Wonder Woman: The Return of Kane
by Marat
Part Four
‘Wouldn’t it be wonderful? Wonder Woman, the woman perhapsmost responsible for the defeat of Hitler in World War II, would bring him back into the world?’ Liddy was almost giddy with glee as he described it.
Kane sat in Gordon’s office taking it all in. Nothing he had ever done, none of his extensive reading, and certainly none of his research, had prepared him for this. He could not believe that a man who had achieved a position of significant responsibility in the Executive Branch would talk like this. Of all of the people in history whom it might be possible to bring back, certainly the last he conceived as possible would be Adolf Hitler. And here was his boss, not only hypothesising it, but actually explaining the means. He was staggered.
‘I wonder if she would have a normal pregnancy,’ Gordon continued, no longer even seeming to recognise that Kane was in front of him. ‘I mean, after all, she’s not really a normal woman. Maybe it’s for the best that she wouldn’t have to carry and deliver him. Who knows what he might imbibe from her?’ He seemed to be staring off beyond the walls.
‘Uhh, Gordon?’ Kane ventured, shocking Liddy back to his surroundings. ‘How long have you been playing with this idea?’
‘When the CIA let us know that Andropov was about to destroy the remains, they were ordered to secure a small sample. I think the original order was simply guided by historical considerations. You know, to have some on file in case it becomes possible at some point to do something with them. Like so much else that the CIA comes up with, it was simply filed and forgotten.
‘The good news is that I happened across the notes on it, when I was hunting down something else a while back. It was across the river stored in a warehouse in Alexandria. By the way, you should see all the stuff that’s housed there. I’ll bet the Agency doesn’t know half of what’s there.’
As Kane listened, his mind was racing madly. Could Gordon be serious? There had to be some flaw here. He had to seem curious, but not interested. That would make Liddy end the conversation.
‘So, can the process really work?’ He actually wanted to know the answer to this question.
‘It seems so. What we don’t know is whether we can use any cell, or whether we might have use particular cells, say out of the bone marrow. The CIA was careful to get a sampling of several.’
‘Would the cells still be useable after all these years?’
‘That’s what scientific experimentation is about, my boy.’
After Wonder Woman pulled her boots on, she smoothed the leather, so that they fit snugly against the skin of her calves. It was hard to tell that these boots actually lay over her skin, so tightly did they lie across those desirable gams. As she straightened up, her tattered uniform allowed Audra to view the pink of her nipples as well as some of her ample breasts. She was a little embarrassed to do so.
Now fully restored to as much splendor as the frayed costume allowed, Wonder Woman stood with her chains still depriving her of her great power. But her dignity had been restored and this showed in her bearing and in the tilt of her head. Audra didn’t remember any woman who had borne herself so magnificently.
The blonde turned to her friend and said, ‘Let’s see if Charles knows where to find the key to those.’ She rose and walked toward the exit.
Before they reached the door, the women were surprised to see the double doors swing open. Walking quickly into the dressing room came Valdez and Jason, sent out by Liddy to locate the two women. Audra vaguely recognised them from seeing them briefly earlier. A shudder ran through Wonder Woman on seeing them again.
‘What do you want?’ Audra asked quietly.
‘We’ve been looking for you.’
‘What do you want with me?’ Wonder Woman asked, the defiance in her voice undercut by some small trepidation.
‘Not you, Amazon slut,’ Jason replied, smiling, remembering.
‘You,’ he finished, pointing at Audra.
The smaller blonde girl took an involuntary step backward and didn’t say anything, her mouth open. Wonder Woman stepped forward and placed herself between the large men and their goal. Her heart began pounding as she knew she would have to defend her new friend against these men who had defeated and degraded her not more than a few hours ago.
Kane would have recognised the tilt of her body and the sluggishness of her step as a function of the Ludovicalamene that still ravaged her Amazon abilities. The barbiturate remained latent in the system until responding to naturally occurring adrenaline. Its result was to slow the responses, to lessen strength, and to increase brain activity and create disruptions. In effect, someone who had taken the drug was weakened, distracted, and slowed, when the natural effect of the body would be heightened strength and awareness.
But Wonder Woman did not notice these differences. Chained, she knew her strength was diminished; and she expected heightened senses, going into combat as a trained Amazon warrior. She stood tall in front of Audra, the smaller blonde fearfully anticipating the coming clash. Her Amazon’s heart was prepared to defend her honour and that of her friend. But more than the links that bound her wrists would debilitate her.
‘Keep out of the way, my little slut,’ Valdez warned, ominously. ‘You’re no longer protected.’
Wonder Woman didn’t understand what this meant. Nevertheless, she was determined to prevent harm to her friend. ‘I won’t let you take her.’
‘You can’t do anything about it. If you should have learned anything earlier, it’s that we can do whatever we want,’ Jonas said moving to his left from in front of the Amazon Champion.
Her pounding heart thrusting more and more of the weakness into her system, Wonder Woman took the links of her chains into her hands, preparing to use them as a weapon against her tormentors. She watched as the two giants spread out in front of her, now about eight feet apart and barely eight feet from her. She straightened to whisper to Audra, ‘If you get a chance to get out of the room, do so. Don’t worry about me.’
Audra replied, ‘I won’t leave you here.’
Jason and Valdez were smiling as they circled, one slower than the other so that the distance between them widened. Valdez was the first the lunge at the Amazon Princess. As he did so, Wonder Woman turned on him with her chain, striking him hard in the side. He grunted with the force of the blow and took several steps back. At the same instant, in an effort to help protect her savior, Audra leapt across the distance and threw herself against Jason’s lower body, tripping him. He landed full on top of the woman who struck blow after ineffectual blow against his sides and back.
Having driven the Cuban back with her attack, the Amazon dragged Jonas from the pinned figure and threw him in the direction of his companion. Valdez easily stepped aside as Jonas rolled all the way to the wall. As she pulled her partner to her feet, Wonder Woman again admonished, ‘Get out of here! Don’t look back and don’t worry about me!’
The petite blonde stared at her friend. The gallant Amazon warrior now attacked her adversaries, swinging the chain that weakened her right and left, driving the two large men back. Audra saw that the way to the door was now open for her escape. She edged in that direction as she stared, wide-eyed, at the fury unleashed against the two larger, powerfully muscled men. Jonas had just risen to his feet when one of the blows struck him full against the side of his head, breaking the skin and spewing blood. He sagged to his knees and Wonder Woman turned her attention to the other figure.
Valdez’s smile seemed out of place in his circumstances. He backpedaled slowly, drawing the Amazon Princess toward him. He ducked first one way, then the other, as he avoided the metal links that swung dangerously close to him.
Again, Kane would have noticed the differences in the Amazon’s attack: The slight dragging of her back foot, the lowering of her frontward shoulder as she brought the chains forward toward her opponent, even the slight signs of indecisiveness on her face; all of this was evidence of the barbiturate being forced into her system at a greater and greater rate. But Wonder Woman only felt the exhilaration of the beginning of her triumph, and the settling of personal demons that would follow. These men had humiliated her. Now she would defeat them.
‘Who will carry the child for you now, now that Wonder Woman isn’t available? Or,’ and here Kane was a bit concerned, ‘will you try to determine her fertile period?’
‘There’s no time for that. We have the right type of woman right here anyway.’ Gordon’s smugness had long since passed and he was telling Kane everything he wanted to know. Kane knew that this information was invaluable. He hoped that it would make his way in the White House and maybe even in Washington.
‘The right type of woman?’
‘Yes. Aryan. Blonde hair, blue eyes, healthy, fit. You know.’
Kane’s eyes shot wide open, as he realised what Gordon was now saying. ‘You don’t mean….’
‘Well, who else? Why would we tolerate her here? Certainly not because she’s your “companion”.’
The smallish, balding man leapt from his chair and tore out of the room.
Quietly, smiling, Gordon concluded, ‘Stop. I haven’t dismissed you yet.’ He laughed uproariously.
Valdez stood with his back to the wall, staring at the renewed Amazon in front of him. Beads of sweat had formed on his face as a result of his exertions avoiding the chain she swung at him again and again. Wonder Woman knew that in her chained, weakened condition, she could not allow herself to get close enough to her opponent for him to grab her. Therefore she decided to make use of the weakening links as a weapon. Sometimes she missed as he dodged and ducked away from the swinging chain. More often she struck him, and grunts gave evidence of the impact of the metal weapon against his sides and his arms, flung up to protect his face and head.
Occasionally, between swings, the Amazon Princess looked across at her friend, now making her way quickly to the unguarded doors. Audra smiled sadly, it seemed, at her protector as she pushed open one of the double doors and escaped to the hall.
Her rescue mission accomplished, Wonder Woman turned back to redeeming herself against these men. Casting an eye toward the fallen Jonas while punishing Valdez, she saw the former slowly rise to his feet, blood covering much of his jaw. He then moved quickly—surprisingly quickly—to interpose himself between the Amazon and the doors. At the same moment, Valdez, his courage and strength apparently improved, began advancing against the warrior, forcing her to slowly retreat.
A scream from some distance down the hall was cut off short.
The smiles on the faces of both Jonas and Valdez told Wonder Woman all she needed to know. She had been tricked into placing her friend in danger. The anger joined with the desire for revenge and she now wished only to administer pain to her opponents. But the adrenaline only raised the weakening level of drugs affecting her. To her surprise, Valdez now pressed forward against the increasing number of blows she launched against him. And each time she struck him, he seemed to shrug off her blow with greater ease.
At the edge of her peripheral vision, she saw Jonas take several steps toward her. She moved into a position where she could see both of the giants in front of her. Still holding her weapon, she prepared to defend herself.
‘This time, my little slut,’ Valdez said, ‘we are not constrained by our superior’s plans for you. This time, you are all ours.’
‘This time, you’ll pay dearly for what you’ve done,’ Wonder Woman responded. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly she realised how debilitated she felt in this contest. Her arms dropped and the chains slid from her exhausted fingers.
Wha-? she thought. How could I be--? Before she could finish the thought, the two men rushed her with a speed belying their size. Valdez took her high, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pinning her upper arms against her chest; Jonas enveloped his arms around her hips, driving his shoulder into her abdomen. He lifted her thighs and drove her body to the hard floor.
The wind was forced from her body and she was stunned when her head hit the floor with a crack that echoed throughout the large room. Stunned, Wonder Woman felt herself being pulled upward, the chains linking her wrists providing a handle for her manhandling. The powerless Amazon couldn’t see her attackers as the first blow crashed into her jaw, spinning her and driving her against the metal wall of lockers behind her. Still blind, she tried to straighten herself. A roundhouse crashed into her ribs from the side.‘Aaaagghh-ghhhaahgghh!!’ she cried out as she pulled in her elbow to try to protect her injured body.
The helpless heroine turned in the direction of the blow, to allow the wall to provide a shield against further attacks. But the Champion of All Women was still blinded and disoriented by the pain already inflicted, and she brought her free hand up to her eyes in an attempt to clear them. Pathetically swaying, her knees bent, barely able to keep her feet, the once-mighty Wonder Woman felt a sharp kick to the small of her back, propelling her, stumbling, across the room.
The click-click-clicking of her three-inch heels on the tiles ended abruptly. A fixed dressing bench caught the blind Champion just below the knees, dropping her to the floor again.
She was breathing hard, lying unmoving on the floor. Wonder Woman lay on her side, her right arm pressed hard against her body still protecting the ribs that had been struck earlier. With one leg still elevated by the bench, her legs were spread invitingly. But at last she could see again, and she pushed herself upward, the chains between her wrists mocking her efforts to defend herself. She knew that as long as they were there, she would be at a disadvantage in this contest.
The Amazon Princess struggled to her feet and her eyes had cleared enough to allow her to see the self-satisfied smiles on the faces on Valdez and Jonas. The blood smeared across Jonas’ jaw gave a particularly grisly aspect to his apparent delight. In contrast, there was a fierce determination that attached itself to the woman’s features. She straightened herself, and in her three-inch heels, she now stood tall before her enemies. She had been defeated and humiliated by these very men mere hours before. They had now tricked her, leading to the capture of a friend and comrade. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and she felt the perspiration running down her bare neck and upper chest. She would make these men pay for what they had done, make them pay dearly.
If only she didn’t feel so weak.
‘Come now, my little slut,’ Valdez was saying. ‘Don’t make us teach you the same lesson over again. Surrender to the inevitable and you’ll find the experience much more pleasant.’
Jonas added, ‘You know you can’t beat us. Why even try? Just give up, and we promise,’ he smiled through the blood, ‘wepromise that you won’t have anything to complain about.’ She looked over at his partner. ‘We’ve never had any complaints.’
Wonder Woman, strangely, felt strength returning to her limbs as she listened to the calm and self-assured, almost soothing, words of these men. Her breathing slowed and the deep breaths she took seemed to revive her. Standing before her opponents in her tattered breastplate, she tried to carry on as Audra would expect of the heroine.
‘You know what you are,’ Valdez said softly.
‘NO!!!’ she screamed as she hurled herself at Jonas, the nearer of the two hulking figures. The Amazon’s right landed directly in the center of his face, driving his head back. He staggered backwards across the floor and fell unconscious, blood pouring from his broken nose.
Fury showed on her beautiful face as she turned to her other tormentor. She hurdled the distance between them in a single bound and smashed her fist into his back, turned to her as Valdez tried to flee. The blow spun him into the metal wall of lockers. The Princess’ strength, momentarily restored as a result of the reduction of adrenaline, took its toll on those who had created such anguish. But when she struck Valdez again, her power was noticeably diminished. Valdez too noticed the decline in her power.
The big man had been dropped to one knee. Noticing that the Amazon again was slowing her attack, he clenched his hands together and brought a double ax-handle uppercut against her jaw. The Amazon Princess dropped on her back as if pole-axed.
Dazed, she struggled to sit up. Before she could do so, however, she felt Valdez’s big hand grab her hair, pulling the helpless woman to her feet. ‘I see you want to make me earn my reward,’ she heard him say. She felt her body being lifted from the floor.
She was thrown backward across the room. She tried to stop herself in vain, crashing first into the metal side of a row of lockers, and then striking her back against a tiled wall. She could only moan her pain. The Princess, in agony, slid helplessly down the support to the floor. Wonder Woman lay for a moment supine. In that moment, Valdez was struck by the unmarred beauty of his victim. The muscular body of the Champion of All Women glistened with sweat, so that all of its exposed areas showed her smooth muscles to their best advantage. The marvelous proportions of that body, the round, ample, yet still pert, breasts that peeked through the torn eagle of her uniform, the narrow waist girdled by the golden Belt of Hippolyte, still shining even after her beating, the magnificent hips enveloped in the star-spangled tights that allowed each crevice and feature of her body to be visible, the highly polished red leather of her boots, now marred by scuffs resulting from her combat. In a fraction of a moment, Valdez took in all of this, and he felt himself aroused.
The injured Champion slid over onto her stomach, and then began to drag her body upward. Once again, she felt the now-familiar hand reach into her hair, pulling her to her feet. ‘Come, my little slut,’ she heard him say through the haze of her pain. ‘It’s time to do that which you do so well.’
‘N-n-n-noo,’ she gasped. ‘Wo-won’t let… you.’
‘You’re in no position to have any say in this, my little slut. Of course, if you admit that that’s all you are, I might make it easier on you.’
‘Not… n-not… a slut,’ the powerless Princess stammered. But already his large hand held her jaw. She felt his strength as he squeezed. The Amazon Champion’s ruby lips opened to form a lustrous red ‘O’.
‘Oh, but you are. And you do your work so well.’ Valdez pulled the helpless woman to her knees, all the while holding her face. When she was settled onto the floor again, he pressed her unresisting lips into the desired shape.
‘You know what to do,’ he said. ‘If you do it properly, there’ll be no pain.’
He pulled down the zipper on his trousers, releasing his aroused manhood from within. Wonder Woman knew that earlier he had humiliated her in this same way. She wanted to fight back, and as her body prepared to engage in resistance, she only felt herself grow weaker, unable to even raise her hands, weighed down by the heavy manacles. She had no choice. She could do nothing except surrender. She was too weak.
The beautiful Princess of the Amazons was on her knees before Valdez. Her arms reached up slowly, it seemed almost painfully, to grasp his member as it wagged slowly before her face. Beneath her disheveled ebony hair, he could barely see her eyes looking up at him, beseeching him, tears forming at the outside corners. He still loosely held the hair on her head, the implied threat made clear. As she took his penis in her hands, the rattling of the links provided the only sound, and it echoed in the bright, tiled room. Once again, Wonder Woman knew that she stood little chance in combat against this giant.
As soon as she touched him, Valdez’s prick hardened to its full length and he felt his body already beginning to spasm. He had never felt hands so soft, so stimulating. Like something between velvet and satin. Her fingernails stimulated the underside of his penis as she gently held his balls and staff in the palms of both hands, urging some precum from the knobby tip. The clear liquid rolled down his member and slowly, ever so slowly, the droplet separated, held only by the thinnest of strands to its source.
‘The Champion of All Women!’ he said, savouring the sound of the words. ‘I like that. Let me see what you can do, Champion. Can you keep me up for ten minutes, but not make me cum? If you do, I won’t hurt you.’
On her knees in front of him, dressed in the grand symbolic uniform given her by her mother, the Queen of the Amazons, Wonder Woman, Princess of Paradise Island, opened her mouth and took in first the tip, then more of the length of the man who would be her overlord. ‘Don’t let me shrivel, Amazon bitch,’ she heard him say, the threat clear in his voice. Running her tongue and teeth across the length of his member, another spasm shook Valdez. ‘And don’t make me cum, either, Wondercunt.’ His voice was softer, and quivered.
It was as if all his senses had been bundled into his sexual areas. He stopped feeling his body and felt only the softness of Wonder Woman’s hands on his balls, lightly kneading, lifting and lowering. Her fingernails, laced into his pubic hair, plucked with just enough pain to be indistinguishable from the pleasure that dominated his sensuality. He felt her agile tongue looping around the head of his cock, punctuating its movement with its tip rubbing against the rim of the head. At the same time, her teeth, along the top and bottom of his shaft, slid back and forth, sometimes barely tangible, at others with a roughness that felt just short of threatening. He felt the Amazon suck him, her cheeks hollowing and expanding, as the heroine sought to stimulate her master but not drive him over the edge of ejaculation.
He looked down on the Amazon Princess, defeated before him, and themise-en-scène was something he had only dreamed of: his hand now rested in her pitch-black hair, the glint of her tiara barely visible in that midnight mass; then her tan and rounded shoulder, bare and flawless before him, visible through the tangled mass of glossy blackness. The combination of the smoothness and roundness of the skin, glistening with sweat, was sexuality made manifest. Just below the similarly smooth muscles of her back, he saw the soft, crisp, red satin of her bustier, tightly smooth against her body, reflecting the lights from above, and just below that there was a tiny glimpse of the golden belt that shone so brilliantly in the bright illumination of the dressing room. Below that he could make out the twin humps of her star-covered ass, the tightness of the satin fabric defining the shape of her cheeks. And, finally, below that, the highly polished red leather of her boots, radiant in the light. Encased within the supple leather, he could make out the outlines of her calves, tightening and loosening as she swayed, trying to gratify him.
As she sucked, first rapidly, then slower, her body swayed back and forth on her knees, first away from him, and then toward him. As she leaned back slightly, he admired the brilliance of the golden eagle breastplate that had, until now, protected her wondrous tits. The gold satin thread reflected the ceiling lights intensely, so that it was near impossible to see the nipples and breasts that were revealed through the tears.
This was his deepest fantasy, Valdez’s most secret dream. He had Wonder Woman—Wonder Woman, for Christ’s sake—on her knees before him. Twice in the last few hours he had defeated her. For the second time she was giving him a blowjob. There she was! Look at her, on her knees; sucking him; in her costume, that costume that had created fear in all the other men she had tangled with. Listen! If you listen carefully, as she moved, you could hear the soft rustling of the satin. It sounded like a whisper of air moving across a field of grass.
He spasmed again. The once-mighty Amazon Maid abruptly cut off her oral gratifications, and, though still holding him in her mouth, she looked up at his face, fearing reprisal. What she saw was merely bliss. He was in no condition to exact any punishment. He swayed, the sexual energy enervating him. She continued her ministrations, carefully orchestrating the actions of teeth, tongue, and lips to ensure his gratitude. Her heart pounded, as she hoped for a moment when she could escape. But with each of the rapid beats, more weakness flooded her body.
Minutes passed. Valdez groaned. Finally, able to withstand the sexual activity surrounding his cock any longer, he exploded. Stream after stream of cum shot against the back of the heroine’s throat and down her gullet. The Princess released him, but because she continued to hold his prick in her hands, the continuing torrent of white, soupy substance shot now into her beautiful face, running down her cheeks and getting caught in her hair. More of the jism spilled from her mouth and rolled down her jaw and neck, stopping to gather at the top of, and between, her breasts. She hacked, swallowing some of his manhood, expelling some.
As she released him, Valdez stumbled toward the nearest wall, seeking support for his spent body. No sexual experience he had ever had could match this one. Not only in terms of the stimulation he had undergone, but also in terms of the excitement his imagination had sensed as a result of the uniform and the heroic persona before him.
The powerless superheroine, on her knees, her face and body covered with the man’s cum felt the same humiliation that she had felt hours earlier. The desire to strike back that this raised in her was immediately quenched by the drug, so that she felt even weaker. She didn’t know whether she would be able to stand up.
Leaning against the wall, Valdez watched as the Amazon Maid struggled to get to her feet. ‘Wondercunt,’ he said softly. Shaking his head, he continued, ‘Unbelievable.’ He closed his eyes, reliving the moment. His erection returned.
Wonder Woman wanted to get to her feet. She felt the sticky mass forming a crust around her mouth and across her shoulders. Her hands, placed on the floor, helped her to get from her knees and to get one foot under her. But she got no further.
‘NNnngghhh-uugghhhlll!!’ she cried out as she pitched forward to the floor. Jonas struck her between the shoulder blades with a four-foot length of pipe. The sound of the blow and the Amazon’s mixture of groan and cry of pain pulled Valdez from his trance. He looked toward the center of the room and saw his partner raising his weapon over his head, holding it in both hands, preparing to bring it down again on the fallen body of the heroine. Wonder Woman was splayed out on her stomach, legs spread, her manacles reaching out over her head.
The beautiful Amazon Maid gathered herself to rise, pulling her knees up beneath her. Once again, the greater weakness came, like a thief in the night, stealing away her ability to fight back, though not the will to do so. Wonder Woman struggled to pull her knees beneath her hips and to get her hands beneath her shoulders that she might push herself to all fours. She had almost made it when the next blow smashed into her back and side, just above her golden belt. ‘UuuggghhhHHH!’ she cried out and fell to the floor again.
Valdez saw the blood smeared across the face of his comrade. As Jonas breathed deeply during this attack, a bubble of blood formed and burst at his nostril. The blood was a bright red in colour, indicating that severe damage had been done. But Valdez didn’t want Jonas’ desire for vengeance to destroy his plaything. As the sandy-haired White House operative raised the pipe for a third time, Valdez forced himself toward him, shouting, ‘No! No, stop! Jonas, no!’
Jonas heard his partner’s calls and paused, holding the pipe above his head. He canted his head slightly to look at his partner. Obviously, the blows that the Amazon captive had landed against him had had an effect, and it was for them that Jonas had attacked her. But he listened to Valdez when he approached, releasing one hand from the pipe and letting the other hand drop to his side, holding the weapon. He looked at Valdez as he explained the advantages of the plaything prisoner before him. His mouth, smeared with blood, widened into a grin.
Meanwhile, Wonder Woman gathered herself to rise yet again. The pounding she had taken with the pipe had drained her reserves. Her weakness only slowly fled and the captive Princess pulled herself to her hands and knees. When she reached that point, she felt Jonas’ large hands grab her hips and strongly pull them toward him. Still weak, the heroine offered resistance. ‘N-no,’ she croaked.
‘Shut up, you cunt!’ Jonas growled through the blood. His fingers reached into her star-spangled tights and pulled them over her round, muscular hips.
Once again, the Amazon attempted to resist him. ‘No!’ she declared, more determinedly. She rose up on her knees and reached back to try to pull his hand away from her, but her chained wrists limited her. As she did so, Valdez’s powerful fist flashed through the air and smashed against her jaw, knocking her face-first to the floor. Dazed, the heroine felt her tights being pulled down her thighs and past her boots. No sooner had the star-spangled part of her uniform been removed than Jonas began to manipulate her clit, at the same time pressing one finger into her dry hole. She twisted, trying to reach back, but Valdez intervened.
‘Come now, my little slut,’ he said quietly. ‘Don’t you think my friend should share the same joy that I achieved? We share all things, me and him.’
‘Must-… stop…’ the Amazon groaned, struggling.
‘Oohh, now. Not now. The time for stopping is long gone.’ Valdez applied his strength to Wonder Woman’s upper body, forcing her again to the floor.
‘That’s right, slut,’ Jonas added. ‘We share everything.’ His thumb and forefinger mercilessly tweaked her clit, while his middle finger danced in and out of her. It was occasionally joined by one or both of the remaining fingers, sawing in and out of her sex. At the same time, the Princess felt Valdez push his hands under her body, reaching beneath the top of her bustier.
‘Uugghhhhh, noooh,’ Wonder Woman moaned. It almost sounded like a whine, as she was increasingly frustrated by her inability to muster the strength to resist. Her anger further fueled her frustration.
In moments, Valdez, straddling her to control the captive Amazon, had pulled her chest up from the floor, the fingers of both hands now circling her nipples, pinching and twisting them, his long fingernails slowly but gradually exciting them to hardness. He supported the powerless woman as her manacled wrists stretched out in front of her, now only resting on the floor, supporting none of her weight. Jonas felt the difference inside her as ever so slowly, despite her resistance, he felt her begin to moisten. ‘Oh, no. Stop.’ Wonder Woman’s raspy voice was just above a hoarse whisper.
Valdez reached his mouth around to the side of her head and his mouth and tongue began searching for her ear. He found her ear lobe first, his tongue flicking the well-known red earring that was one of the Princess’ well-known accessories. He took the earring full into his mouth, tugging on her lobe with his mouth, biting lightly and pulling at the earring with his teeth, stimulating her continuously. His hot breath swirled over and into her ear. Eventually, he progressed to her canal and his tongue plunged deep into that channel. The large Cuban nibbled all of the exposed surfaces, lapped at the whole exterior and interior of her orifice, giving the Amazon no respite from his assault.
Her head dropped as the stimulation to her sexual areas, her breasts, and her ear continued without letup. ‘N-n-nnooo. S-s-stop,’ she stammered, her breaths coming in short gasps. In her mind, Wonder Woman couldn’t fathom her weakness. The more she tried to resist, the more she was determined to resist, the more she wanted to fight the assault on her, the weaker she became. The chains on her wrists took away her strength, she knew, but she had never had her will fail her so. Suddenly, a chill ran through her, up and down her spine, beginning at her breasts and extending to where Jonas was fingering her now-blossoming clit.
‘Ooooohhh, Hhheerrraaahhh! H-hhellp… meee!’ she moaned as her hips bucked for the first time. Jonas pulled back and undid his trousers to release his rising penis. He did not seek to enter her yet. Rather, the partners continued their assault on their prisoner. Jonas pressed himself down on Wonder Woman’s hips, his erect cock lying against the top of her ass. The contact encouraged him even more as his senses were pushed ever higher by the combination of feminine softness and warrior muscularity he felt beneath him. The powerful man continued to work over the unresisting sex of the trapped Amazon.
He felt her dampening hole take his fingers with greater ease. He reached around with his free hand and began massaging her Mound of Venus, looking to heighten her sensuality with a search for responses through a combination of brutality and gentleness. This hand moved freely across and through the pitch-black patch of hair that had been uncovered.
Wonder Woman bucked again, as another chill ran through her entire being. Jonas felt a small gush against fingers that had penetrated the woman under him. He removed them, pressing as forcefully as he could against the Amazon’s Mound. The sudden stimulation coaxed yet another groan from the rocking Amazon.
‘Pllleeeaaassse! S-s-stop! Do- don’t!’ she cried weakly. ‘Ooohh, gods… please… make it stop!’ Wonder Woman’s weakness had possession of her entire body. The physical weakness that had been the result of the Ludovicalamene wouldn’t let her raise a hand to defend herself now. The pounding of her heart accompanied the adrenaline that would have helped her engage these enemies now brought about weakness as the barbiturate slowed her responses, weakened her mental acuity, and drained the strength from her very muscles. Just as had happened hours before, in the hands of these same two men, Wonder Woman, Princess of the Amazons, Champion of All Women, was incapable of acting to save herself.
Valdez and Jonas listened to their captive and smiled. They knew that they had the world’s most desirable woman again at their mercy. They knew that hours earlier they had been satisfied beyond their wildest dreams with her ability to withstand their sexual desires. They knew that their superior had limited what they could do then, for his own reasons. Now, they had no such limitations on them.
The three of them were on the floor of the brightly lit room. Valdez was on his knees straddling Wonder Woman’s back, as she lay facedown beneath him. His hands held her breasts under her bustier, fondling her pink nipples both gently and not-so-gently. As he did so, to the accompaniment of her moans, his erection returned, as firm and as large as before.
Valdez held up Wonder Woman’s upper body. Her chest and her shoulders were elevated from the floor as he worked over her nipples. Her arms extended up past her drooping head, her manacled wrists lying close together and the loop of chain circling between her forearms. The pitch-black hair of the Princess covered almost all of her face, making it virtually impossible to see any of her beautiful features. Glinting amid the tousled hair were glimpses of her golden tiara, the symbol of her rank and status as Amazon royalty. On her bare shoulders, the encrusted semen from Valdez’s earlier humiliation was easily visible. The muscles of her arms, shoulders, and back, usually tight and taut, seemed unusually slack and flaccid, the tanned smoothness of the flawless skin glistening sensually with a coating of perspiration. The pitiful moans of the Princess emerged from under the tangled mass of raven hair.
The red satin of her bustier offered a brilliant sheen in the bright lights. Raised up as she was, her nipples and aureola were masked by Valdez’s hands as he continued to drive her sensuality higher and higher. The torn breastplate seemed even more erotic in this circumstance.
Her hips were on the floor, lying exposed below the golden belt at the base of her satin top. Jonas’ body hid most of her bare hips and ass, but where they were visible, the glistening sheen of sweat heightened their sexuality. Jonas’ hips were pressed full against the buttocks of the helpless heroine, his torso curving upward so that his chest and Valdez’s back rose upward from the prone Amazon almost parallel to one another.
Her legs were spread, her knees bent with her red leather boots perpendicular to the floor. Jonas lay between her bare, sweaty thighs with his hands firmly gripping her hips. He hadn’t penetrated the heroine yet, but he now pushed back onto his knees. ‘It’s time to make her grateful that she’s a Wonder Woman,’ he mocked. With that he pulled her hips up from the floor and pushed himself almost full into her.
‘Nnnnnooooo!!’ she moaned. ‘Oh, pl—please… n-noo,’ she whimpered.
Jonas withdrew slightly, still holding her hips. He moved around, up and down, side to side, and then drove himself again. Still he didn’t fully enter.
‘Aaaaaahhhhh!’ Wonder Woman’s raspy groan issued weakly from beneath the mass of ebony hair. Valdez redoubled his efforts, becoming even gentler in his treatment of her now-highly-sensitive breasts, feeling the tightening nubs of her nipples harden into marbles. He kissed and bit her ear lobe, and plunged his tongue inside, at the same time breathing heavily his hot breath against the side of her face.
Her breathing now came in short, shallow bursts, often accompanied by the moans of her ecstasy, an ecstasy born of rape. Jonas felt the honey issue from her, soaking his scrotum, its sweet smell wafting upward. It acted as an incentive for the sandy-haired operative, as he pulled back to thrust himself, at last, fully home. His face was soaked with sweat and his own breathing was now ragged. He looked down on the unmoving small of the heroine’s back, covered by the glistening golden belt and the sheen of red satin. He saw the unblemished skin of her hips and ass, the musculature creating two smallish humps between his hands.
‘Ggguuhhh-uugghhh!!’ the pinned superheroine bawled as Jonas found his deepest penetration. Now he gave vent to his propensity for rough sex, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks. As he began the rhythmic pounding of her pussy, he occasionally lifted a hand and struck her on her bare ass or brought a fist down on her back.
The helpless Amazon couldn’t resist her attackers. Again she had been beaten. Jonas pulled her yielding body to him as Valdez stepped clear of her torso. The huge sandy-haired American agent pulled himself up, lifting her hips with him, and began ramming his manhood harder and harder into her unresisting sex. He no longer had to hold her to keep control of his captive. As he slapped his hips against her elevated buttocks, he frequently struck with his fists the powerless woman who was at his mercy. Occasionally he grabbed at her dark tresses, pulling her head from the floor drawing an anguished cry from her dry lips. He would then simply allow her head to drop to the tile floor, the sharp ‘crack’ echoing around the locker room.
In unison, their voices joined in a love duet, though this was an act of love forced by one upon the other. Jonas’ throaty baritone tones gradually extended, each grunt becoming longer and fuller as he pounded himself into his victim. The contralto moans of the Amazon Princess, on the other hand, became shorter with each body blow landed as he drove himself home into her again and again. Her victim’s cries came with exhaling and inhaling, creating a frenzy of sound echoing around the room.
Valdez looked down on the defeated heroine. Her beautiful face, still covered with his cum from the earlier degradation he had inflicted, lay on its side, visible through her tangled black hair. He saw a small pool of saliva forming on the floor, the thin line of drool, as from a spinneret, tracing its way back to her open, gasping mouth. The cracks in her ruby lips gave evidence of her treatment at the hands of Liddy’s men. Those lips that had given him such pleasure hardly moved as the sound of her pain escaped.
When Jonas came, it was with the same force and volume that had been shown by his comrade. He locked his arms around Wonder Woman’s bare hips and pulled her strongly onto his prick, shooting himself deep into her. As he did so, just as Valdez had done earlier, a long, powerful groan came from deep in his chest. His rape of the world’s greatest superheroine had given rise to a guttural, animalistic growl of triumph.
When he was finished, he pulled himself from her. He continued to hold her close while his strength and awareness returned. It took a moment for him to gather the vigor to rise to his feet. As he did so, Jonas tossed his prey aside. Wonder Woman rolled onto her back, her leather boots and heels scraping on the floor. A soft groan escaped her lips.
But Valdez was not content. He wasn’t through with the Champion of All Women. Not yet. She lay before him on her back, with her legs slightly spread. If that wasn’t an invitation… he thought.
He pulled her up by her torn breastplate, more of the satin threads giving way. Although the heroine was conscious (Valdez saw that her eyes fluttered open and closed), she swayed wildly, her head lolling from side to side. ‘Once again, my little slut, you must serve your betters,’ he said softly to her. Using his grip on the tattered golden eagle, he pulled her all the way to her feet, although the champion’s red leather boots were clearly unsteady under her. Crushing her golden eagle breastplate, the Cuban agent now had her ample chest in full view. Her pulled her quickly in the direction of a massage table in the corner of the room. Wonder Woman stumbled after him.
‘Jonas,’ he called. ‘Give me a hand with her.’
Jonas steadied the Amazon by firmly gripping her bare, sweaty upper arms in his massive hands. He pushed an guided her from behind, as Valdez pulled her from the front, his own big hand still crushing the gold satin eagle of her breastplate. She staggered across the floor in the hands of the two White House operatives.
By the time Valdez reached the massage table, a huge smile had spread across his face. ‘What will you do, my little slut? What can you do?’ Releasing his grip on her, he seated himself on the leather surface and pulled down his pants and kicked off his shoes.
Jonas placed the heroine directly in front of his partner. Valdez reached out and gently touched her breast. She sighed, ‘N-n-noo… no-not… a-gain….’
‘Yes, my sweet little slut. Again.’ He looked at Jonas, who was also smiling, and then continued, ‘And again, and again, and….’ Jonas started laughing first, and was quickly joined by his comrade.
Valdez leaned his body sideways and lay down on the table. In that position, his erection sat up like a Saturn-5. (At least, that’s how he would have described it.) Jonas immediately understood what was to follow.
As he lifted the defeated Princess from the floor, she tried to resist.‘Hhhhhuugghhh-uugghhh!!’ came from her throat and passed through her cracked red lips. It was the cry of an animal in a trap. She swung her head weakly from side to side, her long black hair now barely waving, so matted with sweat had it become and so weak had become her movements. Wonder Woman tried to kick her legs, but they wouldn’t do more than swing freely and pathetically below her naked hips. A small surplus of Jonas’ deposit rolled down the inside of one of her thighs. She could hardly lift her arms, encumbered with the weight of her chains, but the clinking of the links reminded her captors that they continued to be in control.
Valdez, lying on his back, reached his arms up to receive his plaything. ‘Yes, come to me,’ he said. ‘This is the true Champion of All Women. One after another, she takes her men.’
Jonas placed the helpless victim on the table. ‘Nn-nooo!’ She was on her knees, straddling the hips of the man awaiting her. Her body swayed and she seemed to be trying to raise her head upright.
‘Now come on, Jonas, you can aim better than that.’ Valdez smiled lecherously at his friend.
Jonas placed his hands on her narrow waist and raised her from the leather surface. Her smooth red leather boots slid on the table’s smooth brown leather surface, and small squeals could be heard. The he gingerly slipped her onto his waiting partner.
‘That’s my little slut,’ Valdez sighed breathily. ‘Now, do what you do.’
The stimulation inside the trapped Amazon gave rise to a small movement in her hips. ‘Ooooohhhh,’ she breathed. Her head drooped to her exposed chest again. Jonas made the movements of her hips larger, even lifting and lowering the helpless avenger on his partner’s pole.
‘Yes, you see, you do like it,’ Valdez taunted. ‘The Champion of All Women is the Champion Slut. Say it.’
‘N-n-no-o… no-not… not a… s-….’ Poor Wonder Woman swayed on Valdez’s cock, stimulating herself and him.
‘Oh, but of course you are,’ Valdez countered. ‘Look at yourself. You sucked my cock; you fucked my partner. Now you’re fucking me. Would a woman who wasn’t a Champion Slut do that?’ He reached up and began playing again with her exposed nipples. Weakened beyond resistance, Wonder Woman threw her head back, her long hair falling almost to her waist.
‘Aaaaaaahhhhh!’ She screamed as she cam. The sweet-smelling honeydew flowed from inside her. Instinct took over and Jonas no longer needed to lift the Amazon on Valdez’s surging cock, itself only seconds from discharge. She placed her hands on his chest, and pumped and pumped his manhood. She continued screaming until she had totally exhausted herself.
When the Princess’ hands tore through his shirt, grasping his bare skin, Valdez exploded, both sexually and orally. The caress of the heroine’s silky fingers against the dark skin of his chest was a sensuality he was unprepared for. He arched his back, lifting the powerless creature who straddled him, his cry of ecstasy resounding.
Wonder Woman came again, almost immediately, her body finally surrendering. The heroine had sought to maintain her dignity, even if she lost the battle against these two giants. Viscous liquid poured from her, soaking the Cuban who lay beneath her. As it did so, she fell forward, her chest meeting his. She brought her hands up and placed them behind his neck. The weakening chains were trapped between their heaving bodies. Acting purely on impulse, the beaten heroine pressed her cracked lips to his, pushed her tongue into his mouth, and swept that orifice in search of nothing more than pure sexual gratification.
Jonas began chuckling as he watched the spectacle of the superheroine reduced to strumpet. He reached down and touched her hip, which immediately began moving in a circle, trying to revive Valdez’s now-flaccid manhood. He laughed even more.
Wonder Woman, at long last, freed her mouth from that of her conqueror. Through her dry ruby lips, she croaked, ‘F-f-fu—ck… m-mee… a-gain….’
Valdez, sheer exhaustion marking his face, could only smile weakly at his friend. ‘What did I tell you?’ he said over the whimperings of the broken heroine. ‘Even a Wonder Woman is nothing more than a woman.’
‘It’s my turn with the slut,’ Jonas said, and the anger was clear in his voice.
Valdez nodded. He put his arms around Wonder Woman, savouring the tactile stimulation with her bare, perspiring back, and eased her onto the surface of the leather table. At the same time, he pulled himself from her. But before he allowed Jonas his time with the heroine, Valdez straddled the Amazon Princess’ torso, settling onto his knees, his still-tingling cock hanging down before her. ‘Let her clean me up before you have your time.’
Wonder Woman’s torment still had some time to run.
End of Chapter Four
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