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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 7 of 9

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     As she groaned defiantly, the guard holding her arms, 
flipped the dazed woman on her stomach and pulled out a long 
strip of leather. He pulled her long arms behind her back and 
tightly tied her hands together at the wrist. He then used 
another strap to tie her elbows tightly together, rendering her 
arms useless.

     The woman was then sat on her knees. Her head was held 
with a firm grasp as the guard's hand clenched the thick hair on 
the back of her head. "You know what to do." he said in a low, 
intense voice as he stared into the heroine's dull and heavy eyes 
and pulled is penis toward her mouth. Without resistance, Wonder 
Woman began sucking the man's hard cock and she settled down into 
a mindless state of entertaining her tormentors. 

     As soon as the first rapist was done, the next took his 
place, then the next.  Soon, all four men were satiated and they 
started to get dressed and gather their supplies. 

     Diana sat on her knees in an almost hypnotic trance with her 
eyes heavily shut and her jaw open and slack as though she were 
half asleep. Streams of cum ran down over her chin and her neck 
as she quivered helplessly. Her trance was rudely broken, 
however, as a balled up wad of cloth was shoved into her mouth. 
She responded by twisting her head about but this was a futile 
effort at best. A thick, heavy terry towel came down over her 
mouth and the gag was tied in place behind her head, holding the 
cloth ball in her mouth and preventing her from forcing it out.

     One of the guards then removed his belt and looped it around 
her long, delicate neck. He then buckled it tight, making a make-
shift collar for his captive. He then took a long piece of rope 
and tied it to the buckle, leashing the now defeated and captured 
avenger.

     "You vere very good. Now that's vat a woman was meant for." 
said the guard as he grabbed Wonder Woman's bound body and pulled 
her close to him.

     "Ya, and this is just the start." said another as he pushed 
the woman forward down the passage by her ass. Diana trotted 
along for a few steps and then struggled and moaned as they 
continued pushing her along with their convincing gun butts.

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     Wonder Woman staggered along for what seemed like a half 
hour as they neared the exit to the catacombs. Her incredible 
physique had already allowed her to regain some of her will and 
she was now resisting her captorers as they pushed her along.

     Suddenly, she was blinded by the intense rays of the mid day 
sun as she was pushed from a doorway into the castle's main 
courtyard. The courtyard was huge and was made into a make-shift 
bivwack for the contingent of soldiers that were stationed there. 
Several rows of tents, trucks, crates and other military 
equipment lined the walls of the grounds. Several dozen men were 
hanging about doing things such as cooking, cleaning equipment 
and relaxing. 

     As the buxom heroine emerged from the tunnel, the men 
stopped with their daily activities and stared in gaping awe at 
the incredible woman walking out into the courtyard. Dozens of 
cat-calls and whistles followed her as she was forcefully 
escorted toward the center of the grounds. Then, with a heavy 
thrust from a gun butt to her legs, Diana was forced to kneel 
down in front of the main building. 

     The squad of about 40 to 50 men began forming a circle 
around the woman like a bunch of sharks smelling blood and 
readying themselves for a feeding frenzy. They bustled about 
anxiously and all Diana could do was stare forward intensely and 
rebelliously as she listened to their lude comments and insulting 
jokes.

     "We're going to fuck that bitch good."

     "What a set of jugs!"

     "I bet that American bitch could do us all, the SLUT!"

     "Hey hoar, I've got a marc. How about a good time!"

     With that last comment, Diana sprang to her feet and rushed 
the part of the crowd the comment came from. With a wild kick, 
she took a shot at one of the men only to have her bare leg 
grabbed and her body pushed hard to the ground. The men began 
massing the woman, picking her wiggling body up over their heads 
and holding her up with dozens of groping hands. Their hands were 
everywhere as they grabbed her breasts, legs, buttocks, face, 
hair and pussy. Diana screamed wildly under her gag as she could 
feel several fingers being pushed inside her vagina.

     Suddenly, the wild crowd was silenced by a single gun shot. 
The entire crowd turned and stared at a balcony window that 
overlooked the courtyard. Diana stared in utter despise at the 
countess as the woman sauntered toward the rail.

     "The Wonder Woman is not to be touched!" she order harshly. 
"Any man who accosts her will be punished SEVERALLY!" she added. 

     The four men who had just finished entertaining themselves 
with the avenger, looked at each other sheepishly and gave each 
other a look that said, "Nothing happened, it was those things in 
the cave." The men knew how harsh the countess's punishments were 
and they did not want to face her wrath.

     "Sergeant!" she screamed. A burly man stepped forward and 
gave the woman a Nazi salute. "Yes mine Mistress." he answered.

     "I vant the captive cleaned up. Bring her to my room to be 
cleaned and fed, then bring her to my lab" she ordered. She then 
raised the lugar and fired four shots into the crowd. Each shot 
was deadly accurate and the four men that had captured Wonder 
Woman slumped down dead at the heroine's feet. "And I do 
mean UNTOUCHED!" she screamed.

     The rest of the crowd stepped away from Wonder Woman and the 
sergeant stared in fear at the four dead soldiers. "At once mine 
Mistress." he replied with a gulp. "You men, get her and follow 
me." he ordered, waving his hand at a few, scared privates.

     The men rushed up and grabbed the heroine's leash. Hurriedly 
they forced the woman along through a set of heavy, oak doors, up 
several flights of stares and down a few corridors. They then 
came to a stop at the countess's bedroom. The sergeant knocked on 
the double oak door and waited as it slowly opened. 

     The countess stood in the doorway. Her body was relaxed and 
incredibly erotic as she stood wearing a shear, see through teddy 
and panties. She stood leaning sexy against the door 
giving Diana a warm but evil stare. Diana stood straight, with 
her hips to one side and one leg slightly bent as she stared 
forward in defiance, refusing to look at the countess. She was a 
prisoner and she was not about to surrender.

     "Vell, I can see you're no worse for wear." the countess 
said coyly as she caressed Diana's bare breast. "You men can go!" 
she ordered, waving her hand at the already fleeing guards.

     The countess then circled behind Diana and gently removed 
her gag. Diana responded by wetting her lips and wiggling her jaw 
lightly to get the circulation going.

     "Whatever you have planned, I'm not about to let you win!" 
Diana said sternly as she continued to stare forward. 

     "Oh, I don't expect you to." the countess replied. "Its much 
more...fun this way." she added. "By the way, I have something I 
owe you."

     "Something she owes me?" Diana thought as her gaze started 
to shift to her side. "What could..." but then her eyes widened 
as she remember what she did to the countess in the lab. Almost 
at the same time, a cotton pad came down over her nose and mouth 
and the heroine began to scream in resistance. 

     The countess continued to hold the anesthetic in place as 
Wonder Woman struggled against it. Her body squirmed about under 
the countess's powerful grasp and she moaned erotically as the 
drug drained her will. The days events and the harsh experiences 
she had just gone through were too taxing, however, and Wonder 
Woman began to yield. Almost wanting to sleep from exhaustion, 
Diana let the fumes drain her spirit and put her to sleep. The 
countess then pushed the chloroformed amazon forward into the 
bedroom and watched as her lax, muscular body slumped to the rug.

     At that moment, the stiletto booted legs of Gretchen and 
Inga walked up from inside the bedroom and stood over Diana.

     "Give her a bath." the countess ordered softly as she gave 
the two dominatrix a wicked, evil grin.

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     Wonder Woman's eyes slowly blinked open as the drug began to 
wear off. "Hera, I hate the smell of that stuff!" she cursed as 
the fuzziness around her turned into sharp images of a white 
bathroom. She could see the fine, stonework decorations of the 
ceiling and she could tell instantly she was laying on her back. 
As she started to get up, a nippy chill kissed her bare shoulders 
as she raise her body upward. Looking about more, she realized 
she was laying in a very large bath tub.

     The tub was almost circular and shaped like a giant sea 
shell. Her body sat in the shell end while her head rested on a 
thin pillow on the hinge end. This part was even with the water 
and her head was the only part of her sticking out of the 
mountains of soap bubbles. The whole tub was quit shallow and her 
nipples would pierce the surface of the warm water as she moved 
slightly about.

     As she started to get up, she tried to pull her arms down. 
She was instantly aware that her arms were securely handcuffed 
just over her head to a ring at the tile base of the tub. It was 
a comfortable position but she knew she was bound. The ball, 
bondage gag in her mouth also reminded her that crying for help 
was unacceptable. She noticed that her long, silky, brunette hair 
was curled up and tied in place on top of her head with a silk 
bow, the same kind used by women to hold their hair up while 
taking a bath.

     After several groggy moans and testing tugs on the 
handcuffs, Diana accepted the situation and settled back down. 
After all, the water was quite warm and she was quite a mess. 
"This isn't so bad." she thought, "At least I'm not getting 
banged again. Of course I shouldn't get too comfortable. I 
seriously doubt the countess really wants to just give me a good 
bath and hair doo."

     After several minutes, the large, white double doors to the 
huge bathroom opened and two women slowly sauntered in. They 
placed a few towels and other items on the sink's tiled counter 
top and they looked lazily over at Diana as they whispered to 
each other. Inga and Gretchen were each wearing only a pink towel 
and that was soon discarded as the two women disrobed in front of 
Diana. They walked slowly toward Diana and slid into the steaming 
hot tub, sliding along either side of the puzzled amazon.

     "She zo beautiful." giggled Inga as she gently put her hand 
on Diana's right shoulder and slid it softly over her right 
breast, letting her fingers lightly glance Diana's ripe nipple. 
Diana turned her chest in response as she became slightly 
distressed by this.

     "Ya, so beautiful and zo delicate." added Gretchen as she 
glided her hand over Diana's bare, soap covered thigh.

     The two women giggled and glared longingly at Diana, licking 
their lips slightly and slowly as they continued to gently stroke 
Diana's wet, bare body. After a few minutes, they both reached 
around and picked up a sponge and a bottle of soap. They soaked 
the sponges in the soap and started slowly sponging Diana.

     "So good... Hera that feels good." she thought as they 
dabbed the sponges over her bare chest, down over her huge 
breasts, across her stomach and along her long, shapely legs. 
Each stroke cleaned away more and more sweat and grime along with 
a little bit of her resistance. The strokes were so gentle, so 
tender. The water was so warm and soothing. She couldn't help but 
lay back and close her eyes and dream of the many times on 
Paradise island she had bathed with the other female inhabitants. 
Being in the tub brought back many erotic memories of exploration 
and enjoyment with her female friends.

     The two women continued to clean Diana, sweeping the soft 
sponges over her tan body, like a car enthusiast waxing the 
perfect automobile. With each pass of the sponge came a follow up 
stroke with a hand. The two nymphs caressed and petted Diana, 
enjoying the feel of her muscular body and the vision of her 
exquisite form. 

     Inga then picked up a bar of soap and started slowly 
lathering the bar in her hands. After a few moments, the woman's 
hands were dripping with a frothy mound of bubbles. She then 
leaned over Diana and placed her hands on the amazon's rib cage, 
just below each breast. Gently, she slid her hands upward and 
followed the curvature of Diana's soapy, gleaming breasts, barely 
moving or shifting them but covering them none the less with a 
thick coat of soap. She then started massaging them slowly, 
polishing and caressing each breast as though it were a fine 
piece of china. 

     Diana responded with a low, feminine moan that sent erotic 
chills down both dominatrix spine's. She was so ripe, so 
vulnerable. She could be taken so easily. All three women knew 
this, especially Diana. 

     Inga and Gretchen, however, didn't pounce, instead they 
toyed with the heroine, teasing her with ever increasing levels 
of tension. Inga continued slowly massaging Diana's tits, moving 
and pushing them about gently into huge spherical mounds of 
delicate, tan flesh. As she did this, she also used her fingers 
to toy and pinch the woman's now erect nipples. With a gentle 
blow and a light kiss now and then, the nymph sent waves of 
chilling sensation through Diana as she lightly teased each 
gland.

     Gretchen move downward and was now slowly running her soapy 
hands up and down the length of Diana's curvaceous legs. Using 
her cheeks and hands she glided along, stroking the woman's limbs 
like a harp player playing a song of intense sensuality. Her 
gentle kisses and soft strokes caused Diana to slid her legs 
together erotically, rubbing her full thighs and muscular calves 
together as she shifted her hips in sexual response.

     Diana was now in a state of utter bliss as she moaned and 
cooed softly to the other women's overwhelming caresses. "If this 
is what the countess meant by being a prisoner, I should never 
have tried to escape." she thought, "I just hope Dru is getting 
at least a little of this treatment." 

     She then started to chuckle lightly as the combination of 
the two women's light touches and the images of the last few 
weeks events came back to her. The image of Dru giving that Nazi 
agent a massive blow job along with her own experiences began to 
excite her. 

     "Never been through such intense treatment before.." she 
thought as she let herself drift. "The climaxes, the bondage, the 
force and power,... Hera I can't believe I'm so turned on by 
this." 

     "Those men, raping me... the machines,... and those plants." 
she cringed at the thought of those disgusting things touching 
and penetrating her but, the sensations were so erotic, the 
images so intense. No control at the hands of something so 
primitive and base. It was an overwhelming image. The memories of 
the raping machine vibrated her very soul as each remembered 
penetration sent quivering chills between her legs. She suddenly 
began to visualize her sister being bound and gagged into that 
tortuous machine, the same machine that broke her, dreaming of 
her being mercilessly raped and climaxed relentlessly by that 
tireless tormentor. 

     Her visions then shifted to her friends on paradise island. 
Each aloof, picturesque female took a turn in the machine as she 
fantasized wildly about them all being taken. The images would 
interchange as she fantasized about each of them replacing her in 
the situations she had experienced. Trina, her noble, angelic 
friend since childhood, being forcefully gang banged by the 
submarine crew. Lewanna, her cousin and idol being molested and 
raped by Inga and Gretchen.

     Then, Diana surged slightly as the regal image of her 
mother, Queen Hypolitia, popped into her seething, erotic mind. 
The incredibly beautiful and noble woman's image filled her 
wicked thoughts as she watched the Queen being entered again and 
again by the insidious pod that had raped Diana. Over and over 
she envisioned her mother being taken, her statuesque, perfect 
form being pulled down from its royal pedestal as the plant 
ejaculated its viscous, white fluid into every orifice... 

     "UUUUGGMMM!" Diana sang out as Gretchen's gentle hands slid 
under her thighs and over her buttocks. As with her breasts, 
Diana's firm cheeks were softly stroked and massaged as the woman 
went about cleaning their spherical surface. As she pushed and 
squeezed her rear, Gretchen pulled up on one side of Diana's 
hips, politely asking the amazon to roll on her side. Then, with 
a soft, cloth covered brush, Gretchen began cleaning Diana's 
rear, gliding the stiff handle carefully over her tender anus.

     Inga continued washing Diana's upper half but now the amazon 
was rolled to one side and was facing the smiling dominatrix. 
Inga soaped up Diana's breasts again and began massaging them 
slowly as she wiped and cleaned them. As she did this, the nymph 
stared longingly into Diana's heavy, inviting eyes. Diana stared 
back, never breaking eye contact as she looked deep into the 
woman's gaze. Inga smiled and then leaned in, giving Diana a 
long, gentle kiss on the cheek. 

     Inga moved across Diana's face as she gentle kissed the 
heroine. Her soft pecks and full, red lips soon found their way 
along the amazon's neck and over her broad shoulders. Diana 
breathed heavily as the woman continued to kiss her and her eyes 
slowly closed as she again slipped back into her fantasies.

     Her mother groaned and moaned as her dripping wet body was 
again penetrated. The penises pumped faster and faster, 
ruthlessly gang-raping the helpless queen as she struggled in 
futility to escape. "How you deserve this mother." Diana thought. 
"How I would love to see you explode with passion."

     Gretchen turned Diana over on her back and leaned over the 
heavily panting avenger. She then reached over to the side of the 
tub and picked up a long fallic shaped bar of soap. Wetting it 
with warm water to start it frothing, she slid it teasingly over 
Diana's bare thighs and stomach. Diana watched longingly as the 
enticing form taunted her will. Then, Gretchen slid it down 
between Diana's legs and slowly inserted it into her soapy, wet 
vagina. The amazon responded by surging upward slowly and letting 
out a heavy, dull moan of enjoyment. At the same moment, Inga 
sank down and sucked one of Diana's rock hard nipples into her 
mouth. With both hands she gently cupped the huge gland and began 
slowly sucking the life from it.

    Wonder Woman was now moaning rhythmically as the slow sliding 
of the soapy dildo and the erotic suckling overwhelmed her 
already aroused mind. Gretchen continued her thorough job of 
cleaning by hugging Diana's surging hips and gliding her tongue 
slowly over the amazon's sensitive clitoris and through her soft, 
vaginal lips. The woman's mouth was absolutely magical as it 
sucked and licked Diana clean of her resistance and control. The 
dildo continued its rhythmic pumping, forcing the amazon's hips 
upward with each irresistible stroke and the three women settled 
down into a mass of thrusting, gyrating hips, legs and bare skin 
as Diana grew closer and closer to overwhelming bliss. 

     "MMMMMM"

     "MMMMMMMMM"

     "MMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

     Diana's moans turned to deep screams under her ball gag as 
she soared higher and higher. The two dominatrix, sensing the 
woman's nearing climax, tightened their grip on her soft, naked 
body, offering sexually exciting resistance to her uncontrollable 
thrusts. 

     Tighter and tighter Wonder Woman grew, squeezing each muscle 
near to breaking as the powerful wave of sexual energy swelled 
inexorably. Then, with one last cringing gasp, Diana seized, 
forcing her hips upward into a high back arch, surging like a 
ballerina making a high, dramatic leap...

     "MMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

     "AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

     Even under the gag, the climatic yell of release echoed 
throughout the room. Diana collapsed and rolled about erotically 
as the two nymphs dug in hard and began massaging and suckling 
the heroine with a heavy, intense zeal. This brought on another, 
overwhelming climax as Diana again exploded with sexual energy.

     As she moaned and groaned in sexual defeat, Inga gentle 
untied the ball gag and removed it from Diana's loose, half open 
mouth. Then, slowly and passionately, she leaned in and began 
kissing Diana hard and deep on the lips. Diana responded without 
hesitation, returning every movement and sensation to Inga's wet, 
red lips. Both women began to moan slowly as they continued to 
passionately exchange affections.

     Gretchen slid herself up and unhooked Wonder woman's cuffs 
from the holder imbedded in the cement. Diana's hands were still 
bound but she could now move her arms about in front of her. She 
immediately reached forward and cupped Inga's cheeks with her 
hands, holding the woman still as she continued to kiss her.

End of Part 7