WONDER WOMAN: The Senator’s Crisis by marat

Chapter 2

When the guard commander released Wonder Woman’s lasso, she did not immediately regain

complete control of her faculties, her power, and her will. She was still bound by the golden rope,

which was looped around her. Wonder Woman was still controlled by the lasso, but no one else’s

will controlled hers. In addition, the physical beating she had endured for the last few hours had

taken its toll on her body. Now, with the withdrawal of the commander’s control, her body felt the

full brunt of its exhaustion. Thus, for a moment after the rope hit the floor, the Amazon prisoner

continued to powerfully suck the cock of the guard. But she felt the end of his control, and as she did

so, she reached for the lasso. The guard was unsteady on his feet. With her left hand, the Amazon

fondled his balls, driving the fever pitch of his sexual excitement even higher. He took one, two steps

back, his face directed toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. The sweat poured off his face and his

breathing increased in tempo. Wonder Woman pulled more powerfully at his member, using her

tongue to stimulate the tip. With her right hand, she felt the floor for the lasso, finding it lying at his

feet. When she regained control over her own greatest weapon, and with her own will, the revulsion

of what had been done to her seized her, and she bit down. Hard.

Warm blood filled her mouth and the commander’s terrified scream filled the cell, the entire floor. As

his cock was pulled from her mouth, she spat out the mixture of blood and cum. Traces of both

remained on her chin. The commander of the guard fell to his knees as he cradled his injured member

in the palms of both hands. He moaned and whimpered as the intense pain shot through his entire

body. But it didn’t last long, as the vengeful Amazon grabbed him by the back of his tunic, stood him

up, and hurled him face first into the wall. The crack of his skull resounded through the room. Then

she turned to face the others in his unit. Seizing the man nearest to her, she lifted him over her head

and threw him across the room, where he took out a small table in the corner. Blood poured from his

broken nose, and the laceration on his scalp. The Amazon then raced to the next man.

As she did so, the guard nearest the door stirred himself enough to run out of the room. Slamming the

door behind him, he paused long enough to drop the exterior bar into place. He ran down the hall

toward the staircase. Meanwhile, inside the cell, Wonder Woman was dispensing with the third

member of the group that had humiliated the Amazon Princess.

Her rage not yet dissipated, Wonder Woman looked about the room for the fourth man when she

realised he had fled the scene. She also recognised that it was necessary that she do so as well. She

dressed herself quickly and returned the golden lasso to its place at her right hip. Moving to the door,

she gave it a gentle push. Barred, the door did not budge; Wonder Woman kicked the door from its

hinges and rushed into the hall.

The hallways in the sub-basements of the Senator’s mansion were not well lighted, and the Amazon

looked about her in the dim light. The hall ran off in both directions. There were adjoining halls at

both ends and a stairwell to her left.

‘There’s much more here than meets the eye. I need to find out what’s up,’ she thought. Moving

down the hall, Wonder Woman forced two doors before she got to the stairwell. In both cases they

appeared to be nothing more than storerooms. But there were a lot of medical and biomedical

materials stored there.

Then, when she got to the stairwell, she was shocked to discover that the stairs were both up toward

the ground level and down, deeper into the earth beneath the Great House. Maybe I can get more

information here, she thought as she descended the stairs. There has to be an explanation for the

security, these people, these activities.

She went down to the next level, crossed the hallway, and forced the door to the room there.

Switching on the lights, she saw what looked like an armory: weapons of the most modern type

lined up, ready for use. Whatever was going on here, it looked more and more dangerous. The

Amazon reminded herself of what she knew about Senator Carlton: how he sometimes went beyond

mere antagonism toward his opponents on the Senate floor, how often he treated the antiwar

protesters as more than that, calling for military reprisals against them, and, even more dangerous,

how he often spoke of the need for increasing the power of the Government, particularly of the

President, to deal with these outbreaks. He was the only member of Congress to attack the students

who were killed at Kent State as ‘vile and filthy traitors.’ This was a dangerously unbalanced man in

a position of great power and responsibility. What had she stumbled into?

At that moment, her sharp Amazon hearing picked up the sound of many boot-clad feet racing down

the stairwell. As she listened, she heard them stop at the floor above, as these guards began to search

for her. If she wished to leave, she knew she could do so. Her Amazon bracelets would protect her

from the bullets they might fire at her and her strength and speed would ensure no one would

capture her. But if she did flee the grounds, it would be her word about what she had seen and what

had happened: her word against that of a very powerful opponent. She needed to find out what

deeper secret was hidden here.

Moving as quietly as she could in her three-inch heels, she made her way to the other end of the hall

and forced another door there. She found more weapons, this time much more powerful and

dangerous: Poison gas grenades, automatic weapons, and some boxes with long chemical names

applied to them. Before she could do much close investigating, she heard the troops begin to move

down the stairs to this floor. A decision must be made: Whether to stay on and continue to hunt for

something to tie together all of this firepower and manpower and paranoia, or failing that, to get off

the estate as quickly as possible.

Looking around the room, she saw the ventilation duct as her only escape option. Perhaps she could

make her way to another room on this floor out of sight of the searchers. Perhaps there was

something on this floor that would give her the insight she needed to draw a conclusion. Wriggling

up into the shaft, she settled near an outlet vent just as guards burst into the room.

‘She was here,’ one of them said. ‘The door has been forced; the light is on. All right. You two stay

here. If you see her, let out a yell. Remember, bullets won’t do any good against her. So set up

whatever ruckus you can. We’ll come running. Most of us will be on this hall.’ He left two

strong-looking young men in the room.

As his footsteps faded down the hall, one turned to the other. ‘Did you see what she did to them?’

‘Yeah. I’d say she was pretty mad.’ Wonder Woman smiled. ‘I have to admit, though, I won’t miss

Anderson. He was just an everyday prick… but… she bit his cock off.’ He shook his dead and

shivered.

‘Do you think she’s made it downstairs yet?’

‘Doubt it. If she was here and in the other room at the end of the hall, I don’t see how she could.

There’s only the stairway at the end. She hasn’t had a whole lot of time. She’s probably somewhere

between the two rooms.’

‘Hartz!’ the shout came from down the hall. ‘You and Yeager get down here. RICKY-TICK!’

Quickly the two men rushed from the room.

Wonder Woman climbed down from the vent, after a decent interval to determine whether this was

a ploy to draw her out. ‘Evidently they don’t want me to see what’s downstairs,’ she thought. ‘I

need to get down one more floor.’

She very carefully opened the door and checked the hall. There was no one visible and she could

hear the scraping of the boots on the polished floors a good distance away. She gingerly moved into

the hallway, watchful for anyone entering from any room. As they say in some very bad movies, it

was quiet, too quiet.

She descended to the next level. This floor had two sets of fire doors just off the stairwell. Obviously,

they were concerned about the nature of whatever was on this level. She slid through both sets of

doors and found a brightly lit hall, in contrast to the two sub-levels above.

‘Not a person in sight. No guards. No security. This must be a trap. Well, if it is, I better find out

what it is I’m not supposed to know. Can’t let them go through all this trouble for nothing.’

There was only one room on this level. The double doors were less than twenty feet from the fire

doors. A she stood before them, Wonder Woman felt that she would need all her strength and speed

to attain whatever information she was about to uncover. So she prepared her mind and body for

rapid action. She felt that her body had recovered noticeably from the assault earlier, and though the

pain was gone, the ache she felt inside was a reminder to be careful. She pulled open one of the

doors and stepped quickly inside.

The room was empty. It was a trap! Even before she could turn, the heavy steel bars came down

between the Amazon and the exit. Lights in the room flashed, and outside, in the hall, she heard a

siren.

‘Time to go. If they think that bars like these can stop me, they’ve got another….’

The power of the electricity that slammed through her body when she grabbed the bars was

overwhelming. Not only was each bar sending a current, but also beneath her feet was a metal plate,

so that the energy flowed through her body. Her jaw dropped open, and gradually she began to

shake under the force coursing through her. The electrical current bound her hands to the bars and

her feet to the floor, and because of her Amazon strength it took many minutes for her to finally sink

to her knees, still holding on to the vertical bars. Her eyes rolled up in her head and the last thing she

remembered was a kind of copper taste in her mouth.

Several men in the familiar black security uniforms entered the room and looked down on the

unconscious Amazon. At a signal from the leader, one of them turned off the current at a switch

behind a panel in the wall. When the current had been turned off, the Princess’ arms fell to the floor,

but she remained on her knees, her head leaning against the bars, her black hair singed and hanging

down over her face and left shoulder. ‘Hartz! Yeager! Well done!’ the commander noted. Then he

slid his foot between the bars and kicked Wonder Woman to her back on the polished floor.

*****

A half hour later, Wonder Woman was supported, still unconscious, from the ceiling. A heavy chain

ran between equally heavy manacles snugly fixed over her Amazon bracelets. The thick links of the

chain ran up to the ceiling and through a latticework of metal beams that crisscrossed the brightly lit

room. Her head hung down over her chest, tilted to the right, so that her long glistening raven hair

covered her bare right shoulder, her upper chest, and her right breast enveloped in her red-and-gold

breastplate. Her arms rose straight up on either side of her head. Her body leaned to the right, her hip

thrust outward, unsupported by her legs which, with bent knees, gave an appearance of strong

sensuality in their revealing curvature. Her uniform was intact, her tiara shining dimly in the twisted

curls of her thick black hair. The bustier and breastplate with the eagle design still protected her

breasts, lifting them and supporting them like two Atlas missiles. Her golden girdle lay across the top

of her hips, though the magic lasso was gone from its place at her right hip. Her blue and white

star-spangled tights still shone with a satin sheen. Her red leather boots, though scuffed as a result of

her earlier struggles, covered her feet and calves, now carelessly splayed. But all across her body

was the evidence of the rape and assault. Dried cum and evidence of sweat covered her exposed

body and was also seen on her costume. The finely honed musculature of the Amazon Princess was

on display. Her bare upper chest and back revealed the physique of a powerful athlete’s body. Her

torso narrowed severely to her waist, covered by the lower part of her bustier. Her hips, accentuated

by the hip-hugging tights, were full and desirable, as were her perfect breasts. The perfect thighs,

round, smooth, and tan, proclaimed this woman as the ideal specimen of her race and her gender.

And she was a captive. Even more, with her bracelets chained by a man, she was helpless and

powerless against whatever they may now have planned for her.

There were two guards, dressed in the same black uniforms, which had been worn by the earlier

groups she had encountered, in the room with her. Their black leather belts carried holstered pistols;

their black leather boots glistened in the light.

The double doors were slammed open as five men walked quickly into the room. The black uniform

of one showed insignia of rank and the two men who had been alone with the captive Princess leapt

to attention.

‘Is she conscious yet?’ the officer demanded.

‘Not yet, sir,’ one of the guards answered.

‘Well, the Senator’s on his way. He’ll be here in a few minutes. Wake her up!’

Shortly, one of the uniformed figures stood before the unconscious Amazon with a bucket of water.

Grabbing the bucket top and bottom, he threw its contents into the face and upper chest of the

prisoner. The slap of the cold water shocked Wonder Woman back to consciousness. Gasping for

breath, she quickly assessed her situation. Planting her feet firmly on the floor, she could now let her

arms hang loosely, suspended from the ceiling, her elbows bent. The water ran down her face and

chest, drenching the satin eagle of her breastplate.

Smiling, the officer looked at her with cold eyes. ‘Stand at attention, Amazon. You’re about to meet

your master.’

‘No man has the right to claim to be anyone’s master. And certainly no man can claim to be mine,’

Wonder Woman answered defiantly.

‘Then you had better quickly take a look at your situation, woman. When you told your captors,

under the power of your own lasso, that by chaining your wrists we deprive you of your strength,

you gave us the key to controlling you. Your bracelets are chained by links of the finest steel

manufactured in America. Go ahead. Try to break the chain.’

Wonder Woman didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her frustration and humiliation.

But she unobtrusively tensed her arms to test the strength of the chain. Though her face revealed no

sign of emotion as she stared into the face of the officer, she felt her heart sink as she realised that the

chain was as strong as he said it was, particularly in her weakened state.

‘You shouldn’t have done what you did earlier to those men. Your punishment will reflect on that

action, not to mention all the other charges against you. And even though Sergeant Anderson wasn’t

well liked by anyone here, you will be made to pay for what you did. There are many ways to inflict

pain. You will learn many of them.’

Wonder Woman allowed no sign of emotion to cross her face. She even offered a sign of her dignity,

raising her head a little higher, setting her jaw a little stronger, turning her head slightly so that she

now looked at her captor with lowered eyelids and with her head turned slightly away from him. In

her three-inch heels, she was slightly taller than he was as well, so that she was also looking down

on him.

His fist lashed out, catching on her left cheekbone, driving her head back. The sound of fist hitting

flesh and bone echoed in the bare room. ‘You are in no position to adopt that kind of superior pose!

RIGHT NOW, WONDER WOMAN, you’re superior to no one!’ He spoke her name slowly,

dripping contempt with each syllable.

‘You seem used to beating people, especially women, when they can’t fight back,’ Wonder Woman

said softly.

This time his fist buried itself deep into her muscular body, just below the diaphragm, driving the air

out. The Amazon doubled over as much as her chains would allow her. But she quickly resumed her

upright posture, breathing deeply. The hard look on her face did not allow the officer more than a

momentary triumph.

Just then, there was a clatter as the double doors opened and Senator Carlton, wearing a business

suit and string tie, entered.

Looking the captive Amazon up and down, he was quiet for along while. ‘She killed three true

patriots tonight. She has been more trouble than she is worth. And she is a traitor to this country that

has honoured her so glowingly.

‘How many times have you defended those communist sympathisers marching in the streets? You

and so many like you, looking for every fault, every reason to attack out country. On the news, in the

newspapers, no voice proclaims the rightness of our country’s actions. No wonder communism is on

the march everywhere. Well, at last we have a President and people around him that want to do

something about it. The other day, President Nixon had a secret meeting at the White House. I was

there along with some other patriotic leaders. He called for all the intelligence-gathering

organisations to mobilise their efforts. We’re going to find out just how deep this communist

conspiracy runs. The FBI, CIA, Defense Intelligence, military intelligence agencies, all of them.

They’re going to be exposed and punished for their activities. And the punishment starts here.

Tonight.’

As Wonder Woman listened to this diatribe, she could hardly believe her ears. The President, using

the powers of government to stifle free speech, free protest, free demonstrations? Surely, this

couldn’t happen. And how could he declare that she was a traitor?

Senator Carlton continued, ‘How dare you wear those symbols of this country? You’ve betrayed

everything this country stands for when you helped those people who are attacking my country. You

have no right to those symbols.’ With that, he grabbed the red-and-gold breastplate with both hands,

seizing the cups that cradled Wonder Woman’s breasts, and pulled it from her body. He threw the

piece to the floor, then stamped on it and kicked it across the room.

Following this display, he was momentarily silent, taken aback by the enormous orbs, which now

faced him, just below his chin. Wonder Woman used this loss of momentum to speak. ‘You seem to

be confusing the country and the Government, Senator. Shouldn’t the government dedicate itself to

defend the principles on which the country is based, instead of trying to prosecute people for their

ideas?’

‘When their ideas are wrong and evil, we’ll do more than prosecute them. Now I have no more time

for discussion. You, my bare-breasted superheroine, are about to become a very different kind of

legend.’ Turning to the officer who had spoken to the prisoner earlier, he spoke quietly, but Wonder

Woman could hear, ‘Remember the goal is her public humiliation. We want her filmed confession

before we leave her in public disgrace.’

The Senator moved to leave, and then he stopped. ‘Oh, one more thing. Don’t use that lasso to get

her to say the things we want the world to hear her say. They would recognise the power of the

lasso. She must say them of her own free will.’ He then turned to leave, followed by two of the

black-garbed security troops.

‘Senator,’ Wonder Woman called after him. ‘Haven’t you forgotten something?’

‘What?’ he asked.

‘Haven’t you forgotten that there are people in the government itself who will resist you and those

who are with you? How can you hope to accomplish all you want to accomplish when the

government itself won’t even be united in the effort?’

‘We’ve thought of that, too, Wonder Woman. We’ll use the election system itself to get all the

people in office that we need. If we manipulate things enough, the great unwashed mass of voters

will give us the people who will do what we want. Remember what P.T. Barnum said? “There’s a

sucker born every minute.” And H.L. Mencken? “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the

intelligence of the American public.” We’ll use that to get the power we need.’

Wonder Woman looked at him aghast. This conspiracy, which evidently started high up in the

White House and included the President, was aimed at creating nothing less than a dictatorship. By

using fear and manipulating the media, they would get elected and appointed a Government that

would then strip Americans of their rights. She had to get out. She had to do what she could to

prevent this.

Senator Carlton turned and strode out, followed by the two men who were with him. The five men

who were left in the room now turned their attention to the helpless Amazon before them. ‘Wet her

down some more,’ the officer ordered. In a few moments, a fire hose was turned on the captive, the

force of the water sufficient to knock her off her feet if she were not suspended from the ceiling. The

water struck her in her bare torso, driving her this way and that, at times even lifting her off the floor.

When the hose was directed at her face, it was like a rapid-fire series of punches landing about her

head. Wonder Woman focused her efforts on simply keeping her head about her, being aware of

what was happening to her during the pummeling. Finally, the hose was turned off.

‘The Senator wants you to prepare a statement, declaring that you have aided the enemies of

America. Now, you can’t very well go before the cameras in that condition,’ the men in black

laughed at this joke, ‘but we have to make you talk.’ He gave a signal with his arm. Two of the men

approached the suspended heroine with long poles with trigger-like enclosures near one end. ‘I

don’t think you recognise these, Wonder Woman. These are cattle prods. They’re used to keep

mavericks in line. Which is what we’re going to do with them.’

One of the guards approached the soaked captive with the prod. He slowly brought the tip toward

the Amazon’s waist on her right side.

ZZZA-ZZZZAAAAPP!

A sharp pain made the Amazon Maid jump away from the source, but as she moved she came in

range of the other, which gave her another shock in her lower back.

ZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!

The prisoner danced away from the prods, first one, then the other, but continuously failed to avoid

the pain. Each shock led directly to the next.

‘I trust you get the idea, Amazon,’ the officer said after a few moments. “In your current soaked

condition, your body is a wonderful conductor of electricity, Wonder Woman.’ He giggled. ‘And,

while you’re our guest, we’ll keep you wet.’ He nodded and Wonder Woman was again shocked in

the back. Then, the hose was turned on her to renew the water, which was so necessary to the

intensity of the pain. The pain was not dangerous to even the weakened Amazon Princess, but it was

severe. After much time under this torture, she could be forced into doing some things she would not

otherwise want to do. The officer continued, ‘But, you realise, there are some parts of the body,

particularly a woman’s body, which are more susceptible to these sorts of assaults.’ He signaled

again.

With growing horror, Wonder Woman watched as the two men brought the tips of their prods

toward her exposed breasts. She tried to withdraw, but could not even take a significant step back.

The one to her left struck first, shocking the nipple of her left breast with a short, sharp electric

shock. Before the Princess’ faculties cleared, the other attacked her right nipple, this time holding the

prod to the sensitive mammary for a full thirty seconds. Wonder Woman’s head fell back, and her

knees buckled, as she allowed herself to simply hang by the manacles connecting her wrists. She

closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in her effort to refrain from crying out. Tears formed as a result.

But she didn’t cry out.

Now the officer approached her. ‘You see, it can be painful, even to someone with such strength as

yours.’ He cupped her breast in his gloved hands. ‘Certainly, there are much gentler ways to treat

these.’ He leaned forward and took the nipple in his mouth, nibbling and licking the tip. He looked

up at the Amazon and smiled. ‘Do you want to save us a lot of time and trouble?’

Wonder Woman’s knee rose directly into his groin, lifting him almost a foot off the floor. His shriek

echoed throughout the room. He dropped to one knee before the captive Princess, breathing slowly

and heavily. It was a full two minutes before he could speak again, though he tried, and failed. When

his voice finally returned, it was only a harsh whisper. ‘Hold her!’ The two men who were not

occupied with the cattle prods secured the woman, one wrapping up her thighs and the other her

waist. Both of them immediately felt erections, which they did their best to conceal from their

commander.

The commander struggled to stand up; then he approached the restrained woman. ‘There are areas

of your anatomy which may be even more-responsive--to the tingles of these devices.’ He grabbed

her satin tights and pulled them roughly from her. When he stepped back and the guards again

allowed the Amazon to stand free, she was garbed only in her tiara, now almost entirely concealed

in her tousled ebony hair, her bracelets, linked by the manacles, and her led leather knee-high boots.

Her body shone with the mixture of perspiration, water, and cum.

Once again the guards approached their bound prisoner. Once again one of the guards jabbed his

cattle prod at the tender and reddening breast of his victim. Again the sound of the electric shock

snapped across the bare room. The blue light jumped from the tip of the prod to the firm roundness of

the nipple, as the guard tried to use the pink circle as a target, keeping the prod bearing true to the

fullness of Wonder Woman’s breast for long minutes. The Amazon failed to twist her body away

from the torture, as ripples spread along the top surface of her mammary resulting from the electric

force applied to the tender gland. Still, the heroic Amazon refused to scream. Her head whipped

about wildly, her black tresses beating against her suspended arms, her teeth clenched in pain.

Even as one guard dedicated himself to the torture of the Amazon’s breasts, the other directed his

three-foot electrified pole at her tender sexual area. Her soaked body writhed against the torment of

her breasts, but before she knew what hit her, a new and more painful attack snapped at her genitals.

The blue spark singed her raven bush and then the guard moved directly to attack her vagina,

clitoris, and lips. When the first bolt struck, Wonder Woman’s liquid blue eyes went wide, she

sharply drew in a full breath, and her heroism collapsed in the face of the two-pronged attack.

Her scream of pain was loud and long, echoing in the cavernous room. The guard kept the prod at

the Amazon’s tender sex for a full minute. Her scream stopped long before that. As she gasped

audibly for air, the commander approached her.

‘I trust you can see how-uncomfortable-we can make it for you,’ he said, with a touch of acid in his

voice. ‘Surely you can see the wisdom of the solution I offer.’

Between gasps, the Amazon was barely able to stammer her response. ‘I… I… will… ne-… ne-…

ne-ver… do… (gasp)… you ask.’

The officer stepped back and with his arm ordered the two men forward again. ‘Make sure that the

shock you are giving her is the highest you can,’ he ordered. The guards checked the dials on their

prods and made the appropriate adjustment. Then they again went after their helpless prisoner.

The screams of the powerless Amazon reverberated across the room and even escaped into the hall,

where the guards at the double doors listened to the torture of the Princess. After many long minutes,

the screaming ceased.

Wonder Woman was unconscious. She hung limply from the ceiling, her knees bent, her head

hanging low over her chest, The officer in charge stepped forward and grabbed her hair in his fist,

raising the head of the Amazon. Her full red lips showed touches of the foam that frothed from her

mouth, the lips hanging loosely open. He let her head drop back to her chest.

Even chained, the Princess maintained resiliency and speed of recovery. Again and again, she passed

out under the torture, again and again, she revived to face her agony. Each time she struggled back

to consciousness, the guard smiled as she stumbled to get her feet, covered in her red leather boots,

under her.

Finally, the officer stood before his prisoner completely confident that she could do nothing to resist

him. As she stared glassily at him, his gloved hand reached down, down past her black bush, and

began to rub against her clitoris. Pushing further, he next spread her lips and inserted his middle

finger into her sore vagina. He watched as the helpless heroine winced and groaned as he did so.

Pushing deeper, he penetrated the woman with a second finger, then a third. ‘Aaahhhhhhggghhhhh!’

Wonder Woman moaned. In her weakened state, she could do little else, as, with the widening

sweeps of his hand, he opened her sex to him.

‘Hold her up,’ he ordered, as he began to undo his pants. The two men without the prods took up the

Amazon Princess from behind. Without resistance, she was lifted from the floor, each black-garbed

guard supporting her back and a thigh. The officer stepped between her legs and, with his already

erect penis, entered her. Again she groaned in pain. With one hand he kneaded her round tan thigh,

feeling the full circumference of it, running his hand along its elevated underside all the way to the

muscular buttocks. He drove his prick deep into Wonder Woman’s cunt, again and again, while his

index finger found her anus and penetrated her there. In the meantime, his other hand, starting at her

navel, ran back and forth across her stomach and up toward her round, reddened, breasts.

Eventually, he began tweaking her nipple with his index and middle fingers, stimulating the helpless

woman even more.

Wonder Woman was barely conscious of what was happening to her. But as he drove, pistonlike,

into her from below, her hips rose and her legs attempted to straighten. Her leather boots

involuntarily wrapped around his waist, the leather exciting him further. Her head fell back, her

black tresses reaching nearly to the floor. Almost inaudibly, a whispered moan escaped her lips.

Driving faster and faster into her, his grunts were rhythmic but accelerating. Finally, when he could

withhold himself no longer, he deposited his sperm deep inside the captive Princess. After a moment,

he stepped back and arranged his unit back inside his pants. ‘Bring her down!’ he ordered.

By pulling a switch behind a panel, the Amazon’s chains were released, and her arms dropped into

her lap. The two guards who were holding the woman unceremoniously dropped her to the floor.

She lay there, conscious but unmoving. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. As the officer of the

guards moved away, having satisfied himself, the heroic Amazon began to struggle to her feet. ‘You

men! YOU TAKE HER, TOO!’ he commanded.

Wonder Woman had risen only so far as planting one foot on the floor when she was seized by the

first two guards, grunting, almost howling animalistically, intent on continuing her sexual abasement.

Those men who had held her up for their officer’s enjoyment now grabbed her upper arms and

dragged the powerless Amazon to the metal floor again.

She lay on her back, shaking her head, trying to yell, though her voice was barely more than a harsh

whisper, ‘Nooo! No!’ again and again, but unable to free herself from the grip of the two powerful

men. Quickly the one on her right swept his leg across her chest, pinning her arms to her sides, his

leather boots pinning her chained wrists to the floor. The chain that ran between her bracelets lay

across her bare writhing hips. He looked down at the beautiful, helpless woman beneath him. She

continued shaking her head until he grabbed her by her black hair just behind the point of her tiara.

At the same time, the other black-uniformed security officer moved and straddled her thighs. ‘Hey!

Peterson! Bobby! Grab her legs!’ No sooner had he called than the other two guards, now relieved

of their cattle prods, rushed over and settled on each side of the Princess’ lower body, each taking a

red boot in both his hands and pulling them wide. Wonder Woman madly struggled to kick, but very

soon each of her boots had a guard sitting on it, holding it to the floor. The man who had called for

aid then slid down to a point between her spread legs.

The man who was sitting on her chest, holding her hair, slid a little further down her body, so that he

now had Wonder Woman’s generous breasts directly in front of him. Taking one in each hand, he

began to massage the mammaries, squeezing, pushing them together, and pulling on the breast and

the nipple. Occasionally he would reach his face down and take the nipple in his mouth and biting

down hard on the tender point. He flattened the breasts alternately, sucked them, mounded them like

clay, twisted them, found endless ways to play with these wondrous mounds before him. All the

while, The Amazon Princess, frustrated by her inability to resist these men, continued to cry out,

‘No! NO! You can’t! YOU WON’T!’ The cries seemed to distract him. Looking around, he saw the

superheroine’s star-spangled briefs lying in the water nearby. Reaching around, he picked them up

and shoved them in the mouth of the captive. Her cries were reduced to muffled yells, much less

distracting at a time like this, he thought. He next withdrew his cock from his pants and began

playing it between her breasts, so that as he moulded and shifted the mounds of flesh, it laid between

them, on top of one, then the other. All the while, the cock grew, until it extended fully past Wonder

Woman’s breasts. And, as he rode the Amazon, stimulating his prick with her endowments, he

began to move up and down on her torso, just as if he were riding horseback. His rhythmic ride

reached a climax when, fully stimulated, he shot his cum directly into the face of the prisoner. Again

and again he released and his jism flew against her chin, her face, and dribbled at last onto her bare

chest. When he was finished, just as if he were dismounting a horse, he lifted his left leg, at the same

time pressing Wonder Woman’s shoulders to the floor, and moved to his knees to his right arm.

‘Bobby? Want some?’ The man sitting astride her right boot indicated ‘Yes’ and the two switched

placed around the helpless Amazon Princess.

Meanwhile, the black-garbed guard between her legs began massaging her sore clitoris and then

penetrating her vagina, just as the commander had, his black glove making the same circular motions

within her. Pushing deeper into the helpless woman, the gloved hand gradually came to resemble a

fist, and he tried to insert its full girth into the poor heroine. Eventually, he was lying prone on the

floor, his arm fully extended and his fist lying at the entrance to her sex, his whole body moving back

and forth rhythmically. His breathing became faster and more ragged. Finally, at the same moment

that he came, he pushed his mouth up against Wonder Woman’s cunt. With his tongue, he probed

and pulled at her, taking much of her to his teeth. Having spent himself, he swayed a bit, pulling her

sheath and holding it.

‘Hey, Krieger! Give me a chance!’ It was Peterson, anxious for his turn.

The masturbator clambered uncertainly to Wonder Woman’s left boot, where he replaced Peterson

in restraining the defeated Amazon. Peterson, meanwhile, was much more conventional in his sexual

preferences. Excited by feeling the smooth skin and powerful muscles of Wonder Woman’s thigh

along with the lustrous red leather of her boot, he drove his ten-inch prick directly into her, grunting

and groaning as he did so. So excited was he, that he almost didn’t make it inside the prisoner before

he started cumming across her ebony bush, the insides of her thighs, and then finally depositing

himself within her helpless body.

Bobby, at this time, seemed to have much different kind of satisfaction in mind. He straddled the

superheroine, who now utterly in a fury against these men at the same time that she was devastated

physically. She was unable to defend herself; her eyes were wide, her face covered with the sweat of

her emotions and with the righteous anger of an Amazon: these aspects conflicted with the total

physical collapse generated by the defeat inflicted upon her; he mouth was stuffed with the makeshift

gag of her tights, her muscular body restrained by four powerful men.

Bobby sat himself down on her chest, Wonder Woman’s breasts rising up between his thighs, and

looked down on the captive. ‘Not so much now, are you? Oh, looookk, it’s Wonder Woman, in all

her glory.’ He laughed.

The unfocussed anger Wonder Woman felt for the four men now centered on this man above her,

She reduced her futile struggles and the fire in her deep blue eyes built in intensity as she glared at

this man.

He continued to berate her. ‘This is the Champion of All Women! Look at her, flat as a pancake. The

mighty Wonder Woman! Not strong enough to keep her costume on.’ He viciously slapped her face.

Wonder Woman’s gaze came directly back to the focus of her animosity. He pulled the tights out of

her mouth and tossed them aside. ‘Tell me, Wonder Woman,’ he pronounced her name with a

particular animus, ‘when your bracelets are chained, as they are now, you lose your strength. We

already see that.’ He and the others smiled and chuckled. ‘But what about, he continued, ‘your

high-and-mighty attitude? Your superiority to men?’ He leaned forward and placed his hands on

opposite sides of Wonder Woman’s head and lowered his face to hers. ‘Because you’re chained like

a slave, Princess, you’re subservient to us, aren’t you? The great Wonder Woman is as weak as a

normal woman. Right?’ The prisoner remained silent, glaring at her new tormentor.

He grabbed her hair, right above the point of her tiara, and pulled her head backward, forcing her

mouth wide. ‘Let’s see if Wonder Woman’s mouth can do something other than give aid and

comfort to the enemies of this country.’ The other three men restraining Wonder Woman now

clamped down more strongly on her flailing body as Bobby shifted his position to make her face

available to what he had in mind. Then he unzipped his fly with his free hand, and, after briefly

stroking himself to full erection, he rose up on his knees and plunged himself deep into the waiting

mouth of the prisoner.

His cock struck the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat at the same time. As he held tight to

her hair, despite her desire to bite his member, she was not able to do so. ‘This will make us even for

what you did to Anderson upstairs.’ He then drove deeply into her mouth again and again, pulling

hard on her hair with each push.

Wonder Woman struggled under the assault which was both painful and humiliating. She couldn’t

move either of her legs. With Peterson now sitting on her chest, her upper arms were forced against

her body; she couldn’t move these extremities either. Chained, she was too weak to resist. Further,

the sexual attacks on her had taken their toll. Her body had been raped many times, and the cattle

prods had also weakened her resistance. She lay on her back, physically unable to move, like a small

child held down by the school bullies. Peterson’s cock drove home again and again. Each time he

rammed himself into her mouth, she gagged, nearly choking. When he finally came he filled her

mouth, then withdrew and deposited the last residue on her face.

As her attackers now rose from the powerless heroine, all were smiling down on her. It was Bobby

who continued to speak> As he and the others looked down on the helpless body of the Amazon

Princess, naked except for her tiara, her chained bracelets, her golden girdle, now loosely laying

about her waist, and her boots, he taunted her, ‘OOOoohh, look, guys. The once-mighty Wonder

Woman. Used, abused, wham, bam, thankya, ma’am.’

Wonder Woman closed her eyes and tried to roll over to her side. If she could just stand up, she

thought, she could show them that her dignity was still intact. As she braced herself against the

metal floor, one of the guards drove his boot deep into her side, almost lifting her off the floor. She

landed on her back and rolled over to her chest, so that she was about three feet from where she

started. Again she tried to stand. But before she could, the stream of water from the fire hose struck

her full in the side, driving her across the room. When her body, completely out of control, rolled into

the wall twenty feet away, she tried to protect herself against the powerful force of the water driving

into her. She pulled herself into a fetal position, as her body shook under the force of the liquid

pounding into her.

Soon the hose was turned off. She stretched out her body, but before she had a chance to do

anything more, the cattle prods again attacked her. Not directly this time, but rather by dipping the

tips into the water puddling on the metal floor around her. The first time one of the guards did it, the

shock made her body jump completely off the floor. In an effort to get away from the charges, she

bounced her body against the wall. There was nowhere to go to escape! The prods shocked her over

and over, sometimes touching an exposed area of her soaked body, sometimes by simply sending its

charge through the water that surrounded her. She flopped like a fish on the shore, trying to escape

but unable to. Finally, after long minutes of torment, she passed out. Even after she was unconscious,

the force of the charges striking her made her body leap out of the puddle and strike the wall. At last,

the torture was over. She lay, naked, her arms at her sides and her wrists chained together, her knees

drawn up toward her stomach as she lay on her side, her chest giving the only evidence of life as she

continued to breathe slowly.

End of Chapter 2

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