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An adventure of Wonder Woman: the snake in the Caduceus
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Chapter 5
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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
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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