Wonder Woman: The Return of Kane by marat
Chapter Two
Wonder Woman sat in the ill-lit cell. She had
been hustled from the apartment by two uniformed
Hispanic policemen. On the floor of the
apartment, she had seen through the residue of her
drug-induced haze the four bodies of the men she
was accused of killing. The blood splattered on the
walls and carpet showed skull fractures and
bodies thrown around the room. She was bundled
unceremoniously into the back seat of a patrol
car, and driven, lights flashing and siren wailing, here.
Though it was difficult to tell where the car
was traveling, the dazed Princess recognised that it had
entered an underground garage not far from the
White House.
She sat quietly on the mattress that lay on the
floor of the cell. Her eyes traveled slowly from the
manacles that joined her bracelets, to the
concrete walls and steel bars of her prison, and from there
back to her golden belt, where the loop that had
held her lasso now hung open. She had been in her
cell for about an hour, and only now was she
fully cognizant of her situation.
The drug that Kane had used was potent. Wonder
Woman didn’t remember anything after he had
penetrated her. It was like the plaintive moan
that that action had torn from her had also wiped out
her memory of all that followed. Now she was
under arrest, charged with the murder of the four men
who had captured her. What had happened in the
interim? How had those men been killed, so
obviously beaten to death? And what had happened
to Kane?
She stood up, a little unsteadily. The links
between her bracelets felt like they weighed tons. She
turned, slowly, taking in the little world that
was her cell: the windowless walls, the heavy steel
door, the mattress, the single bare bulb that
hung from the ceiling, the small sink and toilet. The
captive Amazon walked slowly across the small
space, turned, and walked back. She leaned against
the door and then, with slowly increasing force,
pressed against the metal hoping for the sound of
straining steel.
Nothing happened. She groaned to herself.
She had been chained by a man. Her Amazon
strength was gone. She was truly a prisoner. In the
gloom, Wonder Woman looked for some measure of
hope.
*****
It took less than an hour for her captors to
come for her. Her sharp Amazon hearing alerted the
Princess to the approach of three sets of
footfalls. The door sprung open sharply, the steel of the door
clanging loudly against the metal of the wall.
Unsure of what to expect Wonder Woman stared at
them warily. Through the door, the bright lights
and open space she saw there indicated to the
prisoner that any freedom that might be hoped
for on the other side of the entrance would be
short-lived.
As they entered her cell, the three men, all
white, all very muscular, spread out before the Amazon.
She eyed them, unsure of what they intended. The
narcotic that had been given to her hours before
was still effective, and, when all three moved
in concert to seize the Champion, her responses
remained sluggish. Each of the men came at her
from a different angle, and, though she landed one or
two defensive blows, the combination of chains
at her wrists and lack of coordination and timing left
her blows falling ineffectively until they had
grabbed her arms. The chains pressed against her
diaphragm, pushing upward on her breasts as she
was pushed toward the door. Despite a flurry of
grunting and desperate efforts to pull free of
the men, the lovely Amazon Maid found herself led from
her cell in short order. She was held firmly by
each arm and the third man pushed her from behind,
the top of her gold and red bustier firmly in
his grasp. Through clenched teeth, Wonder Woman
cried, ‘Let me go! Let me GO!’
But they did not, and momentarily Wonder Woman
stood in what appeared to be an enclosed arena,
about the size of a tennis court. Sweating from
her exertions, the Princess’ body glistened in the
bright lights suspended from the ceiling.
Released from their strong grip, she dropped her arms in
front of her, the links connecting her bracelets
hanging in front of her thighs.
She looked around. The green walls that
surrounded the enclosure seemed freshly painted, though
her acute vision saw gouges dug out of the
cinderblocks at many points, at least up to a horizontal
white line running completely around the room
about twelve feet above the floor. Above that line,
the wall was smooth, made of a different
material. Along one side, Wonder Woman saw a small
group of men sitting in what might have been a
viewers’ box. One man, sitting front and center, had
shaven his head completely and wore a heavy dark
brown mustache. And next to him was Kane!
The heroine stared at him. She didn’t allow the
anger she felt to penetrate her gaze, but the
Amazon’s fury was deep and genuine. He was the
reason she was here! He had a hand in whatever
trial she was about to undergo.
The man in the center spoke to her. ‘Wonder
Woman!’ he said, in a loud, flat tone that filled the
arena. ‘Welcome to our theatre de combat.’ He
spoke the French poorly. ‘I am you host here,
George Gordon Liddy. I work for the President of
the United States.
‘I understand that even with your Amazon
strength curbed by the chains you are wearing, you are
still a formidable combatant,’ he went on.
Wonder Woman’s eyes darted momentarily back at Kane,
who seemed to be restraining a smile.
‘I am not impressed by your credentials, Mr.
Liddy, for you have shown yourself to be like too many
men in this society. Like Kane, you believe that
your gender entitles you to certain prerogatives in
your treatment of others. And when I sent Kane
to prison, it was because he engaged in just the kind
of experiments you seem to be engaged in here.’
Her voice was quiet, but firm. ‘At that time, he
realised that what he did in the name of
scholarship and man’s knowledge was comparable to the
experiments conducted during World War II by
Nazi doctors. He had forgotten that he was
conducting experiments with human beings, not
lab rats.’ She paused. ‘Evidently has did not
remember the lesson, when he remembered
everything else.’
‘And who was it made me forget everything?’ Kane
shouted, rising to his feet. ‘It was you, you
Amazon bitch!’ Even from the distance, Wonder
Woman could see the anger in his eyes. It was an
anger that had not been present in Delaware.
Liddy spoke up. ‘Regardless of your scruples
about the contributions you have made or are about to
make to our knowledge, Wonder Woman, you are our
prisoner, and you will do as you are directed.
Rest assured that this demonstration of your
power will be brief, but it is only a prelude to the real
experiment that will give you an irreproachable
place of honour in our time. Perhaps this might be
taken as a test of your worthiness.’
‘What do you mean?’ the Amazon Princess
demanded.
‘Win or lose,’ Liddy said with finality, ‘win or
lose, you will have more to do here. And your
ultimate contribution will be a lasting one.’
Liddy sat down and looked toward a door in the
rear wall of the arena. Wonder Woman turned, and
as she did so, the bald man’s eyes returned to
her as she stood with her back to him. She was
watching two large, powerfully built men enter
through the door. He was watching every curve and
nuance of her perfect body. Her raven-black hair
cascaded down her back covering much of the bare
skin there. Her shoulders stretched out from
beneath those shiny ebony filaments that shone darkly
beneath the lights in the room. Her skin was
tanned, smooth, and supple. The satin of her uniform
glinted under those same lights: the celebrated
uniform clung to her body with neither a wrinkle nor
a stitch or seam visible; it seemed to have been
made to her precise measurements and contours; the
red of the back of her bustier showed narrowly
above the golden belt that circled the top of her hips;
the blue and white of her tights tightly covered
her round and perfect cheeks. Below the tights, her
bronzed, round thighs seemed to fulfill the
dreams of every male in creation, and her red leather
boots glinted brilliantly. He couldn’t take his
eyes off her.
*****
‘George! GEORGE!’ the voice called to him from
his past. The German accent of his family’s maid
was unmistakable.
George Liddy scrunched his body down into the
space behind the boxes in the family’s storage
room. He liked to come here for privacy. Sometimes
he just needed to be left alone. And despite his
affection for her, Regina sometimes didn’t know
when to go away.
‘GEORGE!!’ she called again, her voice firmer in
its anger, but more distant. She was moving away.
The young adolescent looked down at the
Sensation Comic that sat in his lap. The Wonder Woman
story told of her victory over the Nazis in the
war, breaking up a spy ring operating in New York
City. That had been the unhappy result of the
story. Thanks to Regina and his father’s short-wave
set, he had had a firm introduction to the Third
Reich, and the goals that the Führer was setting in
Europe. He couldn’t understand how this
beautiful, intelligent woman could fail to see that the
Führer’s goals were also hers. However, before
her victory, she had been captured by her own lasso
and threatened with a fate worse than death.
As George Liddy now tried to recall the story,
he couldn’t even remember what that fate was. All he
remembered was how Wonder Woman’s body looked,
her wrists secured behind her, her head
drooping as she fought her way back to
consciousness. Her costume left nothing to the imagination,
despite the poorly drawn female figure.
As young George looked longingly at the helpless
Amazon in the comic book, his hand gently
stroked his member, creating thrilling
sensations.
*****
Liddy clutched his thighs against his already
erect member. He desperately wanted to demonstrate
that he was able to maintain his will, even in
the face of seeing this object of his adolescent sexual
fantasies, bound and weakened before him-before
HIM!!-defeated and humiliated. He watched as her
body moved as she prepared to defend herself
against the powerful figures who moved closer to her
across the floor. She stepped lightly, seemingly
without effort, circling to her right. Her body leaned
forward slightly at the waist, and, though the
movement of her hands was limited by the manacles
which joined her wrists, she nevertheless
reached forward to meet her attackers.
*****
Wonder Woman still struggled against the
lingering effects of the drug which had brought her down
earlier. Her mere awareness that the narcotic
was still affecting her, she knew, could have an effect
on the outcome on the combat she now faced. Even
more serious, she thought to her horror, the drug
seemed to be increasing its influence now as she
prepared for battle. This would be a genuine trial.
*****
Kane watched with disguised glee as Wonder Woman
moved to defend herself. He remembered
seeing her do this on a number of occasions in
the past: the smoothness of her physical movements
had always been a thing to behold. But he
noticed small differences this time. Her lagging right leg
seemed less secure in its placement to provide a
base of support, her left shoulder was a little lower
than normal, the shaking of her head indicated
an effort to clear away cobwebs.
Yes, the drug was having its effect. Her
increased production of adrenalin had raised the level of the
barbiturate still in her system. The sedative
would ensure the outcome that Liddy desired, though
Liddy, and the other combatants, would be
unaware that the fix was in.
*****
Both of the men stood well over 6’6”. They
separated as they approached the Amazon Champion.
Each moved to a position that required Wonder
Woman to physically turn her body to confront the
challenger. In doing so, she opened herself to a
blindside attack by the other. Each carried a
four-foot-long metal rod with a heavy knob at
one end. Stripped to the waist, the musculature on
each of the giants was well defined and
formidable.
Even bound, Wonder Woman knew that she could
move more quickly than either of these men. But
she would have to keep away from their strength
and from the weapons they carried. Although she
had the strength of an Amazon, with her
bracelets chained she did not have the strength of a
superheroine. She had to keep them separated,
and she had to deal with them separately. She backed
slowly away, trying but failing to keep both of
them in view.
The giants carried their weapons at the ready,
diagonally across the body, to parry any strike
Wonder Woman dared to make, or to make a
vertical butt stroke or a downward blow with the
knobbed end of the rod. Wonder Woman hoped she
might take the legs out from under one of her
assailants. She edged to her left toward the man
who appeared Hispanic, probably Cuban, based on
the ethnicity of those whom Liddy apparently
employed. When she was about twelve feet from him
she suddenly lunged at him, at the same time
sweeping her powerful right leg just above the surface
of the hard wooden surface.
But it all went wrong. As she reached for the
floor to support her body during the attack, her wrists
came too close together, providing too narrow a
base. The momentum of her body rode over her
hands and as she moved her leg rapidly in the
arc to take the man’s legs out, she sprawled, face first
to the floor. The leg sweep, incomplete, dragged
to a halt.
Liddy’s rasping laugh burned in her ears. Wonder
Woman rolled onto her back, looking about for
the men she knew would now be rapidly moving
toward her. She didn’t have to look far. The man
she had sought to bring down was standing almost
directly over her. He held his weapon like an axe,
extended over his head, ready to bring it down
on the supine Princess. She scuttled away, now
desperately hoping to use her agility to get to
her feet. Her leather soles slid and her three-inch heel
click-clicked on the hardwood floor. He moved
quickly, more quickly than she expected, but as he
swung his mace at her, he clearly could not keep
up with her. The first blow smashed into the floor a
good two feet away from her squirming body. The
metal club mace left a huge gash in the
hardwood.
Now, before the other could join in the attack
on the Amazon, Wonder Woman pushed herself at
him, striking him on the thigh with her extended
legs. He grunted audibly, and as she rolled toward
him, she saw him spin and crash to the floor.
Quickly, she sought out his partner. He had
stopped and watched as the other hulk was taken down.
His eyes registered surprise, as if they had
done this sort of combat before, but were not used to
being so tested. Taking advantage of his
momentary lapse, Wonder Woman rolled to her right and
quickly pushed herself to her feet. He was
barely ten feet from her, so she rushed him, clasping her
hands to turn her chains into a weapon. Before
he could even register her attack, Wonder Woman
brought her fetters in an upward arc against the
left side of his jaw. The force of the blow stood him
straight up. Wonder Woman brought the tip of her
red leather boot directly into his exposed groin,
and he yowled in pain. He crumpled, whimpering.
The room was filled with a ringing as his metal
club struck the floor and rolled slowly out of
his reach.
Wonder Woman slowly straightened her perfect
body to its full height. She looked down on the
helpless figure before her, then turned toward
the spectators’ box where Kane, Liddy, and two
others sat.
She had a self-satisfied smile on her face as
she turned. ‘Perhaps you would like a further
demonstration of my worthiness, Mr. Liddy.’ If
she could have placed her hands on her hips, she
would have. But the chain which ran between her
wrists was too short. So she stood with her
elbows crooked, and her hands balled into fists
in front of her golden belt.
It was Kane who spoke first. ‘I’ve seen all of
this before. I’m sure you remember. But it’s still a
novelty to me.’ Liddy watched his protégé, and
then turned toward the Amazon Princess.
‘You seem to be everything I was told,’ he said
evenly. ‘Including…’ he stopped.
Wonder Woman watched him carefully, not sure
what was to follow.
‘…occasionally…
‘…arrogant,’ he finished.
As he spoke the word, the Cuban giant whom
Wonder Woman had injured, but not disposed of, hit
her flush in the back with the knob end of his
mace. The blow drove the air out of her body and
knocked her to the floor. Tossing his weapon
aside, the large man leapt on her back crushing her to
the floor under his weight. He wrapped his
muscular right arm around her throat and pulled back
with all his considerable strength. Surprised by
the blow and the attack, Wonder Woman fought
desperately against his strength, in an
increasingly futile effort.
Liddy watched, pushing himself forward in his
seat, pressing his thighs against his erection, trying to
hide it. His breathing came in shorter gasps,
and sweat formed on his brow and his upper lip. He did
all he could not to draw attention away from the
titanic sexual and physical struggle taking place
before him.
He saw that the large Cuban already had locked a
well-developed arm around Wonder Woman’s
throat, his elbow at the top of her bare torso.
His weight forced her abdomen to the floor. Pulling her
head back revealed the glorious face of the
Princess, contorted in pain and, yes, fear. The grimace on
her face, mouth drooling, teeth bared, and her
hands clawing at her attacker’s arm, reminded him of
the drawn caricature he remembered from his
youth.
The Amazon felt his hard biceps clamp like a
vice against one side of her soft and lovely throat,
rigidly tightening toward the hard bone and
sinew of his forearm. She pushed against his elbow,
using the floor to try to regain some control.
But the elbow wouldn’t budge, even against her effort.
The links between her bracelets were taking
their toll.
Her attacker used his power to drag her to her
feet, swinging her above the floor like a rag doll.
Long minutes passed, and her vision began to
darken, and her head pounded. The pressure of the
brawny arm that was crushing her throat was
calculated to cut off blood to her brain and constrict
her windpipe. The Princess tried to find some
leverage but failed. At the same time, she sought out
exposed points to attack. If she could just get
free of his grip, she could fight him. Surprise and pain
had given the Cuban an advantage, and he
obviously would not surrender that advantage easily.
His head was directly behind hers, so that her
efforts to reach his vulnerable spots, his eyes, his
throat, with her chained wrists, all failed
badly. Time and again she reached for him, and each
attempt was more feeble than the last. Her chest
hurt, as her lungs were denied sustaining breaths.
The gasps of air she was allowed came loudly, as
she desperately sought escape.
He continued to squeeze her throat in the crook
of his arm. Now she was too weak to even raise her
own arms over and behind her head. Twisting her
body as she struggled, her fingers made pathetic
attempts to grab him.
Soon her knees buckled. She stood now only because
of his grip on her neck. Liddy heard her
gasping for air, sucking desperately and loudly
for some of the life-giving oxygen. When her arms
dropped in front of her, useless, Liddy’s erect
member throbbed with tension. He saw her body bent
backward, her bare back lying against the bare
chest of her attacker. George looked at her delicate,
feminine hands, fingers curled smoothly, sliding
across the blue, star-spangled satin of her tights. He
saw them rise mere inches, not even reaching her
waist before they fell back and softly brushed her
costume. The brushing, which he clearly heard
even against the rasping breathing of the combatants,
sounded like sensuality made manifest.
Unconsciously, Liddy’s pelvis found the rhythm that was
dictated by her gasps, and moved forward and
back, and side to side. His hands were in his lap
rubbing together, his muscles exerting only
limited control over his mounting orgasm.
The Cuban released the heroine before she was
unconscious. She crashed to the floor and lay there,
unmoving, silent, for a moment. George looked at
the fallen heroine, his face never betraying his
inner feelings. He stared at her red leather
boots, only now scraping on the floor as the
near-unconscious woman struggled away from the
blackness; her long, bare legs, so round, so
perfect; her tight, muscular ass, partially
exposed from the starry blue of her tights; her golden belt
lying along the top of her hips and above that,
the red of her bustier that extended across the lower
part of her back, then curved upward toward
those miraculous breasts, hidden beneath her fallen
body; her powerful back, its strength contained
by the manacles which joined her bracelets; the jet
blackness of her hair, splayed out across the
floor, revealing only glimpses of her golden tiara and her
unforgettable face.
He watched as she gathered her joined wrists
under her body and pushed upward, revealing the full
glory of her hips and thighs to the voyeur.
Liddy slumped back in his chair. He placed his folded
hands on his lap. He felt his enlarged member,
as he had no underwear to encumber him. He
imagined passing his hand over its length,
easily recalled from memory. He felt himself stroking its
length easily, and with familiarity. He imagined
pushing its full length and width into the struggling
beauty he saw before him. How tight and hot he
imagined her to be! As he thought of rubbing along
the underside of its engorged length, his knees
involuntarily moved rhythmically in and out.
The Cuban walked slowly to the helpless heroine.
He saw her head hanging low, invisible beneath
her jet-black hair that hung to the floor. The
giant mentally measured her as she sought to regain her
strength on her hands and knees. Then with a
suddenness that was belied by his size, he unleashed a
powerful arcing kick against the side of her
head.
George Gordon Liddy heard Wonder Woman grunt as
her consciousness was rocked. He listened to
the rustle of the satin of her uniform as she
slid and rolled across the bare floor. The clinking of the
manacles against the wood provided a syncopated
percussion to the soft rushing of the satin. These
sounds only added to his excitement, as he
recalled all of the times he imagined stripping that
provocative and sensual costume from the
Champion of All Women, thus giving himself mastery
over her, and them. He now stroked himself
slowly and for real, feeling himself through his pants,
relishing the thoughts and the stimulation. Kane
and the others in the box paid no attention, each
delighting in the spectacle before him.
The large Cuban walked over to the powerless
superheroine and grabbed a fistful of her black hair.
He seemed to easily raise her from the floor.
Her deep blue eyes were open but they saw little.
Holding her hair with his right hand, he reached
up with his left and gently patted her jaw,
attempting to revive her.
It seemed to have little effect. Wonder Woman’s
mouth hung loosely open, her tongue visible, curled
behind her lower teeth. She moaned weakly.
George felt his sexual excitement reach yet another
peak. Wonder Woman looked to be almost in the
same condition as she had been portrayed in that
comic book from years ago. His back arched and
his hips stiffened. This was the opportunity he had
waited all his life for! Now was the moment he
was waiting for!
Liddy raised himself from his chair, pushing his
erection downward, camouflaging the event but
leaving a clear protrusion as evidence. He
walked stiffly toward the floor. The stimulation of the
backing of his metal zipper on the tip of his 9-inch
prick had him breathing hard, tightening his
muscles, desperately trying to hold back the
explosion that was imminent.
It was a lost cause. He had only cleared the
box, and the eyes of the others who shared it with him.
‘Aaahhhh-hhhuuugghh! Aaahhh-hhhuuugghh!
AAAaaahhhhhhh!’ He threw his face into his arms
and his arms against the outside of the private
gallery. His agonised cry was buried in the sleeves of
his jacket. The image of the powerless Amazon
had overwhelmed his Will: the tight costume
emphasising every curve and every crevice on her
body; the weakness so evident as a result of her
bondage. He had her at his mercy! But he didn’t
have the resolve to control his own body.
Meanwhile, the Cuban placed his large left hand
over the Amazon Princess’ face, released her hair
from his right and hurled her body across the
room against the wall. The back of her head crashed
against the cinderblock wall and she slumped to
the floor. The Hispanic man walked to her and lifted
her chin with his right hand. Her eyes were
glazed, but open. That was good. G. Gordon Liddy had
instructed that she was not to be knocked out:
Under no circumstances was she to be unconscious
when he would take her! The Cuban was so
absorbed in his conquest of the legendary Amazon that
he lost all awareness of the spectators.
He reached into her black mane and pulled her
again to her feet. She groaned as he did so. As he
held her up, he glanced over at the box,
wondering whether Liddy was approving his handling of
this… woman. His chief was nowhere to be seen,
but the other guests were clearly enjoying his
performance. His eyes swept back to her helpless
form as he held her, and, as he took in the full
majesty of that form, he understood Liddy’s
yearning: It was the same desire, the same lust all men
felt for this woman… this… Wonder Woman. The
lustrous black hair, entangled in his fist, was pitch
black. If black represented the absence of
light, then this hair was the fullest manifestation of that
scientific concept. Only reflected glints of
light from the ceiling could be seen in that full and lush
garden. Within, her golden tiara winked dully.
Her face could only be described as perfection:
Smooth, curving eyebrows above those sensuous
blue eyes, the undeviating straight line of her
nose, the model’s cheekbones and jaw, and that
mouth-made to be kissed! The large, muscular
White House operative smiled. If Liddy were going to
have this woman, then he too would experience at
least some of the sweetness of this fruit. He
pressed his lips against hers. The softness of
those lips, the sweetness he had sought, everything he
imagined from the perfection that was this
woman-it was there, it was his. He pushed his tongue past
her yielding mouth and into her. He explored her
tongue with his own; he brushed lightly the inside
of her cheeks, the smooth evenness of her teeth.
He twisted to penetrate deeper, to experience this
magnificence to its fullest. In his chest, he
felt his heart pounding like a trip hammer, beating so hard
that he couldn’t imagine that she didn’t hear
it.
Liddy, however, did not see his operative’s
actions. He was still standing next to the box, berating
himself, degrading his lack of Will. A man was
only as strong as his Will; Will could accomplish
anything: That was what the Führer had said, and
George had lived his life embracing that idea.
But when confronted with the conquest of which
he had dreamed, his Will failed him. He had let his
imagination and the vision of the helpless
Champion of All Women take his seed from him before he
had the opportunity to penetrate her, to
dominate her. He had failed himself. The cost of that failure
ran down the inside of his pants. The
humiliating stain at his crotch gave evidence of his lack of Will.
A runner from the White House was the only one
who saw him. And he was too distracted with his
message to take in George’s circumstances.
Kane and the others in the box watched as
Valdez, for this was the brute’s name who now
embraced Wonder Woman, held her upright and
pressed his lips and tongue onto hers. They
watched in fascination as the costumed heroine,
who had so easily defeated so many others, could
not now pull away from this intimidating figure.
His shoulders and upper body almost swallowed up
the Amazon. How she could have overcome his
power even with no chains on her wrists no one
who watched could imagine. With her strength
gone, the heroine was totally at his mercy. Her very
helplessness was stimulating, enticing to the
viewers.
Valdez felt her trying to resist. She tried to
turn her face away from his; he felt her hands pressing
feebly against his chest. The struggle was
exciting. He pushed her up against the wall, and pressed
his full body against hers. Still, she did not
give up the struggle. He heard sounds issuing from her.
She was becoming more determined, more forceful!
This had to be stopped before she could be in
any way effective.
He stepped back from the Champion of All Women.
Though slightly unsteady, she remained
standing, facing him. This was evidence enough
of her returning strength. Valdez heard a footstep
behind him. It was his friend Jonas, who had
been felled by the Amazon’s kick long moments earlier.
Jonas walked slowly toward the pair who
confronted each other, using his mace for support.
Valdez watched as his friend approached. Their
eyes met and each understood what to do. Valdez
closed the distance to the swaying heroine,
stepped behind her in a smooth, effortless move and
applied a full nelson, raising her arms over and
behind her head, the links that took her strength
swaying just above the midnight black hair that
crowned her perfect features.
Wonder Woman was unprepared for the large man’s
quick move. She had hoped that her quickness
would provide her with the necessary edge to
defeat these powerful men. But all along, the battle
had shown that it was she who was always a step
slow. With her strength gone and her arms tied up
by the dominating figure behind her, she
despaired; she dropped her head for the first time, took a
deep breath and again struggled against his
hold. But she knew before she began that it would be in
vain.
Kane noticed her loss of dignity and
self-assurance. When Wonder Woman’s head fell forward, her
black hair cascading to cover her breasts, he
knew that the combination of the strength of these two
men and the incapacitating effects of the drugs
he had given her had finally broken her. Yes, she
would resist. See, she continued to struggle!
But it was half-hearted, with a foreknowledge that she
could not win! Wonder Woman had not reached this
point the last time he had confronted her. She
had always continued to struggle valiantly, to
look for a method to defeat her opponents, no matter
what the odds. No more! Wonder Woman was beaten!
Kane now looked forward to seeing her devastated
physically, just as she had now reached the point
of psychological defeat. But at that instant, he
saw Liddy waving to him from the floor, just outside
the box. He was calling him.
Kane moved quickly to the railing, not taking
his eyes off the show in the arena. ‘What is it,
Gordon?’ he asked. ‘Can’t it wait?’
Liddy was flushed, and when he made his next
statement, Kane understood why. ‘We’ve got to go.
Hoover is dead.’ George was grateful for the
startling message. It would explain his appearance and
give him a chance to save face. ‘We have to try
to get his files, before something happens to them.’
The files of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover were
Washington’s Holy Grail. In them was enough
information to blackmail, control, direct, and
incapacitate anyone who might be an enemy. And that,
thought Kane, was what he was learning in the
Washington of President Nixon. Information was
coin of the realm here.
Suddenly Kane started. He stared at Liddy as the
bald man exited. Kane only vaguely saw the
movements which accompanied the battering of
Wonder Woman. He hardly heard the cracking of
fists at all. Suddenly, the humiliation and
degradation of the Amazon was secondary to his own
devastation.
He understood now how this city worked. And he
had made a grave error. He realised that he had
given everything he knew to Liddy, everything
that all those months and years of research had
gained him, and had got almost nothing in
return. A job, some money, some security, a little prestige.
But no information. In this new Washington,
Information was the goddess that drove all. Kane, too,
lived for information. He cherished it like a
precious stone. No, not like jewels. Information was
meant to be traded, like stocks and commodities,
not hoarded, not saved and admired. Some day,
perhaps soon, a stock market in information
would develop and a whole new niche in the economy
would develop around it. This was an idea that
had been formulating itself in Kane’s head for the last
couple of months, ever since he had got his
memory back. His plan was to leap at that market as
soon as it developed, because that was where the
future was. But what was Liddy’s plan? No one
but Liddy knew.
Kane gestured to the other two figures sitting
in the box. A moment later, all four rushed from the
room, leaving the helpless Wonder Woman in the
hands of the two immense figures. Tow figures
who had absolute control over their helpless
charge, and, now that the observers had left, there was
no one to overrule them.
*****
Jonas and Valdez didn’t notice that the audience
had left. In fact, so strong was the pull of the FBI
Director’s files that only Kane felt the pang of
loss as he walked out of the room, briefly looking over
his shoulder at the heroine and her tormentors.
On the other hand, the giants had the Amazon
Princess where she had never been before.
Blow after blow had battered her lovely face.
Jonas had beaten her to the edge of unconsciousness,
as the beautiful Amazon Maid had been held in
the grip of his friend Valdez. (Though, truth to tell,
the latter’s role in debilitating the Princess
was unnecessary: even without the manacles, the drugs
would have seen to her incapacitation.) Finally,
released from the full nelson, she stood, swaying,
groggy, reaching out for the wall in
desperation. Now the two huge men moved to her front.
Valdez reached out and grabbed the top of her
bustier in his fist. The heavy satin material that
formed the eagle between her breasts was
crumpled as he pulled her toward him. Her three-inch
heels made staccato sounds across the varnished
hardwood of the floor. His right fist was drawn
back as he measured the pathetic Amazon Warrior.
Her head hung down, her jet-black hair masking
the savagery of the beating she had taken. Blood
streamed freely from her nose and the corner of her
mouth. Though one of the dignities the gods had
granted the Amazon race was the imperviousness
of their skin to bruising, the crimson smears
across her face and jaw gave ample evidence of Wonder
Woman’s defenselessness in the face of this
assault. Her arms dangled in front of her swaying body,
tantalising in its helplessness.
As his fist crashed into her jaw yet again, he
released his hold on her uniform. Powerless to do no
other, she staggered across the space to where his
companion awaited her. He slowed the avenger’s
reeling body, then measured her for his own
blow. He drove his rock-hard fist deep into her stomach.
‘GGGggghhhhhhaAAAgghh!!’ the Amazon moaned. She
folded like damp laundry and dropped to
her knees.
The Champion of All Women settled on her hip,
her legs drawn up like she was riding sidesaddle.
She leaned heavily on her hands that lay flat on
the floor, the chains joining her wrists running across
the polished dark wood. She sought desperately
to regain the wind that had been knocked so
violently out of her, audibly grunting. As the
helpless avenger gasped, the mixture of spit and blood
drooling from her mouth to the floor, she felt
tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t comprehend
what was wrong with her. Every time she prepared
to fight, her body reacted with fear and
weakness. As Jonas and Valdez strode to her, she
continued to stare at the floor through glazed eyes.
She whimpered weakly, ‘Pl… pl… please…. No-no…
more,’ the broken Princess of the Amazons
sobbed.
‘Stand up, you cunt!’ Jonas whispered harshly.
She tried and failed. Too battered to pull her
legs under her, too tired to rise from her half-sitting
position, Wonder Woman, the Champion of All
Women, the World’s Greatest Heroine, had been
conquered, beaten and defeated, by mere mortals.
Or so it seemed, and as Jonas and Valdez stood
over her, they smiled at one another.
‘I said, STAND UP!! you bitch!’ Jonas grabbed
her roughly by the top of her red bustier, now
showing evidence of the beating that had
befallen the heroine. As he pulled her to her feet, he
shredded part of the red-and-gold front,
tattering the eagle’s wing that enclosed Wonder Woman’s
generous breast. The pink of her nipple peeked
through.
She couldn’t stand, however. As she was returned
to her feet, she first swayed, then stumbled. It was
only a moment before she crashed into the body
of Valdez. He reached out to seize her unprotected
tit. ‘Man, how many guys have wanted to hold
these?’ he asked his friend. ‘And now, here I am.
‘Look at this, man! The great Wonder Woman!
Stumbling around, too weak to block a punch.’ He
drew his fist back and threw a blow directly at
the uncomprehending Amazon’s temple, stopping
short before striking. Then, he unrolled his
fist, and snapped the side of the heroine’s head with three
fingers. ‘Ding!’ he laughed.
Jonas was laughing, too. ‘Look at her. She’s
nothing. Nothing! Shows off her tits and legs. Wears
that slutty costume. Then, anytime some guy
wants some of what she’s offering, she smacks him
down.’ He stepped right in front of the helpless
Amazon. ‘NOT SO MUCH, EH, BITCH? Can’t
handle it when you’re up against a REAL MAN?’ He
pushed her, hard. Wonder Woman staggered
backwards until she struck the wall behind her.
She hit the back of her head against the barrier and
slid to the floor, winding up in a sitting
position, her legs spread.
‘Looks like Wonder Slut is asking for it,’
Valdez mocked. ‘Ever since I got here from Havana, I’ve
been looking for a real Fourth of July whore.’
‘She’s a little early.’ Jonas and Valdez laughed
again.
As they approached her, Wonder Woman struggled
out from the haze that had engulfed her. As the
two men grabbed her arms and pulled her once
again to her feet, she moaned feebly,
‘Nnnnnoooohhh… pleeeaase… n… no… mooore.’
‘Oh, you’re going to get lots more, Wonder
Slut,’ Valdez replied. ‘That’s all you are, isn’t it? A
Wonder Slut? Just a flag-waving slut in a Fourth
of July costume.’
Jonas chimed in, ‘Yeah. That’s it. Admit you’re
just a slut and we’ll go easy on you. Admit you’re a
cockteaser. Then we’ll make it quick and easy on
you.’
Through the haze, Wonder Woman heard what they
were demanding. ‘ NNnn- nnoo. No-not …
not… a… s-slut.’
‘Well, we’ll just have to show you how wrong you
are about that,’ Jonas said. ‘Take off those starry
panties of yours.’
Though barely conscious, Wonder Woman realised
just what these men were after now, and the
potential humiliation, piled on her defeat,
seemed to pull her out of her incomprehension. She would
not allow herself to be dishonoured in this way.
Even though she did not have the strength to resist
them, she would not grovel. But when she said,
‘N-no,’ it revealed how fearful she was. The fear
that was revealed in her voice undermined her
conviction. And the drug had defeated her
self-assurance. All she had was her dignity.
The word had barely escaped her mouth when Jonas
pushed her to the wall his huge hand wrapped
around her throat, pulling her back up the rough
partition so that she was actually lifted several
inches from the floor, choking her. ‘I said,
TAKE OFF THOSE PANTIES!! Show us your cunt,
superheroine!’
The superheroine flailed helplessly, striking
her antagonist weakly. As a result of the beating, she
could still only barely hold her head up, much
less wage any attack on these men. Meanwhile, as she
struck him futilely, Jonas’ grip slowly sucked
her remaining might from her. His big hand around her
throat, his face right in hers, he hissed,
‘TAKE… THEM… OFF!’ He released the helpless woman
and she dropped back to the floor. She gasped
for breath.
Standing unsteadily, Wonder Woman knew she could
not resist. Looking from her chained wrists to
Jonas and Valdez, who stood before her, she
sighed. Slowly, she reached for the band of her blue
tights.
‘Whooo-hooo!’ Jonas screeched. ‘Yeah, baby, take
’em off!’
Valdez spoke softly and evenly. ‘You see, my
little slut. There’s nothing we can’t make you do. So
just say it. Three little words.’
The humbled Amazon pulled her star-spangled
tights off her hips, her toned, flat stomach giving way
to her raven muff. Barely visible below the
short pitch-black hair, her pink sex tempted the two
bruisers who now stood momentarily silent. They
watched, open-mouthed, as the satin was pulled
down her tanned, round thighs. When she reached
her knees, she released the delicate object, which
fell soundlessly to the floor. Though she was
still disoriented from the beating she had received, in a
single graceful movement, she stepped from them
and stood erect, her hands covering her exposed
labia.
Her eyes were downcast. She couldn’t bring
herself to look at the men who had brought her to this
pass. But their presence was brought home to her
when Jonas shouted again. ‘Whooo-hooo!! Look
at that, amigo!’ Then he stepped closer to his
comrade and whispered, ‘We really can make Wonder
Woman do whatever we want!’
Valdez was ’way ahead of him. He grabbed the
heroine’s arm and pulled her toward the viewers’
box, now empty. Powerless to resist, the
Princess of Paradise Island stumbled after him. A tear rolled
down her cheek.
They stopped at the base of the steps leading up
into the enclosed wooden area. ‘Now, Wonder
Woman,’ Valdez said her name with sneering
disgust. ‘On your knees.’
Once again, her dignity as an Amazon Princess
intervened. Once again, a fearful ‘N-no,’ fell
tremulously from her quivering ruby-red lips,
now smeared in her own blood. Once again, Jonas
ended her defiance. Stepping up behind their
captive, he struck her right at the kidneys with a
powerful blow, sucking the air right out of her,
sending shooting pain across her rib cage and down
her spine. ‘Uullgghh-Hhhaaaccch!!’ the helpless
girl cried out in pain, as she slammed face-first into
the low wooden staircase.
Valdez reached down with his big ham fist, and
cupped her jaw, pulling the Princess’ beautiful face
toward his. ‘Now,’ he said threateningly, ‘on…
your… KNEES!! Bitch, when I tell you to do
something, you do it.’
Struggling to breathe, Wonder Woman rose as his
hand directed. Tears flowed more freely now,
cutting paths through the blood that stained her
face. She got to her hands and knees; she was on all
fours, her hands on the top step of the three
leading to the viewers’ box, her knees on the first rung.
She looked down at the chain that she thought
was responsible for her predicament and cursed her
Mother’s weakness that had brought her here.
‘Look at yourself,’ Jonas crowed. ‘The Great
Wonder Woman!! Champion Slut! Whore, not
Heroine! She’s gonna take it in the ass while
she sucks off my friend there. Then we’ll see what kind
of Champion she is. Champion Cocksucker? Or
Champion Housebitch? Now, THIS is the Champion
of All Women!’
Both of the men dropped their pants, stepping
out of them to reveal their already-erect dicks. Jonas
positioned himself behind the Amazon, and began
fingering her puckered asshole, jockeying the
head of his prick to the small target. The
nine-inch-long, three-inch-circumference cock would be a
tight-and very painful-fit. To grease the rails
a bit, he spat on Wonder Woman’s bare, flawless, ass,
rubbing the saliva around the entrance to her
hole. As he prepared to enter, he spat again, lubricating
his dick.
‘Ya know? She’s right about one thing,’ Jonas
said. ‘She acts like her shit don’t stink. And, from
what I can tell here, it don’t.’
Valdez chuckled. ‘She won’t be so
high-and-mighty after we get through.’ He looked down on the
humiliated superheroine, on her hands and knees
before him. ‘Isn’t that right, Wonder Slut?’
As the heroine looked up at Valdez, Jonas
pressed his first attack on her ass. The pain and
humiliation were greater than she had ever felt.
‘Aaaaarrgghhh!!’ she screamed. She dropped her
face, but was brought to a halt by Valdez’s
cupped hand on her chin. Before she could cry out again,
he pushed his full cock all the way into her
mouth, her red lips wrapping around the manmeat,
caressing it.
‘Now, my little slut, do your job,’ Valdez said
softly, almost kindly. ‘Make me happy.’
As Jonas pushed harder and harder to fully enter
the Amazon from behind, grunting and violently
exhaling, the tension on Wonder Woman’s jaw as
she orally stroked his partner was oddly
stimulating. Her teeth grated along the
underside of his cock, her tongue moved wildly around the
head, stretching his penis, driving Valdez into
paroxysms of ecstasy.
Jonas gripped the base of both sides of her
bustier along with her golden belt, and roughly pulled the
powerless avenger back onto his erection,
pushing himself ever deeper into her. Soon he was fully
engaged, the tightness of her anus stimulating
the full length of his manhood. He leaned down,
dropping his hands from their hold and wrapped
his arms around her waist, bringing his hands to her
exposed sex. There he found her clit, which he
began pinching between his thumb and forefinger, at
first weakly, but with increasing violence,
while, at the same time, brushing her entrance with his
middle finger. With his other hand, he rubbed
the inside of her thigh. His tongue licked her silken
back, the same back that was now straining in
agony against the sexual assault perpetrated by her
captors. Jonas, fully aroused and inflamed,
vocalised the pure animal lust he felt. With his hips he
tugged back his prick and the combination of
tightness and roughness of surface increased his
stimulation. He strove desperately to withhold
his ejaculation, biting the Amazon’s back to do so.
Wonder Woman’s hips gyrated, circled, seeking
escape, carrying his own hips with them, raising his
tension, increasing his level of excitement to
unimaginable heights.
He didn’t hear her muffled cry that was a result
of his animal bite. He raised himself over her again,
having pulled his cock back, and then thrust as
hard as he could, fully extending himself into her for a
second time. In fact, Jonas heard nothing at
all. Nothing except the rushing in his ears and the loud
inner voices celebrating the victory of Man over
Wonder Woman. He pulled back and thrust again,
and again, and again, experiencing a
lightheadedness and a gratifying and overwhelming arousal in
his groin such as he had not felt since his
first encounter with a woman in a Miami whorehouse. Of
course, he was only sixteen then, and in love
with the woman. THIS was different! THIS was
breaking the one woman on earth who had never
given in to a Man. THIS was grinding the face of
Wonder Woman into the earth.
‘Goddamn you, you motherfucking cunt!! Take it
in the ASS, you Wonder BITCH!! Pay for all the
times you kicked a MAN’S ass! You’re just a
CUNT, a MOUTH,… and… an ASSHOLE!!’
When he finished this litany, Jonas came like he
had never come before. His face pressed against the
red satin on the back, and he bit into her
golden belt. The stimulation on his cock, the power he felt
over this woman and her clear powerlessness
before him, the physical perfection he saw on her
knees before him…. All of these things drove him
to a crescendo of sexual rapture. He came inside
her ass, the white fluid serving to further
lubricate the canal, so that his exit from the humbled
Amazon was much easier than his entry. He
continued to pump even after he had withdrawn, the
last streams covering Wonder Woman’s ass,
running down the outside of her thigh, as well as
fouling the splendor of her belt and uniform. He
knew he would never again achieve such heights.
He looked down on the defeated Wonder Woman. Her
hips had fallen forward and now lay on the
steps. This new position squeezed her anus so
that his cum bubbled up out of her asshole and ran
down the back of her thighs. Seeing that, he had
one more idea, and began to gather his seed in his
hand, waiting for his compadre to finish.
Valdez had taken advantage of Wonder Woman’s
screech at Jonas’ buggery to get easy access to
the Amazon’s mouth. Once entered, he discovered
that her lips seemed well experienced in inciting
him to still higher realms of bliss. Her teeth
grated along the bottom of his prick, their sharpness
implying a sense of danger, danger he knew she
would never validate. Her tongue stroked the entire
length of his manhood, and as he pulled out and
then thrust deeper, his sensitive head tested new
terrain for further arousal. It seemed that he
had never been so big, or so hard.
As he pumped in and out of her mouth, her cheeks
added to his arousal, alternately expanding,
bellows-like, to deform her perfect face, and
contracting to shallow, concave dimples. The muffled
shout that was a result of Jonas’ bite on her
back simply added a new source of stimulation, the
waves of her anguish rippling over his manhood.
Looking down on the humiliated superheroine,
Valdez saw her tiara, her crown, glistening amid her
pitch-black tresses. He had to have it! As he
reached, he seized and his eyes closed. He fought the
ejaculation, hoping to delay the moment of
delight and raise his own level of paradise. His hand fell
weakly and heavily on the head of the lovely
Amazon Maid, and played through the tresses,
searching. Again, Valdez seized and his ham hand
formed a tight fist, yanking the Princess’ head
toward him.
He heard Jonas shouting something unintelligible
and saw his vague movements up and down on the
back of the humbled heroine. He must be cumming.
Pussy! He would show that gringo how a REAL
MAN makes a slut like this wait for it.
The combination of tongue and cheeks and teeth
drove Valdez wild. ‘OOOoooohhhh, you slut. You
goddamn slut! Madre de Dios! Come on, you slut,
TAKE IT ALL!!’ He pushed his full ten-inch
length against the back of the Amazon’s throat.
He felt his balls thrust against her chin. But still she
didn’t stop inflaming his senses. Her tongue and
her cheeks raised the level of this delight he had
climbed to. He seemed to rock in this
lightheadedness brought on by an unbelievable sexual
stimulation. The head of his dick rubbed against
the back of her throat, but it was her mouth that
seemed to him to be divine. As he eased himself
back and from her mouth, she tightened her hold on
him, slowing his exit.
Her mouth hung slightly open now, exhaustion
setting in, and he felt the puffing of her breathing
passing across his soaked penis. Her lips
grabbed him again, then released him, and he used the hand
entangled in her hair to move her head violently
back and forth, taking him in and out of those
luscious lips. He recalled kissing them moments
earlier, pushing his tongue to that same place. Or, at
least, almost to that same place.
Once again he drove home, his head striking the
back of her throat. She was pulling down on him
now, collapsing under the beating and
degradation he… HE!… had given her. The image of the
costumed crimefighter, the enticing Amazon, the
Champion of All Women…!! raced through his
mind. Then he looked down and saw the heroine
herself: the tiara, the red-and-gold bustier and
golden belt. But most all of he saw that body
that any man would kill for. She was sucking his cock.
She was at his mercy.
‘OOOooohhhh, maaann! Suck it, you Bitch! Suck
me! Suck me! Suck me harder!’
When he came, it was like nothing he had ever
experienced. He pumped again and again, shooting
his seed into the back of her throat. He heard
the Amazon gag and cough, pulling her head from him.
His cock was released from her mouth and he
continued to shoot strings of his cum into first her face
and then onto her back as her head fell to the
floor. He fell to his knees, straddling the Princess’ head.
Wonder Woman had lost all of her will. She was a
plaything, a sex toy, in the hands of these two
men. The pain inflicted on her during her
beating at their hands paled in comparison with the
humiliation she now felt. Nothing she had
undergone-at the hands of Nazis, spies, or
criminals-compared to this vision. Beaten nearly
unconscious, she had been saved from the darkness
to experience this… this shame. To her, her
uniform symbolised much of what she believed about her
adopted country. The stars on her tights were
not simply a reminder of the blue field of the flag; it
represented the astral aspirations that America
embodied. She had been forced, under threat of
further beating at the hands of these Men, to
remove them in their sight. Like a common stripper!
She had come to America to help it attain its
ideal of peace in a violent world and to fulfill its
founders’ goal of brotherhood. Because she held
to this ideal, she had been raped. The aspirations of
these men were not the high-minded goals of her
race or her country, but rather to sodomise her.
As she lay helpless, sprawled on the steps
leading to the observers’ box in the arena somewhere
beneath the White House, Wonder Woman felt the
pain fading in her hips and thighs, where she had
resisted her attacker. Her hips moved slowly,
painfully, up and down, trying to throw the pain from
her body. In her mouth, she still carried the
salty taste of the other’s cum. Her throat still ached from
the choking that had resulted from the oral
rape. The white fluid that she could not swallow dripped
from her lower lip down her chin and to the
wooden floor beneath her. She coughed, expelling some
more of the foul-tasting semen. Disgraced,
dishonoured, humiliated, she felt deeply the shame that
had been violently and vilely inflicted on her.
Her red leather boots lay on the floor below the
stairs leading to the box, her naked legs were
spread, and her uncovered hips rested on the
second step. Below her thighs, a small puddle of white
fluid gathered. More of the runny substance
still dripped from her bare hips. She tried to pull her
knees toward her, but any movement brought with
it pain. The humiliation she felt was embodied in
the indignity of her own nakedness. On Paradise
Island, the Amazon culture celebrated their bodies.
At this moment, the Princess of the Amazons
sought to hide herself from the eyes of her tormentors.
Her bare shoulders and arms rested inside the
box, and her head lay on its side facing her right hand.
The chain that bound her wrists ran beneath her
neck. Tears streamed now from her eyes, as her
broken spirit finally gave vent to a gush of
emotion. Surely, this was the culmination of their
degradation of this now-powerless woman.
‘Get her up!’ she heard Jonas say, and a rough
pair of hands grabbed her hair and bustier, tearing it
again, and lifting her from the floor and her
trance. She was raised to her knees; not even allowed the
dignity of being seated.
Sitting back on her haunches in the viewers’ box
now, as she had been dragged up the three steps to
this point, Valdez grabbed her by her raven hair
and pulled her upward. ‘No time to be lazy, my
little slut,’ he said, still sounding quiet and
considerate. She knelt with her back ramrod straight but
her shoulders slumped, and her face downcast.
She would show them that she was not what they
called her. Sighing, and almost inaudibly, she
tried to tell them, ‘Uuhhhnnn-n-noo. N-no-not… a…
sl-mmmmmpphh!’
Before she could finish her defense, Jonas
intruded. ‘Time for seconds,’ he said, forcing his handful of
semen into her mouth. ‘If you can enjoy my
partner here, and all of his spic spunk, then you’ll
absolutely love good ol’ American cum.’ Together
the two White House operatives grabbed her
hair, forcing her head back.
She tried to keep her mouth shut, but Jonas
pushed his hand into her mouth, pouring his seed onto
her tongue. She tried to scream, but she was too
weak, too beaten to even utter a cry of desperation.
As it ran down her throat, again she choked and
coughed. What she expelled simply ran down her
chin from the corner of her mouth.
Jonas wiped the mixture of blood and cum and
pushed it back into her. ‘Oh, dear superheroine, you
don’t want to lose any of this.’ As he smeared
the blood and cum over her ruby-red lips, the two
men laughed. ‘Come on, superheroine. Try this.
Breakfast of Champions!’ Jonas told her.
‘Champion of All Women!! Take it all, cunt. Take
it all,’ Valdez laughed.
When they had finished, they threw her back to
the floor. She lay as she had earlier, her hands near
her head, the chain running under her neck.
There was no movement except for the quivering of her
smooth, tanned shoulders as she sobbed quietly,
and the raising and pounding of her right fist on the
floor.
End of Chapter
Two
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