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WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING

This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, 
bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material 
             DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!
    
This story and its material are based on the Wonder Woman TV 
series that aired in the '80s. It is simply one of my fantasy 
episodes. Again, this story contains material of a dark nature. 
If you are offended, do not flame me, just simply ignore this 
posting. 

     *     PROLOGUE     *

     This story starts off where the previous story "The 
Domination of Wonder Woman" ends. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl 
have been captured by the Nazis and taken as prisoners to
Germany. The previous story explains their capture. 

Part 1 of 9.

     *     *     *

     The dull ball of soft white light swayed back and forth like 
the slow swinging arm of a pendulum as it cast waves of dark and 
light shadows across her hazy, sleepy vision. After a time the 
light began to sharpen and the outline of the overhead lamp came 
into focus as Wonder Woman slowly regained consciousness. The 
stone floor was bitter cold and, as the numbness in her body wore 
off, the chilled feeling shot through her skin like needles, 
forcing her to sit up and curl herself into a semi-fetal ball.

      Diana's first reaction was to reach for her magical belt. 
Still dazed and confused she jumped slightly in shock at it was 
nowhere to be found but, she quickly regained her senses and 
remember how she had lost it. "Of course they wouldn't give me my 
belt back." she thought scolding herself like she was an idiot.

     She was suddenly surprised by the fact that, except for her 
bracelets and her lasso, she was wearing the rest of her costume. 
She remembered she had been stripped naked by the countess and 
thought it odd that an enemy like the nazis, especially that 
deviously, filthy witch, would have allowed her the decency of 
remaining dressed after all they did to her when she was 
captured. 

     Being raped was not that much of a shock to Diana. Being in 
the world of men, she knew these things happened to women in such 
a dangerous profession. Besides, her costume didn't exactly say 
hands off and she knew it was very sexually provocative to men. 
She also knew she was very sexually provocative to men and she 
knew it made a very effective weapon. Most male opponents became 
very distracted when faced with a buxom woman wearing something 
resembling a skin tight bathing suit and high heel boots.

     At her home on Paradise island, the amazons would actually 
combat each other by forcing each other to climax. The one who 
lost was the one who was climaxed into submission. Long ago the 
elders decided this would be a more humane way of settling 
disputes. The winner got what they wanted and the loser was so 
placated by the sexual act that she did not want to fight 
anymore. Plus the two combatants were forced to share an intimate 
bond, forcing them to deal more closely with each other. How can 
you hate a person who just made you pass out from climaxing. This 
eliminated a great deal of animosity, jealousy and hatred in 
their society and brought them closer together as one sisterhood. 
Of course women could still settle arguments through standard 
physical combat but that was always thought of as "the man's 
way". The only bad thing about this system was the fact that 
there ended up being a great deal of "disputes" over minor 
things. Still, no one on the island ever argued about the process 
and it was extremely popular.

     Their attempts at tearing her down were not just a base 
sexual act however. She knew she was also an icon, a symbol to 
the Americans. Breaking her will and dominating her was a show of 
strength, a way to humiliate her and the U.S.A. She knew she had 
to fight harder next time and the only way to do that was to beat 
them at their own game and not to break.

     The physical exertion she had gone through had completely 
subsided. Even without her belt, her meta-human body was able to 
regenerate quickly. Except for the dull and slightly dizzying 
affects of the anesthetics they used, she had fully recovered. 

     As she wiggled about, she could hear the clinking of metal 
as the iron manacles and chains she wore slowly slid down her 
body and toward the floor. Her hands were shackled and chained 
behind her back and they were attached to a heavy iron belt that 
sat snugly around her waist and rested on top of her curvaceous 
hips. Her upper arms were pinned together by another set of 
shackles that were clamped just above her elbows and which kept 
her from moving her arms about. 

     A thick, heavy chain ran from her cuffs, through an eye loop 
in the belt, down the back of her legs and to two sets of iron 
cuffs which were clamped around each leg just at the top of each 
knee and around each ankle. The shackles at her knees and her 
ankles were clamped together keeping her long, muscular legs 
bound tightly into one shapely mass. Another chain ran from the 
front of the ankle cuffs, back up the front of her legs and into 
one of several eye loops that bordered her iron belt. From the 
belt, on each side of her hips and from her front and back, four 
chains ran up her body and hooked to an iron collar which sat 
tightly around her long, tender neck. 

     Over her mouth was clamped a wide, leather gag. The inside 
of it was lined with a soft, foam padding which formed tightly 
over her lips and cheeks, preventing even the loudest sound from 
escaping. The gag also had a Y shaped depressor affixed to the 
inside which was inserted in her mouth and which prevented her 
from making any form of audible sound. The gag was attached by 
several thick, leather straps which ran around her head, past her 
cheeks and over the top of her head. They were clamped securely 
in place with several small buckles and her long, brunette hair 
sat lazily over them, hiding them from view.   

     She sat in a ball, her legs curled to one as she examined 
the cell she was in. The walls were made of thick, huge stones 
and the door was big and massive. Even with her belt on it would 
be and impressive obstacle to overcome. The lamp overhead was a 
simple light bulb with a metal hood dangling from a thick cord 
that hung from the ceiling. It continued to sway back and forth 
indicating to Wonder Woman that she was a very recent visitor to 
this cell. The shackled remains of a mummified skeleton in one 
corner told her she was also not the first.

     As she scoured the room, she spied something shiny laying on 
the floor. Slinking down and wiggling across the stone floor like 
some exotic snake, she made her way toward several, small glass 
fragments which twinkled like diamonds under the swaying lamp. 
Upon closer inspection, however, she let out a slight gasp of 
shock. They were burned out flash bulbs. 

     "Obviously, the Nazis decided to take some propaganda 
pictures of their bound and gagged prize." she thought. "I wonder 
how many of them were of me WITH my clothes on?" she mused 
knowing full well how vulnerable she was and how easy it would 
have been for them to take advantage of her. 

     The world of men had many things that were unheard of on 
Paradise island, locks were one of these. Paradise island had 
none but the outside world was full of them. Dealing with these 
new obstacles forced Diana to acquire some less than noble 
warrior skills, one of which was lock picking. After sliding 
about a bit she picked up one of the flash bulbs with her fingers 
and relieved it of its spent wire filament. She then relaxed and 
proceeded to work on her manacles.

     After about an hour of frustrating picking, the manacles 
around her wrist slackened as the locks opened. Suddenly, just as 
she was about to pull her hands free, the door to the cell opened 
and two Nazi SS soldiers walked in and stood at attention to 
either side of the doorway. Following them was a tall, dark hared 
woman Diana easily recognized as the countess. Behind her, two 
men wearing high ranking uniforms followed her in and all three 
stood over the prone and helpless heroine.

     "Zo! This is the BIG American secret weapon Wonder Woman 
eh?" said one of the men causing the others to chuckle in 
amusement. Diana stared up defiantly at her kidnappers. "How dare 
you mock me! By Hera I'll have your heads!" she thought to 
herself, twisting her shoulders in a show of resistance.

     "I zee she is very... spirited." said the other officer as 
he stared slowly and lasciviously over her bare legs and full 
chest. "Quite well endowed too I might add. You are right 
Frauline, she will make excellent breeding stock for the Third 
Reich."

     Diana's eyes bulge in utter shock at his statement. "Oh 
Great Hera! What have I gotten into?" she thought as a sinking 
feeling of intense gloom came over her.

     "Take ze woman to ze lab." ordered the countess as she 
flicked her hand at Wonder Woman and walked out the door with the 
two officers. "We have much work to do and I'm eager to get 
started." she added.

     The two guards picked up the twisting, thrusting heroine by 
her shoulders and stood her up. As one held her in place, the 
other unshackled her legs so she could walk. Then, with brutal 
shoves from a rifle butt, Wonder Woman was forcefully coaxed down 
a maze of hallways and into the lab. The guards brought her to a 
heavy wooden chair and she let out several objectionable grunts 
as they forced her to sit. 

     The lab was a large, bland, rectangular room about 30 foot 
square. Down the middle of the room were several long tables 
draped with white, doctor's table clothes. A whole plethora of 
beakers, microscopes, operating equipment, text books and the 
like dominated the tables. Along the back wall of the room, three 
operating style tables sat under a set of overhead doctor's 
lamps. Several bottles of oxygen and anesthetic, along with other 
breathing apparatus surrounded them and a row sinks sat off to 
one side. Along the walls, at various points, were very small, 
iron cages embedded in the walls which resembled small holding 
pens but which were tall enough for a person to stand up in. The 
walls were lined with bookshelf after bookshelf of textbooks, 
equipment and documents.

     At this point the countess had slipped out of her coat and 
was busy putting on a blue operating smock. "You may unshackle 
her elbows. She will not be able to escape." ordered the countess 
as she tied her apron ribbons.

     "Vat are you going to do vit her?" asked one of the 
officers. "She is a valuable prize and one the Feurer will be 
proud of!" he barked.

     "Don't worry my leibshin." she replied running her hand 
under his chin. "Your fuerer will get is precious PRIZE, though 
she may not be as spirited as when she first arrived. I simply 
want to find out what makes her "tick"." she said shooting the 
bound heroine a wicked grin.

     "Go NOW! All of you! My assistant and I have much work to 
do." the countess ordered as she began to slip on a pair of 
rubber gloves. As all the men left, a young, attractive blonde 
came into the room and walked past them without paying any 
attention, turning her nose up at them like they were inferior 
scum. She was rather thin, tall and wore a white lab coat with a 
blouse and tight skirt underneath. Her hair was pinned up on top 
of her head and a pair of thick glasses dominated her face making 
her look older than she really was. She walked up to the countess 
and, as the door shut, the two women gave each other an 
affectionate peck.

     "Remove her gag." ordered the countess. 

     The assistant walked behind Wonder Woman, unbuckled the 
bondage device and removed it. Diana made several odd puckering 
gestures with her mouth as she tried to loosen up her lips and 
get them wet again.

     "I hope your stay here at castle Orlaph isn't too 
unpleasant." the countess said leaning over Wonder Woman and 
grabbing her by the chin. "We're saving the unpleasant parts for 
later." she said smiling. Suddenly, she took her hand and smacked 
it hard across Diana's cheek, causing the large brunette's hair 
to splash across her face like a tidal wave of angry water. The 
Amazon quickly jerked her head back forward and stared defiantly 
at the countess without shedding one tear. For a slight 
moment, the countess's face lost its air of superiority and she 
was taken back slightly at the woman's stone faced demeanor. She 
then stepped backward and walked to the center of the room.

     "This, and the surrounding catacombs, used to be the royal 
dungeon. This room was the Baron's torture chamber." she said 
waving her hands about as though she were showing off a model 
home in anywhere USA. "Great, and I bet its got two baths and a 
garage." thought Diana as she stared angerily at the woman.

     The countess continued to recite her families history 
unaware that Diana was slowly working her hands free of the only 
remaining shackles that kept her bound. The assistant had walked 
over to one of the tables and was busy doing some paper work on a 
clipboard.

     After about ten minutes of the life styles of the rich and 
perverted, the countess finished her explanation of her family's 
history and walked back over to Wonder Woman. "Zo, what shall we 
do first?" the countess asked rhetorically, fully expecting not to 
get a reply.

     "How about "tie up the countess"." calmly replied Wonder 
Woman bouncing her head from side to side and sprouting a dopey 
smile like some oversized barbie doll. The countess's eyes grew 
slightly puzzled at the unexpected response. Suddenly, with 
blinding speed, Diana fired off a powerful high kick, sending the 
dark hared woman rolling to the floor.

     The assistant dropped her clipboard and immediately rushed 
the seated amazon. Like a leopard, the now free Diana sprang to 
life and wrapped one of her free chains around the assistant's 
neck, putting her in a dire choke hold. The two women twisted 
about with Wonder Woman having the definite upper hand. 

     Then, from the side, the countess plowed into Wonder Women 
sending the two of them to the floor and the assistant staggering 
off gasping for life.

     The two brunettes rolled about the floor like a pair of 
hissing alley cats. Punches, kicks, clawing and hair pulling 
dominated the wrestling match as both women fought feverishly to 
control the other. The two traveled about the room, rolling over 
the lab tables and sending each other into the walls and 
furniture as they held onto each others hair in an intense cat 
fight for life and death. 

	Both women rolled about wildly as they grabbed and choked 
each other, writhing and twisting in a feverish attempt to gain 
the upper hand. After several minutes of kicking and punching, 
they both sailed over a table and formed a pile of twisting, 
wiggling legs, arms and hips on the floor. The assistant, now 
recovered and eager to help her mistress, stood over the two 
combatants holding a large blackjack in a ready position waiting 
to land a winning blow against Wonder Woman. Like some frustrated 
camper waiting to swat an annoying mosquito, she stood over the 
two women, raising the club up and down as she tried to take 
careful aim. Then, with a forceful swing she struck.

     "BLAM!"

     Both women lay motionless on the floor as the assistant 
dropped her guard and leaned over the pile of legs, hair and ass 
to examine her handy work.

     "Mistress... " squeaked the blonde in a soft, mouse like 
voice as she reached down to examine the two girls. Suddenly, a 
large, muscular leg shot out and Diana side kicked the assistant 
in the stomach, sending her staggering backward, stunned. With 
her cat-like reflexes, Diana jumped up and plowed into the much 
smaller girl, sending both of them into a large bookcase. Like a 
dam bursting, the books poured off the shelves and came crashing 
down over both struggling women, burying them in a pile of tech 
notes and journals. 

     The pile surged and pulsated as the two women fought. Then, 
both girls burst to the surface with Wonder Woman behind the 
young girl, having the definite advantage. Diana's left arm 
was wrapped around the girl's upper chest, clamping the blonde's 
arms to her sides at the elbows. The young blonde twisted about 
wildly as Diana settled down and leaned into her younger prey.

     "My you're spunky." said Wonder Woman sarcastically. "Maybe 
you would like a taste of your own medicine." she continued as 
she reached around the front of the girl with her free hand and 
sliding her fingers between the girl's legs.

     The assistant let out a defiant squeal as Diana pushed her 
fingers past the girl's underpants and slipped them deep between 
her sweaty, wet lips. The girl's hips bucked and pushed as Diana 
started rubbing her slowly and forcefully up and down in a wildly 
erotic fashion. 

     The amazon's first three fingers slid inside the girl and 
Diana began oscillating them in and out of her, pumping them in a 
ruthlessly rhythmic fashion. At the same time, Diana's thumb slid 
up the girl's vagina and over her clitoris. Using her thumb, she 
began rubbing and pushing hard on the poor girl's clit, sending 
the young assistant into a spiral of overwhelming sensations.

     The assistant was panting and moaning heavily now as Wonder 
Woman stepped up her forceful massage. As she masturbated the 
young girl, Diana pulled her wide, motherly hips over the 
blonde's tight, small rear and began sliding them slowly up and 
down over the young girl's ass, riding the girl's gyrations. Both 
women lost all sense of reality and time as Diana forced the 
young girl to build toward inevitable defeat.

     The amazon then loosened her left arm's pinning grip and ran 
her hand across the young girl's breasts. The girl let out a 
shriek of sexual excitement as each nipple was brushed. Diana 
then slid her hand down the girl's blouse and under her bra, 
cupping the assistant's left breast and used this grip to pin the 
girl. Diana's hand squeezed and massaged the plump, little breast 
as she continued to feverishly stroke the girl. 

     The assistant's struggles grew more violent and Diana knew 
the end was near. Stepping up her efforts, the amazon began 
slamming her three fingers in and out of the girl, expanding and 
twisting them as she increased the pumping to an ever 
intensifying pace. At the same time, she grabbed the young girl's 
nipple with her two finger and began pinching it wildly. 

     "NO! I will never surrender!" screamed the assistant as her 
breathe began to quicken. 

     "Oh you don't have a choice." replied Diana. "Now you know 
what they did to me. How do you like it?" she barked rubbing the 
girl even harder.

     "You deserved it! You were captured! That's what happens to 
prisoners!" gasped the feverishly twisting assistant.

     "Maybe so but now you're MY prisoner. So long!" Diana 
replied. 

     With a change in her rhythm, the amazon pushed her fingers 
deep and hard into the girl and, at the same time, she squeezed 
the girl's breast, pinching the nipple incredibly hard. The young 
blonde surged upward in one last defiant effort, tightening her 
body in a futile attempt at resistance.

     "GGGNNNNNNUUUUUGGGHHH...   NNNOOOOO!!!!!" the girl screamed 
as she exploded upward in climax and wailed in ecstasy. Diana let 
the girl go and she dropped hard and fast to the floor, curling 
up into a small ball of quivering defeat, clutching her crotch 
and her breasts as she rode out the last of the sensation. 

     Suddenly, Diana went staggering face first into the bookshelf as 
the countess plowed into her from behind. "She's MINE! How DARE you!" 
screamed the countess as she slapped Diana hard across the face 
several times. Diana fought back, diving into the countess and 
slapping her hard in the face and head. Both girls grabbed each 
other in a heavy wrestling choke hold and both plowed into more 
bookcases and tables.

     Diana, having a far more muscular body, finally gained 
control and flipped her weaker opponent onto one of the tables. 
Leaning over the struggling countess, Diana grabbed the woman by 
her hands and pinned her flailing arms over her head to the 
table. Using one hand she held the countess's arms there as she 
pulled the woman's lab coat open and lifted up her skirt.

     "Now for you, you BITCH!" screamed Wonder Woman as she 
forced her hips between the countess's legs to hold them apart. 
With her free hand she gave the woman's panties a quick yank and 
ripped them off her hips. 

     "UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! HOW DARE YOU!" spat the fiery madam as 
Wonder Woman relieved her of her undergarment. "I am a QUEEN, a 
GODDESS! No one takes ME! NO ONE!!!" she screamed.

     "No one until now." Diana replied. Raising her fingers like 
a snake, she formed them into a pointed, cone shape and plunged 
them hard into the gyrating countess. The dark hared Nazi 
screamed wildly as Diana's long fingers slide slowly and deeply 
into the woman. Diana then began pumping her hand in and out as 
she slammed wave after wave of erotic pleasure deep into the 
helpless countess. 

     The countess panted and hissed as Diana continued to build 
the pressure. The experience of being taken was turning her on 
but the added vision of Wonder Woman's massive cleavage was 
overwhelming. As she pumped and pushed, the amazon's large 
breasts heaved and rippled with the same rhythm. Seeing the 
Nazi's line of sight Diana looked down at her cleavage and back 
at the woman.

     "You like these don't you?" Diana said sarcastically as she 
stared the woman in the eye. "I bet you'd love to touch them. 
They are so much better than yours." she mocked.

     The countess leaned her head up and replied with a heavy 
spat that hit Diana above her left breast and trickled down 
slowly over its spherical curvature. Diana simply grinned 
at this futile act and then looked about the room. Then, with a 
wide, wicked smile her scanning stopped. The countess turned 
her head and stared at what Diana was fixated on. 

     A large mortar sat loose on the table. It was about two 
inches in diameter and about 6 inches long. Most of it was 
cylindrical except for the end of it, which narrowed and then 
widened to a ceramic ball. Diana reached out and grabbed it with 
her free hand. At the same time, the countess realized her fate 
and began struggliing wildly in an effort to escape.

     "Remember what you did to me?" Diana said holding up the 
mortar to show the countess. "Now its my turn."

End of Part 1