WONDER WOMAN:
The Senator’s Crisis by marat
Chapter 3
The four men stood over the unconscious Amazon.
Turning, the officer ordered, ‘Take her to
double-oh two.’ With that, he walked from the
room. The other three guards stooped to carry out
the prisoner. Two of them each picked her up
under the shoulder and the third picked up her legs.
Silently, they carried Wonder Woman from the
room.
Room 002 was on the next and lowest level. It
was a cramped, low-ceilinged, dingy place, with one
wall given over to a recession with a few steps
down from the main floor. In this hollowed-out area
were the tools of the guards’ trade, the
implements of torture they would now turn on their victim.
The unconscious Wonder Woman was carried into
this area, dubbed ‘the theatre’ by them. The
officer was waiting for them. ‘Put her on the
bitch-bender!’ he ordered. ‘And make sure she is
secured!’
Wonder Woman was carried to a device shaped like
a large ribbed wheel, about twenty feet in
diameter and three feet thick. Her body was
placed into the area between the rims of the wheel. Her
wrists, still chained together, were now secured
with leather restraints over her head, her arms fully
extended along the perimeters of the wheel. In
the middle of the section where her body lay was a
gap of about eight inches that ran the full
course of the circumference of the wheel. She now hung
with her feet just inches from where the wheel
disappeared beneath the floor. ‘Take off those boots
and her belt!’ came the order. The men moved to
obey.
‘What about this? One asked, He was holding on
to the Amazon’s tiara, ready to pull it from where
it circled the Princess’ head.
The officer paused for a moment. ‘No,’ he
finally replied. ‘Leave that. We’ll allow it to remind our
Princess of her former rank,’ he chuckled.
When Wonder Woman slowly returned to conscious,
hours later, she saw a new group of men
before her, but garbed in the familiar black
uniforms. ‘Greetings, Wonder Woman,’ was the cheerful
acknowledgement from the young blonde man who
appeared to be in charge. ‘I trust you slept
well.’
Wonder Woman glared at the man. ‘It wasn’t a
sleep I’m coming out of.’
‘Oh. Pity. Well, as you might expect, we have
lots to do. So, let’s get the preliminaries out of the
way. ‘ He looked at her in a mock formal way.
‘Will you make the statement that we want you to
make?’ he asked.
‘Of course not. Don’t even think that I will in
any way contribute to this conspiracy against the
country. And let me warn you, once I get free,
and rest assured I will get free, you and every man
here will have a lot to answer for.’
‘A simple ‘No’ will suffice, Wonder Woman. And
aren’t we feisty? Did we get up on the wrong
side of the bed today?’
‘I always get this way when I find people trying
to overthrow our constitutional system.’
‘Wonder Woman, feisty may win you supporters
when you’re in a position to back it up. But when
you’re strapped, naked, to the bitch-bender,
well, it seems a little out of place.’ With that, he
approached the powerless superheroine. ‘All
right, then. This is what we’re all here to watch
anyway.’ He took a freely hanging leather belt,
the halves of which were hanging along the sides of
the Amazon’s head, and joined them, securing
Wonder Woman’s head firmly to the wheel. ‘What
will happen is this. I,’ here he took a modest
bow and his men applauded politely, ‘will give the
order to Sergeant Cromwell there,’ indicating a
small stout man at a large panel in front of the
prisoner. ‘He will push the appropriate buttons
to start the big wheel a-turning. And this wheel
keeps on turnin’, as the song says. It will
carry you below floor level, down to the pit, as we
charmingly call it. Once there, you will be
subjected to the torments of the damned. Each of the
appropriate-or inappropriate, depending on your
point of view-orifices will be penetrated. I
understand that the first time through can be
sort of pleasant. Stimulating. But each time ‘round, the
dildos involved get larger, the stimulation more
intense. Not like the tender treatment you have been
receiving here thus far. This machine is
designed to create maximum sexual excitement, to make it
impossible for you to resist cumming. It will
massage you in all the right places. The dildos will
rotate and ram with all the scientific precision
that has only now become possible with the computer
technology of the 1970s. We’ll be here enjoying
the results. So, anytime you wish to capitulate, just
let us know as you are passing by, and I,’ here
again he took a deep bow to the applause of the other
men, ‘will signal Sergeant Cromwell to end your
ordeal and very likely save your life. There have
been those who have died here.’ He smiled. ‘Are
you ready for our little game?’
Grimly, Wonder Woman set her jaw and silently
awaited her newest trial.
‘OK, Sergeant Cromwell. Awaaay we go!’ He gave
an elaborate signal to the sergeant, who pushed
three buttons on his console. The wheel began to
turn slowly, carrying the helpless Amazon Princess
down toward the floor. In a few moments, she was
disappearing beneath the level of the floor.
Wonder Woman’s ankles had been secured to the
rims of the wheel, just like her wrists, so that she
was, in effect, spread-eagle over part of the
three-foot width of the circumference of the metal circle.
There were two outer rims to which her
extremities were secured with leather restraints. As her
muscular and shapely calves began to disappear
from sight, out of the center of the wheel came
another metal rim, which settled into place just
beneath the outer rim. It would be from this rim that
the many dildos that would penetrate the
helpless Amazon would arise. As her hips slowly dipped
below floor level, she began to experience the
first of the stimulations that would test her. Her pelvic
area, and, intermittently, the gonadal regions
between her legs were dexterously fondled, penetrated,
and caressed by… nothing. Minute electroshocks
and chemical sprays, in amounts determined by the
highest level of computer technology, flowed
through the air toward the naked Princess. The
eroticism, the tenderness of her erogenous
zones, and the carefully calculated timing and amounts of
stimulation all combined to send wave after wave
of sensual energy through her body. Before her
face disappeared below the floor her guards
could see the Amazon beginning to sweat profusely
under the first assault. By that time, her mouth
was dry and hanging open; her head, secured to the
wheel, witnessed heavy streaks of perspiration
flowing down its sides. Absently, Wonder Woman
flicked out her tongue to capture these bits of
moisture. By the time her hands disappeared, her
fingers had ceased to wiggle randomly and were
lying wide open, the wrists angled sharply back.
Not only was the stimulation centered on her
pelvic region, but also similar electroshocks were sent
into the erect nipples and the pink aureole of
her ample breasts. As her face passed to the lower
level, she smelled the aphrodisiac gas-it
smelled like fruit-which also served to heighten her
excitement. The gas was heavier than air, so its
fragrance and its light pink colour remained below
the floor, and Wonder Woman was bathed in it as
the wheel slid to a stop, her hips at about seven
o’clock position, her feet already beginning to
make the upward journey on the other side.
It was the fact that the wheel did not slowly
come to a stop that revived the helpless superheroine.
There was a small jerking movement before the
wheel finally stopped rotating. As Wonder Woman
fought her way out from her reverie, the
stimulations became more intense, and the first dildo
penetrated her tender and ardently stimulated
vagina. As it did so, the Amazon involuntarily moaned
softly, and she felt a small smile creep around
her lips. The phallus moved slowly in and out, up and
down, soothing, calming, each time a little
deeper, a little stronger, a little longer. While this was
happening, the other stimulations did not stop.
It was the perfect lover, considerate of her, gentle and
caressing. Wonder Woman pictured Penelope, and
imagined the dancer stroking her body, imagined
the athletic musculature of her lover, and,
confronted with the gentleness of the machine and the
vividness of the imaginings, Wonder Woman
screamed passionately and came.
But the machine wasn’t finished with her. Not
yet. It was the second penetration, this time of her ass
that awakened the Amazon to less-than-gentle
elements of the bitchbender. Both dildos rotated now,
as violence replaced gentleness. Wonder Woman’s
hips surged against the new force whirring
inside her, but the eroticism of her response
did not diminish. The aphrodisiac and the computer saw
to that; her body was being overwhelmed by
stimuli and soon her head was spinning, her breathing
rapid and shallow, her body covered with sweat.
Still the dildos rammed and withdrew, again and
again, each time more deeply; the electroshocks
continued to bombard her sensitive sexual areas;
and the gas wafted over her face, filling her
nostrils with the sweet smell of desire and love.
Now a new phallus plunged into her mouth, coated
with a liquid form of the gas, so that her desire
mounted. But unlike those who so violently raped
the superheroine orally earlier, this intrusion
began gently, soothingly. As it almost tenderly
bumped the back of the victim’s throat, she began to
drool, and ropes of saliva fell from her mouth
to the floor below.
Many times more she came under the assault upon
her, the lubricant running down the insides of her
perfect muscular thighs. Although she had begun
her ordeal making efforts to resist, this resistance
was defeated by the technique of the machine,
which raped her with computer precision. As the
dildos withdrew after sixty minutes, Wonder
Woman’s insensible mind wandered listlessly over the
landscape of the emotional wreckage of her
psyche. The wheel began to turn again, carrying the
Amazon feet first back to the floor level of the
theatre. As her head made the turn past six o’clock,
she vaguely heard the heavy clanking of
machinery, as the steel jaws of the conveyer which carried
the dildos turned in concert with the
bitchbender. Just as she moved to a position of being upside
down, the new dildo slammed into place, to await
her return.
Wonder Woman emerged from below the floor of the
theatre, her body covered with sweat and
lubricant staining her legs. All of the guards,
including Sergeant Cromwell, were there to see her.
They were all smiling, a few were already
laughing. ‘Well, well, well,’ the commander laughed,
hardly controlling himself. ‘We are a moaner,
aren’t we?’ She was totally unaware of any sounds
she had made during the experience. Then he
reached to the top of her head and, with his index
finger, struck the exposed metal of her tiara.
‘The Princess of the Amazons, the Champion of All
Women. Gentlemen, I GIVE YOU… WONDER SLUT!!’ All
of the men cheered and applauded.
Then, he sidled up near her ear. ‘Listen, Wonder
Slut, baby, I told you earlier that the first time
through was even pleasant. Don’t count on the
next time to be so… enjoyable. Remember: You
heard it here first.’
Wonder Woman continued to move around the
wheel’s track while this went on. In a few moments,
her legs were again disappearing beneath the
floor. Again, as her hips dropped, the electric and
chemical stimulations resumed. The fruity smell
of the gas was there, awaiting her head to sink
below the theatre’s floor. But this time, when
the wheel stopped, the dildo was much larger, more
violent in its entry. It twisted and penetrated
deeply. It was wider than the first one had been and the
resistance of her vaginal muscles was quickly overcome.
No sooner had she been penetrated
vaginally than she was attacked anally, this
time too by a much larger dildo. This time Wonder
Woman was aware of her moans, her panting for
breath, and her pain. There was always the intense
pain. But a long thick phallus, again coated
with the chemical, quickly filled her mouth. Once more,
she drooled as she moaned. For sixty minutes,
all three phalluses pounded away at her, and, coupled
with the computer-driven exactitude of the
stimulation and the effectiveness of the chemical
aphrodisiac, she came again. And again.
As her body began rolling upward again, the
helpless Amazon wondered how long she would be
able to take this. Because she had been robbed
of her Amazon strength by the chains between her
bracelets, she would eventually succumb to the
power of the machine. She had been beaten several
times during her torture. She had been raped
many times by the guards. Now, this machine would
complete the job. Again, as she was carried back
to the theatre level, she felt only her own
helplessness, her own powerlessness to remedy
her own situation. This machine would fuck her to
death and the guards would not stop it. Her
death would be incidental to their enjoyment. And she
was unable to stop it. But as the new dildo
slammed into place and the machine awaited her return,
she recognised that the jaws fitting together
with the new dildo would come together just beyond
her head as she began to move on the upward
track. And the jaws came together powerfully. She
felt the chain that ran between her wrists
resting behind her neck. Evidently, when she had been
placed between the outer rims of the wheel, and
her wrists had been secured, the chain had hung
down between her arms. When her head was secured
by the leather belt to the wheel, the chain was
lying behind her head. If she could free her
head from the leather restraint, she could allow the chain
to swing free. When the machine finished one of
its cycles, and she was carried upward, if the chain
were to swing outward and downward, as it
should, the metal teeth coming together might break it.
Wonder Woman realised it was her only chance.
As she moved upward, from her upside down
position, she began to wriggle her head. The heavy
coating of sweat, and the natural slumping of
her body, made it possible to feel the leather restraint
begin to slide upward, that is downward. She
drew her head deeper between her shoulders, though
the leather bindings on her wrists limited how
far she could move in this direction. But by the time
she was fully exposed back in the theatre, the
head restraint had reached a point where it was only
securing her head around her tiara. She ceased
struggling, so that the new collection of guards,
whom she knew would degrade her just as the
recently relieved group had done, would notice
nothing. She feigned being barely conscious, so
that the drooping of her body would be explained by
her beatings and fatigue.
‘She won’t last another round. Shit, I had five
trips ‘round in the pool,’ one of the guards lamented.
‘She’s not so much after all. She’s just like
any other woman.’
‘Oh, Princess, can you feel it? You’re going to
die.’
‘Next time ‘round, and she’ll be one dead
superheroine.’
Wonder Woman let her head sit still, her eyes
listlessly open, her drooling mouth hanging toward
her chest. When the new commander came over to
her and looked deep into her eyes, she looked
right through him. She couldn’t let him think
that she had any consciousness left. ‘Poor thing. And
we all had such high hopes. I guess the
Senator’s gonna be disappointed.’
The wheel continued to turn, carrying its
captive again below the theatre’s floor level. Wonder
Woman concentrated her mind on freeing her head,
but against the aphrodisiac, the chemical and
electrical stimuli, and the upward penetrations
of her lower anatomy, it was difficult, to say the least,
for her to make any gains. Desperately driving
herself downward on the spinning dildos, she must
have passed out. Because she didn’t remember
anything until she was slapped awake by the guard
officer upon reaching the twelve o’clock
position on the wheel. Another hour had passed and she
had got no closer to freeing herself. She would
have to focus her mind and ignore the pain in her
body.
Again she tried to drive her body further
downward on the dildos, the genuine pain which these
ornamented, wider dildos inflicted on her
intensifying. And she could not get any further, as her own
weakness and exhaustion preyed on her. She was,
while the rapes were going on, simply too weak.
She would have to wait for it to end. The she
could free her head.
Her body began to climb up the vertical face of
the wheel’s turn, and Wonder Woman struggled
valiantly to free her head. But it wouldn’t come
free. She twisted, moving her head up and down,
back and forth, desperately trying to get the
leather strap into her hair, allowing her head to hang
forward, releasing the chains. When the
machinery slammed into place, she knew would have to
undergo another round. And she also knew what
the problem was: The strap was stuck on the
upraised tip of her tiara! Damn that thing! She
promptly ceased her struggles as her sweaty,
discoloured body slowly came into view of her
tormentors. As was true every two hours, a new set
of guards was in place. She quickly adopted her
defeated and haggard posed. Again the humiliating
taunts began.
‘Hey! She’s still alive! Who has five in the
pool?’
‘Eddie Wiesner. He was watching her in the last
shift. Maybe he’s the lucky one. From the looks of
her, she won’t make another circuit.’
‘I think I’ll keep her tights.’
‘She’s sopping wet. I never thought I’d ever see
anyone sweat this much. I guess that’s another
thing that makes a superheroine.’
‘Wonder Woman! WONDER WOMAN! Can you hear me?
All you have to do is give me some sign
and the suffering ends. It’s no disgrace to
surrender, especially to superior forces. You’re a woman;
we’re men. It’s that simple. Before you die,
you’ve got to surrender, or we’ll have no choice. We’ll
clean you up. We’ll film your confession. Then,
maybe you can just go out of business. Or go home.’
Wonder Woman was, by this time, sliding beneath
the floor again. She could again feel the
electroshocks against her pelvis. It was much
more intense this time. She had cum more times than
she could count in her previous transits on the
bitchbender. She didn’t know how much more her
body could take. She was in almost constant
pain. She was exhausted. She could barely keep her
mind focused on what she had to do. Her eyes
just wanted to close and her body just wanted to give
way to sweet rest, sweet surrender. As the
sweet-smelling gas wafted over her face yet again, she
knew that this was the moment. She couldn’t wait
for the end of the cycle to try to free her tiara.
That would be too late. She twisted her head and
the restraint flipped off the tip of the golden circlet,
but now she felt it lying further down along one
side of her face. She turned her head further, causing
great pain in her neck as she tried to make sure
the restraint was no longer effective. She twisted and
pushed her head forward time after time. Then,
the vaginal and anal dildos penetrated her
simultaneously, and she allowed her weight to
drop fully onto these phalluses. As she did so, the pain
that shot through her was so intense that she
screamed with a deep, animalistic wail. But she refused
to lift up. Instead, by a fantastic
concentration of mind and body, she twisted her head one final time,
thrust it forward with as much power as she
could generate, and…. Then she felt it: Her head was
free. The leather strap was sitting freely on
top of her head. Breathing heavily, she was allowed no
respite as, just at this moment the dildo aimed
at her mouth plunged deep into her. It was long and
fat and she could barely breathe. Sweat poured
down the sides of her nose and as she inhaled deeply
the droplets were pulled inside, giving a
sensation not unlike drowning. Her eyes closed again, and
she shut off the painful sensations caused by
the twisting phalluses. She thought of Penelope. And
she hoped that Hera would allow her to free
herself. She would only get one chance.
End of Chapter
Three
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