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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. 


Part 2 of 9.
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     With a forceful thrust, Diana plunged the ceramic implement 
into the countess's wet vagina, sending the Nazi into a violent, 
screaming frenzy. Her hips bucked and surged frantically as the 
rounded head parted her lips and slid slowly inside. Diana 
twisted and slid the mortar up and down and side to side 
maliciously as she inched it deeper and deeper into the screaming 
countess.

     "NO! No one breaks ME! NO ONE!" the woman continued to 
scream as the implement went all the way in. Diana then pushed 
her hips deep in between the countess's legs and held the mortar 
in place with her pelvis. Using her pelvis, she began sliding the 
end of the mortar around in a violently circular fashion, driving 
the woman insane with ecstasy.

     With her free hand, Diana then cupped her own breast and 
began taunting the countess, knowing the woman's infatuation with 
it. She squeezed and massaged it slowly, letting the woman see it 
bulge and ripple as it shifted about.

     "I'm going to bang you really good for this you American 
BITCH!" screamed the tightening countess. "Just wait till I get 
my hands... my hands... no... No... NO!" The countess began 
panting and barking NO over and over as the climax began to 
build. 

     Suddenly Wonder Woman reeled in pain as the assistant broke 
a heavy wooden chair across her back and sent her staggering and 
spinning backward toward one of the wooden, shelf lined walls. 
With a loud KATHUNK the amazon's wide back slammed into the wall 
sending a huge shock wave through it. As she shook off the blow 
and righted herself, the support for one of the shelves over her 
head gave way and the shelf tipped, sending its contents 
plummeting downward. With a loud crash, a series of glass 
beakers, books, pestles and other brick-a-brack broke over 
Diana's head, sending the heroine inch by inch to her knees like 
some humorous three stooges gag. The dazed heroine was naturally 
caught completely off guard as the two revived women plowed head 
on into her.

     The three fighting women went to the ground in a tangle of 
flailing arms, legs and hair. For several minutes there appeared 
to be no clear victor as the incredible cat fight continued. 
Then, the countess, using some combat training of her own, and 
also feverishly driven by the near climatic experience she just 
went through, slipped her body under Diana's and wrapped her arm 
around the amazon's neck. Using her other free hand she grabbed 
the woman's right arm and pulled it hard behind her back and up 
between her shoulder blades.

     "I can't hold ze bitch for long!" the countess screamed at 
the assistant as Wonder Woman kicked and twisted, "Quickly, get 
ze chloroform!" 

     With that the assistant sprang to her feet, letting go of 
Diana's thrusting legs, and ran to one of the tables. Picking up 
a small bottle and a cotton wad, she soaked the cotton with the 
anesthetic as she rushed back to help her mistress.

     Diana surged and writhed as she saw the young girl 
approaching. With all her remaining strength she twisted her 
shoulders and arms in an attempt to free herself. The countess 
was too good however and Diana began to thrash her head about 
wildly in panic as the young girl brought the pad closer to her 
face. Again the girl sat waiting for the right moment to strike. 
Then, as Diana's head turned toward the front, the girl clamped 
the cotton over Wonder Woman's nose and mouth, pinning her head 
straight and forcing the amazon to breath in the anesthetic.

     "MMMMMMMMBBLLLMMM!!" 

     Diana's chest surged upward defiantly as she twisted about 
in a vain attempt to escape. After a few moments, the heroine's 
struggles began to slow as the fumes sapped her strength, drawing 
away her will power. Her loud mumbles turned to soft moans and 
her wildly darting eyes began to relax and slowly close as she 
surrender to the drug. As the buxom heroine relaxed, the countess 
and the assistant loosened their grip, confident in the fact they 
had won.

     Suddenly, with her last ounce of strength, Wonder Woman 
elbowed the countess in the gut and, at the same time, kicked the 
assistant in the abdomen as hard as she could. The young girl 
collapsed to the ground in agony dropping the anesthetic soaked 
wad. Quickly, Diana picked up the pad and shoved it into the 
countess's face. The countess twisted and cried wildly as the 
cotton soaked away her strength. The fumes took their toll and 
soon the dark hared witch's eyes grew heavy. With a low moan the 
countess collapsed into unconsciousness.

     "GUARD!" cried the assistant roughly as she gasped to regain 
her breathe. Diana lunged on top of the young girl and smothered 
her face with the pad. She too struggled wildly but soon 
surrendered to the overpowering fumes. The girl collapsed and 
Wonder Woman sat back in exhaustion staring at the two 
unconscious Nazis.

     "Hera! They almost had me." Wonder Woman said softly as she 
held her head and clumsily got to her feet. "Whoa, still dizzy 
woman. I've got to shake this." The chloroform had severely 
weakened her and it was an act of shear will power that was 
keeping her awake. After a few moments, she regained her senses 
and the dizziness faded.

     "I guess the guards were ordered not to interfere. So much 
the better." she said wrapping her arms under the countess's 
shoulders and dragging the woman's unconscious body to one of the 
lab tables. With a degree of effort, Diana picked up the woman 
and sat her on the table. Picking up a roll of surgical tape, she 
placed the anesthetic soaked cotton over the Nazi's nose and mouth 
and taped it in place, wrapping the spool several times around 
her head. Then, rolling the countess on her side, Diana crossed 
the woman's hands behind her back and wrapped dozens of loops of 
tape around her wrists, arms and shoulders, securing her upper 
body. Rolling the countess onto her back, Diana then grabbed the 
woman's legs and cocooned them with a few dozen more loops of 
tape. She then picked up a white towel and tied it around the 
Nazi's eyes, completely blindfolding the woman. The countess 
moaned and slid her legs slightly as Diana continued to secure 
her. As a final precaution, the amazon took the leather restraint 
straps from the table and lashed the woman down, securing her 
from falling off the table.

     "There! You're not the only one who's good at bondage." 
Diana chuckled to herself as she stood with her hands on her hips 
gloating over the bound and gagged countess. At home, when she 
was a young girl, Diana and her friends would often ambush each 
other in the jungle and tie each other up. It was much more 
humane than hunting and it taught them valuable tracking and 
capture skills. Sometimes she liked to lose and let the others 
tie her to a tree or leave her bound and gagged in the grass. 
Other times it was an incredible turn on to ambush and tie her 
friends. She got very good at stalking and capturing them. Of 
course the loser had to be taught a lesson. There were penalties 
for being captured and the victor would often take sexual 
advantage of her prize. This was the real turn on and these 
memories always stayed in the back of Diana's mind. Maybe that's 
why she loved this kind of work and why she would take risks the 
way she did.  

     "nnnmmmmm..." moaned the blonde assistant as she shifted 
slightly on the floor. Diana rushed over to one of the lab tables 
and quickly made up another cotton of ether. Picking the girl up, 
the amazon carried her to the chair that Diana was first seated 
in and plopped her in it. Using more tape, she secured the cotton 
over the blonde's mouth and taped it in place. She then taped 
each of the girl's arms to the chair's armrests and each leg to a 
separate chair leg. After she was done, Wonder Woman stood back 
and stared proudly at her handy work. "Now to find Dru and get 
out of here." she said as she slipped out another door at the 
back of the lab.

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     Drucella awoke an hour ago. She had spent sometime trying to 
free herself but with no success. The device she was tied to held 
her too firmly in place and now she sat staring in curiosity at 
her strange surroundings and rolling her eyes every once in a 
while in sheer boredom. 

     Wonder Girl had awoke in a cell similar to Diana's. She, 
however, was not shackled. Instead, she was tied into an 
incredibly, unusual machine. The machine was made of steel tubing 
with rubber padding and resembled a really odd weight training 
machine. She was in a standing position with her legs spread at 
about a 30 degree angle. Her ankles were shackles and held in 
place by two stiff rods that were anchored to the base of the 
machine.

     Her upper body was bent at her thighs and her stomach rested 
on a soft padded seat leaving her large, plump breasts dangling 
in mid air. The seat and her ankle clamps forced the girl's rear 
end to stand high and out from the rest of her body. From the 
side she looked like a human number 7 with her rear being the 
bend at the top.

     Her arms were stretched out in front of her at a wide angle 
and shackled in place by two more thick, firm rods which were 
anchored to the base of the machine. In her mouth was inserted a 
soft, clothe ball which was held in place by leather straps that 
were buckled around her head, effectively gagging her. Unlike 
Diana however, Dru lay shivering slightly as she was completely 
naked, her costume and belt being nowhere in sight.

     In all, she was in a very prone and helpless position but 
the young heroine seemed more curious and perplexed than fearful 
of the situation. The last couple of days' events seemed 
fascinating to her. "Why were the outsiders so curious up about 
sex?" she thought. "Hera! We never do anything like that on 
Paradise island. Its SOOOO boring. Ritual this and ritual that." 
she thought as she jerked her arms and legs every once in a while 
to test her bonds.

     After a few moments, the big, oak door to the cell creaked 
open and two women slowly entered. Drucella had never seen them 
before and was slightly astonished by their outfits. The first 
woman was tall, thin and had waves of curly red hair that flowed 
over her head, shoulders and back like water over a slow, gentle 
waterfall. She seemed older and had a very firm face with a 
strong jaw and narrow, sophisticated eyes. Her body was shapely 
but nothing compared to Dru's or Diana's. Instead it was very 
thin and defined with very little body fat. 

     Her outfit was very skimpy and made from a very dull, black 
leather material. Her bra was a halter made from two leather cups 
tied together and around her back by several thick leather 
straps. The straps were buckled to two steel rings, one between 
her breasts and the other on her back. Her crotch was covered 
with a thick, leather pad with four straps, two on each side, 
which ran over the top of her hips and around the sides where her 
legs met her hips. The straps buckled together just above her 
buttocks to a third ring and a thick strap ran between her small 
cheeks, between her legs and buckled to the front leather pad, 
completing her bottom. A thick strap ran from a metal ring 
between her breasts, down her stomach and buckled to the top 
of the leather patch over her crotch. More straps ran from the 
ring on her chest, over her shoulders and to the ring on her back. 
A third thick strap ran from the same ring to a studded 
collar around her neck. Her legs were very long and were covered 
up to the middle of her thighs by a pair of shiny, black, leather 
boots with 6 inch, hi heels. Around each wrist she wore a pair of 
leather bands similar to the collar around her neck.

     The other woman was shorter and had a head of short black 
hair which was worn almost like a boys except it was much fuller 
and thicker. One side of it hung lazily over her left eye, almost 
blocking it out. She had a full wide face with a petite nose, 
full thick lips and big brown eyes. Her body was more robust than 
the red heads with a thick pair of thighs, a wide, motherly set 
of hips, a narrow waste and a wide chest. Her breasts were very 
large and globular and were pushed together to form a grand 
valley of cleavage by a pink laced support bra. The bra was some 
sort of undergarment made from some soft, semi transparent 
material which revealed parts of her nipples, and was decorated 
with a series of frilly laces. Her panties were made of the same 
pink, frilly material and hung loosely around her wide hips. Over 
her stomach she wore a pink hose support. Two support clips ran 
down each leg over the front and back and clipped to a pair of 
pink, fish net stockings. These ran all the way from her thighs 
to her feet and were capped off by a pair of shiny black 6 
inch heels. She wore a very sheer, pink robe which dragged along 
the floor and which was transparent enough to allow one to see 
her shape as a silhouette underneath it.

     "Zo this is the little kinder they told us about." said the 
red head teasingly, "Ze great Vunder Girl. She doesn't look zo 
dangerous too me Inga." she said bending forward with her knees 
locked and looking sarcastically into the young girl's face.

     "Oh I don't know Gretchen." said the dark hared woman as she 
walked around to the back of Wonder Girl, staring intently at her 
young, plump rear end. "Looks can be deceiving. I zink we should 
interrogate her very carefully." she added letting out a slight 
chuckle.

     "Ve have ways of making prisoners talk my dear." Inga said 
to Dru, "You should not have let us capture you."

     "No matter Inga." said Gretchen, "She will soon learn what 
happens to pretty, costumed heroines who make the mistake of 
being caught." she giggled.

     "MMMMMM" mumbled Drucella as she curiously stared around the 
room and tried to follow the two strange women. The red head 
sauntered around the other side of Dru, sliding her long black 
fingernails slowly under the young girl's chin, and walked up to 
Inga. Inga pushed a button on the wall behind Dru and a large 
panel slid open revealing a set of shelves containing an 
impressive array of various "sex toys". Still unable to see the 
impending collection of paraphernalia behind her Dru wiggled 
about calmly, wondering why these women were acting so strange. 
Suddenly she tightened slightly as she felt a hand slowly caress 
her left buttock.

     "Very nice." said Inga in a pleased voice. "Very 
responsive." Inga gave the cheek a slight slap causing a small 
wave to ripple through it. Dru let out a gruff "MMMMBLM" in 
defiance. "By HERA! What are they doing.."

     "WHACK!"

     "MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"

     Dru screamed in panic as the first paddle board came down 
hard across her ass. As soon as Inga's board swung back, 
Gretchen's board hit home sending another huge wave through 
Drucella's cheeks and caused the helpless heroine to scream again 
in shock. 

     Her head thrashed about in desperate panic as the two women 
continued to slap her rear. Again and again the boards came down 
on her ass sending wave after wave of sharp pain through 
Drucella's mind. With each whack came an accompanying "MPH!" from 
Dru as the rhythm increased.

     Like two railroad workers pounding away at a spike, the two 
dominatrix happily swatted the feisty young heroine, teaching her 
some unspoken but understood lesson about obedience and the fate 
of a prisoner.

     After several minutes, the two women stopped and patted the 
young girl's rear affectionately. Dru's buttocks were now cherry 
red and she could feel them hum softly as her numb cheeks 
resonated from the rhythmic spanking. She shook her hips back and 
forth in defiance as she tried to free herself from her bonds.

     As the young heroine continued to struggle, the two women 
walked back over to the cabinet and returned the paddles. 

     "She's so feisty." said Inga looking sideways at the 
gyrating Wonder Girl and sprouting an amused grin.

     "Ya, but I have just the thing to... ehem... calm ze little 
spitfire down." replied Gretchen slipping Inga a devilishly 
wicked smile and reaching into the cabinet. From the shelf she 
picked up an odd, black leather belt and slipped it around her 
waist. Then, reaching up, she grabbed a large white dildo and 
attached it to a mount at the front of the belt. This caused the 
belt to hang low over her crotch and gave her an impressive, 
artificial erection.

     "Ooo..., I do so love your imagination." said Inga as she 
slipped Gretchen a big, wet affectionate kiss and lightly stroked 
the fallic with her finger tips. She then slowly sauntered around 
to the front of Wonder Girl and stared wickedly back at Gretchen 
as she ran her long fingernails lightly over the young girl's 
bare ass and back as she walked around to her front.

     "Zo... You are such a sveet young thing." said Inga as she 
bent down in front of Drucella and held her chin with her hand. 
"Ve can be such good friends you and I." she continued as she 
removed the young girl's ball gag. 

     Drucella couldn't help but stare in astonishment and 
curiosity at the woman's enormous cleavage. Most of the women on 
Paradise Island were very well endowed and this was a trait that 
turned Drucella on. When she was younger she would always sneak 
peeks at Diana taking showers in the nude under the water falls 
or watch her laying out naked on the beach. Diana was very large 
and she loved the way her breasts would roll about like two soft 
balls of plump flesh as Diana turned over or stood up. At times 
she would even catch her older sister lying naked under a shaded 
palm, lightly stroking and masturbating her breasts to bring on a 
climax. When she blossomed, Drucella would spend hours caressing 
and teasing her own breasts, making herself cum from playing with 
them. Mother would scold her for over indulging herself but this 
only heightened the activity since she was doing something her 
mother said was naughty. 

     Seeing the girl's line of vision, Inga reached up and ran 
her finger's over her ample breasts. "You like?" she asked, 
unbuttoning her bra. The breasts burst out toward Drucella and 
lay firm and full on Inga's chest. Inga gently grabbed Drucella 
by the hair  and, with her other hand, moved one plump breast 
toward the young girl's mouth. Drucella's head twisted and 
thrashed. "No... don't! I can't .... MMMBBLLM..." her cries were 
muffled, however, as Inga inserted her nipple in Drucella's 
mouth.

     At first Dru continued to twist her head in defiance but, 
like being subjected to some odd aphrodisiac, her struggles 
slowed and she began to suck on the woman's large nipple. 
Drucella had never actually done this before and her immediate 
fate was forgotten as she began indulging her fantasy.

     Gretchen's walked up behind Drucella and her hands slowly 
slid over the young girl's slightly red buttocks as she 
approached Drucella from behind. So engrossed was she with Inga's 
breast, Drucella simply ignored the other woman's activities.

     Then, with a sudden, forceful thrust, Gretchen slid the 
dildo between Dru's legs and parted her young, tight lips, 
plunging the fallic deep and hard into the defenseless heroine's 
vagina. Dru screamed and gyrated frantically as the shock of this 
action brought her immediately back to reality. Almost as quickly 
as she pulled her head away, Inga grabbed her hard by the back of 
her neck and forced her breast again into the young girl's gaping 
mouth.

     "NNNNNMMMMM!" screamed Dru as she was forcibly raped by the 
two dominatrix. Gretchen began sliding the dildo in and out of 
Dru, relentlessly slamming it home again and again into her 
gyrating, thrusting hips. As she pounded away at the young 
heroine, Gretchen gave the helpless girl an occasional brutal 
slap on the rear, like some deranged cowboy breaking a wild 
filly.

     After a bit, Inga removed her breast and stood up, keeping 
her firm grip on Dru's head. The young girl continued to gasp and 
whine as the woman behind her forcefully penetrated her. Inga 
then reached down and pulled her own panties off, revealing her 
large, wide vagina. 

     "You like using your mouth little one?" asked Inga 
mockingly, "Vell, use it now!" she ordered as she brutally thrust 
her hips forward and forced Drucella's face into her pussy. "Lick 
ME! Lick me NOW!" screamed Inga as she began sliding her vagina 
all over Drucella's face.

     "Ya, c'mon Bitch! Lick my friend!" ordered Gretchen as she 
thrust her point home with an even harder penetration. 

     "MMMMMMMMGLM" screamed Drucella as she slowly gave in and 
began sliding her tongue over Inga's thrusting vagina. Dru was 
moaning and crying muffled screams of resistance constantly now 
as the two women began to form a vicious rhythm.

     After several intense minutes, Gretchen withdrew herself and 
walked back over to the cabinet. Drucella sighed slightly in 
relief as the physical pounding lightened. Gretchen removed the 
dripping wet dildo from her belt. She then grabbed a second dildo 
and walked back over to the restrained young girl.

     Gretchen approached Wonder Girl from the side and slid her 
fingers roughly over the girl's vagina. Her fingers ran between 
her lips and her anus as the red head stroked the young teen like 
some dominated pet. Dru's hips surged again, twisting about 
slowly as the woman started to tease and tickle her.

     "OOO You're zo hot." teased Gretchen. "You're such a naughty 
little bitch. I bet you lovebeing banged don't you?" 

     Suddenly, the same dildo plunged back into Dru's defenseless 
vagina and the fiery redhead began viciously sliding it in and 
out. Dru started to scream and thrash about again as she was 
taken a second time. Her struggles also heightened and fed Inga's 
experience and the busty dominatrix began to moan with excitement 
as the young girl wildly thrashed about.

End of Part 2.