she was not sure to be capable of right now;
moreover, she would surely have to fight her way out. And there were her lasso
and ornaments, too. She just couldn't leave them here, both for her devotion to
the Gods which made them, and because leaving the sacred objects here could mean
harm for her homeland, should the alien creature manage to unlock their power.
Nonetheless, Diana realized she had to move away from there. She couldn't take
the risk of being enervated again; this time the monster would probably come
earlier, when her energies would not be enough for her to resist its unholy
power. The creature had gone wrong once: it wouldn't do the same mistake
again.
She approached the door. It had been locked now that she was no more under the
power of the command; she prepared to pierce it with her bare hands, but, when
she pushed the white surface, something invisible but very powerful slammed her
backwards, leaving her a little shocked. A force field!
A small inspection showed that all her room, even the floor and ceiling, was
protected with a powerful force field, which worked proportionally to stress
exerted on it. If a wall was touched lightly the field couldn't even be
detected, but if she tried to push a little stronger, her hand was repelled with
violence. She tried to punch with a fraction of her full strength, and nearly
flew away from the wall!
This was bad. She made a fast "scan" of the quarters, to find that no area,
though small, had been forgotten. But there had to be something...
The shower! Its water pipes could not be crossed by the force field! She removed
the shower basement and detached the water drain pipe; she was right. That area
was unprotected. But what use could be such a tiny hole?
She carefully tried probing the borders of the "hole" in the force field. Maybe
they could be forced to expand a bit... no, nothing at all. After some more
tries, she set the shower back in its place, connecting the water pipe again.
After all, a working shower could come in handy.
Time passed and Diana fully regained her strength. Now she was not afraid of
having to fly for hours, or to fight a small army of cyborgs. "All I have to do
is wait for them to come and take me. There will not be another enervation" she
promised. "And for that tentacled monstrosity... I will be glad to take care of
him." Her hands turned into fists. "He did to me things that I didn't believe to
be possible. But more of all, he planned to do such evil acts towards my
sisters, my mother and the people of Earth. His blasphemy is blatantly defying
the Gods' will. I will punish his crimes, and send him back in his hellish
darkness."
Her hands relaxed a bit, her breath now slower. Wonder Woman felt a little less
concentrated, as if her brain was shifting into her head. It was a sensation she
knew, from one time she had been chloroformed. Her gaze ran into the room, in
alert. Then she found what she feared: a small hole in a corner of the ceiling!
As fast as lightning, she took a sheet from her bed and flied towards the tiny
gas pipe, hissing with the odourless substance it was releasing in Diana's room.
She shoved the sheet into it, holding her breath... but a fast inspection
revealed another two of them in different corners of the ceiling. The amazon
rushed towards her bed and took more sheets, then flied up again, a bit
uncertain this time. She managed to stop another pipe, but as she rushed towards
the last one, she momentarily lost control of her flight and crashed into the
wall. She landed violently on the floor, and unwillingly breathed more of the
chemical. "Must... unnnh... stay low on ground... maybe the gas is more scarce
at floor level." But what could she do? Of course, the force field was still
restraining her. She took a deep breath and concentrated, then took fly again
and managed to stop the last gas pipe. But as she landed, she felt that her legs
could no more sustain her. She fell on the ground, seeing small white lights
against her closed eyes. That substance had to be very powerful! Then the door
opened and someone raised her body with strong hands... probably a cyborg. She
felt carried away, and slipped into inconsciousness.
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**Chapter 6 ** __________________________________
Diana's senses returned slowly. Still dizzy, she found she was into a metal
capsule with glass walls, wide enough to let her fully extend her arms and twice
her height tall. On her left she could see another smaller capsule, as long as
her legs, connected, like hers, to two long shafts of metal stretching towards
the floor and ceiling of a big room, filled in every part with the most strange
machinery she had ever seen. Everything in there was made of the same dark, warm
metal as the dreaded enervator... and the distorted, writhed shapes suggested
that the machines could be impossibly... alive.
Wonder Woman shivered and tried to gather her strength to break free from there.
She rose to her feet and prepared to smash the thick transparent wall... but in
that same moment, a light came from the capsule ceiling, a sinister, cold,
yellowish light that seemed to drain her mental energies, leaving her even more
confused and sick. It was like she had been wandering in a desert for months,
her very soul scorched and dried by a wicked sun... by merciless winds...
"G-Gods... help... me..." muttered the tortured Amazon, falling to her knees.
She didn't notice that she was now lighter and lighter; her body slowly rose in
the air until she was exactly in the middle of the capsule, held by an invisible
force.
"No, Princess of Themyscira. Your Gods cannot help you now." The psionic voice
echoed hideously into her mind, disgusting her. "Bathe now in the light of the
Undead Sun of Shoogath-Mor... writhe in its cold rays, as I prepare the ultimate
Ritual!"
"R... r-itual...? What... are you... up... to...?" managed to ask Wonder Woman,
almost losing her senses again.
"The Spoliation Ritual... the key to enslaving your world!" and with these
words, his voice changed into a sickening chant, carrying blaspheme evocations
to obscene beings who lurked in a black void far beyond the boundaries of this
universe.
Diana cried, her mind in pain, her reason torn apart and obliterated. She fell
into bottomless pits of darkness, for a time that seemed eternal... until... she
opened her eyes again... no more pain... but everything was black... yes, softly
warm and black...
except...
Her conscience gasped, in shock and awe. In front of her stood a magnificent
vision of purity and beauty: bright and full of power, completely naked, she saw
herself, Diana of Themyscira!
The princess knew then that what she was seeing was her own soul. Her conscience
had fallen into the deepest part of her being, and now she could witness the
vision of her purest essence.
The figure was exactly alike her, in looks and size: she conveyed the strength
and beauty of an Amazon, the pride, kindness and warrior prowess which every
woman of Themyscira had into her heart. But there was so much more! From her
breasts radiated a warm, red glow, showing the divine gift of sisterhood with
fire and warm heart that the goddess Hestia bestowed over her at birth; in her
toned abdomen could be seen the very strength of Earth, received from the
goddess Demetra; her womanhood gracefully embraced goddess Aphrodite's blessing
of uncanny beauty, pulsating in a delicate pink. The gift of speed and fly,
granted by the god Hermes, filled the figure's legs and feet. And her beautiful
head showed both the gift of wisdom, received from the goddess Athena, and the
hunter's instinct, given to her by the goddess Artemis, together with empathy
with all living beings. Diana's soul was a monument to her Gods, a living
example for every mortal in this world... and, though she could not know, the
fact that her soul reflected perfectly her body meant that the travel along the
path of Truth had taken her to her full realization: she was one with the
deepest part of herself, with her most inner desires and hopes.
The radiant figure turned towards her, and smiled: a smile incredibly full of
love and warmth, her eyes dancing with joy. Wonder Woman's conscience was
flooded with happiness, and she gave back the smile.
But then, the darkness echoed with a glooming whisper, full of hatred towards
all the living. An obscene laugh, devoid of any trace of sanity, haunted the
black depths. And a howling, carrying inhuman lust and brutality, pierced the
air... Wonder Woman saw her soul's eyes grow with worry, and the glowing figure
took a defensive position.
The darkness suddenly seemed to become alive as it vomited a flood of oily,
viscid, writhing things... everywhere around the radiant soul was a pulsating
mass of dark violet appendages, tentacles, mouths and eyes squirming, twisting
and wriggling while they came nearer and nearer to her. A shield and a sword
appeared in the figure's hands, and the spirit attacked with fury, cutting the
flaccid flesh, spilling its dark blood everywhere. The pulsating flood withdrew
a bit, and suddenly Diana's conscience felt being drawn away from that scene,
going back... back to the surface...
Wonder Woman opened her eyes, and found herself again into the metal capsule,
floating in air. All the machines in the big room were humming and a black mist
surrounded her, in thin tendrils that caressed the air around her body, though
they seemed unable to touch it; and beyond a glass, in a nearby room, she could
see the Sh'morill, looking weak, sustained by two scientists. One third man
brought a little sphere glowing with light, and the horrible creature took it
with greed, latching its oral tentacles around the object. The amazon realized
that was one of the "cells" that had been filled with her living energy in the
course of the enervation process!
As she watched, the creature's head started glowing, and in a few seconds every
trace of weakness vanished from its body. It stared at her malignantly; its arms
raised and Diana heard the unholy chant again... the black tendrils started to
approach her flesh, everything around her became black and painful and she
fell... she fell to the bottom of her being.
Now she witnessed once more the terrible fight. The living mass renewed its
fierce attack to her soul and was repelled... but it charged again and again,
without hesitation or care for the growing number of obscene limbs laying
lifeless around the bright figure.
Instead, it seemed to be growing... becoming more frightening and wicked, fueled
by something that - she knew it - was nothing else than her own energy!
Once again the brilliant image defended herself, but the fight was becoming more
and more unbalanced. Diana wanted to help her, to join her battle; but she
couldn't, because she was just an observer there, a disembodied conscient mind.
It was her soul's battle... and nobody else's. Now she saw with horror that the
writhing mass was growing once again, becoming taller than the glowing woman...
drowning her in a deep purple sea... she tried to cry "No!" as the flood
completely covered the struggling warrior.
For a while there was some movement under it, as if the battle was impossibly
going on; then the dark obscenity stood still, and opened. A light emerged from
its center, coming from a naked female figure slowly rising... she was floating
horizontally, her belly slightly arched upwards, her legs and arms blocked and
spread by many tentacles coiled around them. Her eyes showed no fear, but will
to fight again, her hands still holding tight her sword and shield, her body
wriggling against the oily appendages. From the purple hell some stalked eyes
rose, staring at her with satisfaction and hunger.
She stood there for a little while, held still over the squirming mass: a trophy
for some grisly hunter, a sacrifice for a crazed, laughing entity from beyond.
Then the feast started.
From below the prisoner emerged long tentacles, arching over her helpless body.
Some of them had at their end a thing similar to a mouth without teeth, opening
and closing with lust; some looked like an octopus' arms, full of suction cups,
like the ones which held her limbs; and some others were similar to big clubs,
covered with small mouth-like holes.
One of these latter began approaching the woman's crotch, shivering with
blaspheme pleasure. She grinned her teeth and, with a supreme effort, managed to
close her legs, defending her soft womanhood. Another club-like tentacle started
probing her anal orifice, trying to violate it and forcing her to tighten her
buttocks, while yet another one was caressing her mouth and cheek. Then, as she
was slightly arching upwards in an effort to avoid the disgusting pseudopods,
five mouth-like appendages bolted forward, latching onto her unprotected belly,
cupping her delicious navel and strong abdomen. The glowing figure immediately
renewed her efforts to break free, but suddenly froze in horror and pain and let
out a scream. The mouths on her belly had begun a sucking motion, swelling and
deflating with a constant pace, producing a disgusting, sloppy suction sound.
The beautiful woman screamed again as her anus was penetrated by the club-like
tentacle, taking advantage of her lowered guard; but while her mouth was open,
the other disgusting limb found its way into it, getting to her throat where it
suffocated her cries, turning them into groans of anger.
The small mouths placed all over these appendages began sucking too, making
Diana's soul arch back in suffering. Meanwhile, other mouth-endowed pseudopods
raced towards her, attaching to her forehead and starting their nauseating
suction sounds. More of them were already working on her legs and feet, latching
on her delicate toes, on her strong calves and thighs.
Another rod-like horror was pushing against her labia, trying to overcome her
resistance, but someway the glowing figure managed to keep her femininity safe,
refusing to let her legs open wide despite all the tentacles trying to force
her. Sadly, there was no way for her to protect her massive mammary glands,
which were attacked by a horde of purple mouth-carrying limbs, focusing on her
nipples and areolas: they completely covered the soft, pink flesh, starting the
sucking motion at once and causing the suffering prisoner to let out a louder
moan.
Diana's conscience watched in despair her soul's struggle to resist the
deprivation spell. It was now clear what "spoliation ritual" meant: the
Sh'morill had cast that heinous ritual to take away her divine powers, to steal
from her body and soul the gifts of the Gods! The horror of the situation struck
her: she felt fear for losing her superhuman abilities, blessings which had
followed her through all her life, and anger for this blasphemy, an insult to
the Gods that bestowed these wonderful powers on her the day she had come to
life!
Now, thinner tentacles, which ended with a broad, tongue-like tip, were
squeezing through the bright figure's closed legs, running over her labia,
looking for... her clitoris! As soon as they found it, they started to tickle,
to coil around the pink flesh, licking, stroking, stimulating. The pink light in
the crotch of Diana's soul started glowing brighter in response to this
treacherous attack. Her legs lost some of their strength and started spreading a
bit... the thin appendages renewed their assault on the now unprotected
clitoris, pulling its hood back, crawling under it, touching, feeling; the glow
became stronger and stronger, Diana's femininity aroused and grew, engorged with
pink light. The suction-cupped tentacles gave a final pull and her legs spread
wide again, with a loud moan of useless protest from her throat.
Wonder Woman's conscience could do nothing but watch as her helpless soul's
nether regions were finally exposed, ready to satisfy the purple abomination's
horrible lust. The rod-like tentacle writhed with obscene joy, its many small
mouths opening and closing; it touched the tender flesh of the prisoner's labia
with its tip, slightly turning and twisting... delving deeper, deeper into the
pink virgin flower, until it stopped, feeling the obstacle of its tender hymen.
Then, with a powerful thrust, it destroyed Diana's last defense, and raced
through her vaginal channel, writhing, its mouths sucking the warm flesh,
causing loud, dampened cries to come from the tortured bright soul. A last
mouth-tipped tentacle bolted forwards, cupping the erect clitoris, sucking it
down its throat, milking the hot pleasure organ with satisfaction.
Now that its victim had been made defenceless, the purple mass concentrated on
extracting its divine content. All the mouths and suction cups attached to
Wonder Woman's astral body doubled their efforts, sucking harder and at a faster
pace, while the cries from the prisoner increased their intensity. The amazon
understood that her soul was losing this battle. Slowly, bulges began forming
into the slimy tentacles, flowing slowly from their mouths to the dark mass
beneath; each of them glowed slightly from the inside, carrying away a small
amount of her divine essence...
Diana's conscience cried in despair, seeing a nightmare coming true. She had to
do something... she had to stop this obscene ritual before all her powers were
stripped away from her! "My soul is being raped and drained of her essence... I
must go back to where all this is coming from!" Concentrating, she started
returning to the surface of her being, to the world of things, hoping to free
her body from the evil machines that were conveying and strengthening this
unholy spell.
It was like climbing a very steep slope; she felt drawn under by some strong,
unknown force, but went on fighting, and finally she could come to her senses,
opening her eyes and seeing her body again and the capsule which held it. She
was still floating into air, and around her the black mist flew, caressing her
skin, penetrating her orifices, entering her lungs and stomach; but there also
was a supernatural glow, both of all colours and of none, which seemed to
radiate from her... and she noticed that a similar glow was beginning to form in
the smaller capsule beside hers!
Beyond the glass the Amazon could see the octopus-like horror, exhausted, laying
limp on a chair; despite its weakness, it noticed that her conscience had
returned, and spoke to her mind with great effort.
"Ah... I see that... you've returned to... senses. You're... incredible,
Princess. I've... never... strained so much... before."
"You heinous monster!" Her thoughts were bewildered, full of rage and despair.
"Stop this madness at once! Give me back what you have stolen from my soul!"
A low cackle answered to her words. "From your soul... and your body, too. Your
'gifts' are... pretty complex... and powerful... I couldn't steal them... if I
didn't see them in your mind..."
Now Wonder Woman understood what the creature meant when it said that he had
seen her powers. So that was the true reason of their last psychic fight! He had
to understand what her divine abilities were and how they worked to be able to
extract them!
He had probed her memory... her past life... the teachings of her mother on
Themyscira... it was horrible.
"What are you about to do with my powers?!" she asked, feeling drawn back again,
her concentration breaking.
"They will... strengthen... my army. Thanks to... your energy... you will
see..."
Diana felt falling again into the darkness, as if she was carried away by a
furious river which ran down, down, to the inner part of herself.
Now she was once more in front of her soul. The glowing figure which was her
astral body was still prisoner of the oily purple tentacles; she squirmed and
fought uselessly while the grisly pseudopods writhed inside her mouth, vagina
and anus, their small mouths sucking with greed her precious divine essence; and
the cups attached to her breasts, abdomen, feet, forehead and clitoris were
pumping as if being crazed, creating in their stems big bulges engorged with
power, which traveled backwards and vanished in the squirming mass below. The
stalked eyes were now half closed, shivering in extasy, waving back and forth
around the tortured spirit; all of the livid purple ocean was trembling with
obscene pleasure.
Diana could see that the bright glowing lights in her soul were becoming paler
and paler as time passed, a sign that her powers were being sucked away very
quickly. She knew that she didn't have much time before the ritual ended.
"There's only one thing I can do. I can send my conscience in my soul, and try
to strengthen it. If I have success, maybe I will manage to break her free and
retain some of my powers; if I fail, I will suffer her own pain and suffering."
Then, mustering all her courage, the Amazon concentrated on her inner essence,
trying to fuse with it, to become one with the most hidden part of her nature.
Only once in a while in her meditations, with the help of her Lasso of Truth,
she had managed to get close to that elusive state of being, but now she had to
make it her own. As she managed to approach her soul, she started to feel the
tremendous pain the Ritual inflicted; a terrible sensation of being forcibly
emptied, of having one's own essence drained away. It was different from what
she felt under the dreaded Enervator, but it was no less painful. Wonder Woman
ignored the suffering, and focused her thoughts again. Now she was melting with
her soul, beginning to "feel" her astral body, its limbs, its anger and
despair... she opened her eyes and found herself laying over the mass of
tentacles, her body covered with purple appendages, milking and sucking with
incredible greed... she felt them into her mouth and anus, and in another place
that had never been invaded by anything... the sensations it conveyed were
strange yet... somehow pleasurable; but that was not the moment to succumb to
Eros' joy: Diana gained all the strength and power which her soul still
contained, and began to pull the pseudopods which held her hands and legs. Her
heart on fire, her will forged in steel, she gradually managed to loosen their
grip on her limbs... until, with a cry of triumph and defiance, she fell free
from the foul things' embrace. As soon as she got on her feet again, her sword
started flashing in her hands, cutting the cupped arms which tried to imprison
her; the other tentacles sucking her body immediately coiled back, leaving her
violated orifices, abandoning the spots they had been attached to. Wonder Woman
stood in defense position, ready to fight, like a wounded tiger which would
better die than surrender to her enemy. But no attack came from the writhing
mass, which retracted even more and stood still, as if waiting for something.
The Amazon attacked, but as she was speeding forward, a light came from nowhere,
engulfing the darkness with a sick yellow, filling the air with coldness and
desolation. Diana screamed and fell to her knees as she recognized this
sensation: it was that dreaded light again, the one she had been exposed to in
the capsule! She felt her will being sapped, her inner strength vanishing, as
the glow from her astral body dimmed and faded away in the yellowish rays...
"That damned... monster...!" she muttered as she collapsed, totally spent,
weakened by the hellish light. The tentacles bolted forward, latching to her
arms and legs again, raising her limp body. This time she was held with her back
up, her arms slightly raised, her legs spread but bent forward as if she was
kneeling. A stalked eye rose to savor the vision of her unprotected anus and
vagina; two rod-like appendages approached and tickled the Amazon's orifices.
Wonder Woman arched her neck, her eyes wide, and protested "No! Stop! Don't go
in there!"
Her words were in vain. The rods forced their way into her nether regions,
slowly overcoming her desperate resistance, and one after another, the
abominable purple arms approached, anxious to continue their painful Ritual.
Diana's adorable feet were the first to be covered again by the greedy mouths,
which took care not to forget her delicate toes; then came her immense, hanging
breasts, whose pink areolas were completely hidden under the mass of pulsating
lips, their erect nipples pulled and pushed with lust; other mouths got back
milking the Amazon's perfect navel and toned abdomen, extracting every remaining
trace of divine strength from her; the cups attached on her forehead made her
beautiful features contract in suffering as they started tearing away from her
the gifts of Athena and Artemis. And the mouth sucking her swollen clitoris
helped the rods in her anus and vagina drain the last remains of her
supernatural beauty and sexual power.
Wonder Woman stood like this for what looked like ages, humiliated, raped,
suffering as she felt her divine gifts slowly leaving her, one after another.
The cups gradually detached from her body, as if their duty was over; then, with
a last twist, the rods left their warm refuge and withered away. She fell, free,
now completely powerless. Her conscience was once again separated from her soul
and drawn up, towards the superior layer of her being. She opened her eyes to
see her body laying in the capsule, no more suspended in air; the black mist had
vanished, like the supernatural glow which emanated from her body... no, this
was not true: a glimpse to the smaller capsule near to hers revealed that the
glow had not vanished, but it was concentrated into it!
"That's correct. What you see there is the divine essence which has been into
your soul and body... until now."
Diana turned with anger towards the tentacled creature, which was now staring at
her without any sign of weakness or fatigue. "You heinous beast! What have you
done to me?!?"
"I extracted your precious god-like powers from your being." Its voice was
plain, but full of satisfaction. "I admit that it was much harder than I
thought. You put up a valiant resistance, and more than once I feared that the
Ritual would fail."
Though her great wisdom had been removed from her, the Princess of Themyscira
was not naive. The monster was now full of pride and joy for having accomplished
its objective; maybe she could trick it to reveal some useful information.
"What if the capsule breaks? My powers would be lost forever!" she shouted,
faking despair in her mind.
"Foolishness. Their nature would force them to..." the monster stopped, enraged
for letting itself speak too much.
"This is completely futile. Take her to the examination room and prepare the
Energizer!"
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To be continued in next part