Marcia Escapes

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, and non-consensual F/F sexual situations. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

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In late 1944, Military Intelligence received an alert that the female, Nazi spy, Marcia, escaped from the Federal Penitentiary, where she was serving a twenty year sentence for espionage. It was early Sunday morning, and Lt. Diana Prince had come to the office on the day off, to finish up the enormous workload, she had voluntarily taken on. She was, accordingly, the first to see the alert.

"Marcia's spy network was destroyed two years ago, but she is a dangerous, ruthless woman, and could be a threat to civilians who might get in her way. Well, Wonder Woman captured her last time, I think she should take a hand in the search this time, too. Anyway, I'm awfully sick of this darned paper work. " Thought the Amazing Amazon's alter ego.

Ten minutes later, America's beloved superheroine, in her famous, red, white and blue uniform, was in her 'Invisible' Amazon Aircraft winging her way toward the desolate, mountain territory that surrounded the High Security Prison where Marcia had been confined. The swift thinking Amazon had already plotted the most likely escape rout and the perimeter, within which Marcia was probably to be found. "Oh Gosh, I should have left the General a memo, that Wonder Woman 'and I' were going to start the search. He nearly has apoplexy when someone doesn't follow strict, office protocol. Maybe, I can bring the fugitive back before I'm missed."

It was still early morning when Wonder Woman, in her supersonic plane, reached the Prison location, and began a sector by sector search. On her second sweep, only minutes later, the hawk-eyed heroine spotted a ramshackle cabin. A wisp of smoke escaped the battered, slanting chimney.

"I've got a strong hunch, I should check that place out. It's just the right distance from the prison, and leads in the direction of the Mexican boarder. That's her most likely objective."

Landing her amazing craft, Wonder Woman swiftly approached the cabin on foot. As though on cue, Marcia, herself, was just emerging from the cabin. She looked warily around, and froze when she saw her nemesis approaching. "Oh Shit! Not that damned bitch."

"Bingo! On the first try!" Wonder Woman murmured, pleased that her hunch had proved correct.

As Wonder Woman came nearer, Marcia looked around with the expression of a hunted animal in a trap. There was no escape; the cabin was behind her; she'd have to try to dodge around the brightly clad heroine. "Damn! The big bitch is quick as a cat. I'd never make it." Before Marcia could attempt escape, Wonder Woman had come too close to risk flight.

Within conversing distance, Wonder Woman appealed to the fugitive: "Marcia, why don't you come quietly? Please, I implore you. We are both women and should be friends. If you come with me, voluntarily, we can get you psychological counseling. I have a friend, a Professor of Psychology, who is very sympathetic to strong women. If you cooperate, perhaps your sentence can be shortened."

"STUFF IT, 'Princess'! I've heard all that maudlin clap-trap from you, before, and it still bores me."

Wonder Woman shook her head sadly. "I guess I expected nothing else from you, Marcia. You've been thoroughly corrupted by your evil, male masters. I have no choice, but to bring you back by force, if you won't come peaceably." As she spoke, the Amazon continued to approach her quarry.

"Well I haven't got all day." Wonder Woman thought, in exasperation, picturing the pile of paper work, she'd left on her desk. She reached for the Golden Lasso of truth and obedience, at her waist.

Lynx-eyed, Marcia saw the movement. "Oh fuck! If she gets that damned thing around me, it's curtains." Marcia remembered being helplessly restrained, and forced to obey, when Wonder Woman looped the glittering golden cord around her after the conclusion of their last encounter. Now, the two women were only a few steps apart. The Amazon expected Marcia to turn and flee, as foe's usually did when she twirled the miraculous lariat. Instead, the desperate Nazi dove head-first at Wonder Woman's ankles. Catching the bigger woman by surprise, the desperate fugitive succeeded in tackling her, and taking her down. As Wonder Woman landed with a jarring thud on her broad behind, Marcia snatched the lasso right out of her hands, and instantly leaped to her feet, clutching the Divine artifact.

The cunning Nazi spy, knowing she had no expertise or skill in using such a weapon, hurled it into the underbrush, nearby. "You won't get a chance to use that friggin' toy this time, will you, Bitch?" She snarled.

As she leaped swiftly to her feet, Wonder Woman unhappily watched the priceless artifact disappear, out of reach, for the time being.

"Suffering Sappho! How could I have been so clumsy?" Wonder Woman thought. "Now, I suppose I'll have to beat her nearly senseless, again, to take her back. The silly woman didn't learn anything two years ago."

"Hah! Now, try to 'bring me back by force,' you sanctimonious bitch, and I'll bring you to face Nazi justice, 'by force'. I'd have done it last time, if that damned Yankee chandelier hadn't broken. We build chandeliers better in the Fatherland, like we do tanks. Yes, Marcia would have beaten your fat Amazon arse and taken you to Berlin in a U-Boat." Marcia smirked, emboldened by her successful coup with the lasso.

Even so, Marcia didn't entirely feel her brazen bravado. She was a realist, and knew no other Nazi agents had had much success, opposing the Dashing Allied Heroine. "Damn it, the big cow must outweigh me by at least thirty pounds, all muscle too, and she's taller, with a longer reach. Still, that was true last time, and I did have her on the ropes, more than once. Two years in their damn Yankee prison really toughened me up, too."

Wonder Woman shook her head, sadly. "Have it your own way, you foolish, misguided woman!"

Confidently the Amazon stalked forward, erect as a lance and gracefully dangerous as a she-panther, her brief costume revealing much of her astounding physique and statuesque beauty. "I suppose I can use a little early morning exercise; I've been sitting at that darned desk all week. This shouldn't take very long."

Marcia had somehow acquired an outfit usually worn by young bobby-soxers of the era, a not quite, knee length skirt, suitable for 'jitter-bugging' that didn't restrict her movement, in any way; a short sleeved, pink blouse; and low-heeled saddle shoes, with rubber soles, and a pair of the obligatory white, bobby sox, completed her attire. With her deceptively innocent, blonde good looks, and athletically youthful figure, Marcia could almost pass as a teenager, Diana noted.

"At least I'm a lot better dressed for a catfight than I was last time. Better than that bitch in her skimpy, whore's get-up, with those ridiculous sky-scraper red boots." Marcia thought. "This damned ugly, heavy-duty, prison brassier is a lot more protection than that little, red and gold, rag that her big, cow tits, are falling out of, too."

Just then, Marcia appreciating the advantage of getting in the first blow, both physically and psychologically, sprang, with a snarl, at the taller woman. Confident in her skill and strength, Wonder Woman met Marcia’s charge, and unflinchingly seized her waist preparing to throw the blonde woman; but as they grappled, she found Marcia an even more dangerous foe than at their last meeting. Marcia gave a violent twist of her strong body, and broke free from Wonder Woman’s hold. As they split, she struck Wonder Woman’s chin with the heel of her hand. The Amazon's head snapped backward as though she’d been kicked. A split second later Marcia kicked her in the crotch. The agile Amazon jumped backward before the full force of the kick landed, but it definitely hurt her. She had to squeeze her gorgeous thighs together to ease the smarting pain.

"Well I never expected her to fight fair." Wonder Woman thought, ruefully.

"I've grown stronger since our last meeting, eh?" Marcia growled in satisfaction. "

"You fight dirtier, and your bragging mouth is stronger, maybe?" Wonder Woman replied confidently, although the blow to her face had staggered her for a fraction of a second, and she was still wincing at the smarting pain between her thighs. "She IS more dangerous, or else I'm slowing down." The Amazon admitted to herself. "I mustn't underestimate her. There was a moment or two in our last fight..."

In fact, Marcia had used her two years in Federal Prison to hone her judo, and other martial skills to an even sharper pitch, than when she was judo Champion of all Germany. Out of boredom, she'd spent hours a day on calisthenics, weight-lifting and other strengthening exercises. When confined in her cell she'd run in place, for hours at a time, building up her endurance to near the level of an Amazon, She had fought her way to being the dominant convict in the women's wing of the prison. Even the guards had learned to stay out of her way. She never fought another woman, without learning something new; considering her opponents, that had meant picking up many new dirty tricks.

But even as Wonder Woman was telling herself to be wary, the wily Nazi slipped behind her. The blonde had lost none of her athletic quickness. Strong arms captured Diana's slim, elegant neck with destructive power. Marcia squeezed mightily; and Wonder Woman gasped. She flexed her taut, muscles, but Marcia's grip didn't loosen an iota. She kicked backward, but Marcia deftly avoided her boot heels. Marcia dodged Wonder Woman's elbow, as well, when it stabbed at her middle. Wonder Woman found it harder and harder to breathe. Finally, she seized the blonde's wrists and squeezed. Wonder Woman's long, strong hands soon brought a squawk of dismay from Marcia. Marcia broke off, surrendering her own grip, but breaking free of her foe's grip, as well. As she did, Marcia thumped her knee into her foe's not inconsiderable behind, bringing an answering squawk from Wonder Woman.

As Wonder Woman turned toward her, Marcia flung herself at the Amazon.

Wonder Woman was ready, she eagerly seized Marcia’s shoulder, and slid her other hand between Marcia’s sturdy thighs. Her muscles rippled gracefully, as she hoisted the screaming Nazi aloft. Then, the powerful Amazon hurled the blonde across the forest clearing.

Marcia landed in a heap, screaming in shock and pain. Despite her loud screams, the trained gymnast and Judo champion was not all that badly hurt by the landing. Even so, Wonder Woman was already hauling her to her feet, before the Nazi fully realized what had happened. Wonder Woman doubled the other woman over with a fist in her belly. Before Marcia straightened up, Wonder Woman spun her around with a left-handed punch to the jaw, then drove her to her knees with a right to the other side of her face.

On her knees, and in pain Marcia instinctively twisted, and threw a powerful punch straight into Wonder Woman’s rippling abdomen. Wonder Woman stumbled back a step, gulped hard and gritted her teeth. Marcia missed the fleeting flicker of pain in her huge, blue eyes because just then Wonder Woman retaliated with a flashing kick to her chest. Marcia fell in a twisted heap face down on the ground. Wonder Woman kicked her over on her side. A second kick exploded deep in her belly. Marcia howled and cursed.

"Damn Bitch! All that mealy-mouth, do-gooder crap, but she kicks an opponent when she's down." Marcia thought, fleetingly.

"Oops! Not very sporting of me. But then, kicking me between the legs wasn't very sporting either, was it, Dear?" Wonder Woman chirped cattily, as though in answer to Marcia's thought. Even as she spoke, she pulled Marcia back up on her feet. When the Nazi was barely up, Wonder Woman smashed her fist into Marcia’s face. The Nazi's eyes glazed, and her arms fell dangling at her sides. She stumbled backward, backpedaling, as Wonder Woman danced after her.

Marcia desperately blocked another punch to her face; one more would finish her. The cunning Nazi wasn’t shamming distress, but was really hurt, yet, even so, she was dangerous as a poisonous snake. She countered with a deadly left to Wonder Woman’s lower belly, and Wonder Woman shuddered from the force of the blow. That was the second crushing blow to the same spot, and she felt it even more than the first. Her full pink lips compressed to a thin hard line, as she struck back with another hard blow to Marcia’s own middle.

Marcia grunted loudly, and stumbled backward another few steps. But as her foe followed, Marcia plowed a straight left into Wonder Woman’s huge right breast. The Amazon's silken bustier offered little or no protection to her magnificent bosom, and Marcia's fist sank up to the wrist in the sumptuous globe. Marcia followed up with a third punch to Wonder Woman’s sleekly muscled belly, striking the same spot as the other two blows. She had discovered that hitting the same spot over and over was an effective way to deal with strong feminine bellies. She had practiced the maneuver on her fellow inmates, until she was highly adept at it. In fact, Wonder Woman's powerful abdominal muscles were already losing some resiliency, and Marcia felt the big Amazon shudder at the impact.

For a moment, Diana felt her legs quiver, and she had to steel herself to get them under control. "Good Grief! That really hurt. I've got to be more careful."

As Wonder Woman fought to keep her balance, Marcia leaped head first up at her jawline. The Nazi's hard head struck the Amazon's firmly rounded chin, with a solid 'thunk', straightening her up on her toes. Wonder Woman fended her foe off, with a flurry of punches, though none did much damage. As Marcia backpedaled, Wonder Woman followed, shaking her head to clear it. Marcia leaped to meet her, grabbing two handfuls of ebony curls, and jerking Wonder Woman’s head down to meet a wicked knee-lift to the jaw.

Flung backward, arms akimbo, Wonder Woman was wide open when Marcia’s toe drove deep into the rippling perfection of her belly. Marcia's aim was precise, striking that same increasingly vulnerable spot, already tender from the previous attacks. The kick bent the tall Amazon almost double; the breath whooshed from her lungs, and her diaphragm was paralyzed. For a moment her ripe red lips gaped open, and her blue eyes rolled. Marcia instantly followed with another kick to her unguarded jaw. The third blow to her jaw in just seconds, sent the raven-haired heroine tottering dizzily backward, while still holding her injured belly.

Encouraged by her big foe’s obvious distress, Marcia hurtled at Wonder Woman. Leaping from a crouch she caught her opponent in a headlock, and with a quick judo toss, threw the strong Amazon on her back. Marcia crashed down on top of her, a split second later. Fighting desperately, Wonder Woman rolled Marcia off her. As she tried to climb atop the smaller woman, Marcia drove a knee into her belly.

Groaning aloud, Wonder Woman, nevertheless, forced herself atop the Nazi, with her greater brute strength. Marcia’s knee was still lodged in her gut, though, and Marcia pumped it in and out, preventing Wonder Woman from capitalizing on her advantage. Marcia grabbed Wonder Woman’s hair, again, and rolled the big Allied heroine back over on her back. Somehow she pinned Wonder Woman momentarily to the ground. Marcia knew she couldn't keep the bigger, stronger woman pinned for long. She desperately raised herself up, and slammed her knee into Wonder Woman’s belly, really hard this time with her full body weight. The continued battering of her lower body was taking an ever increasing toll on the Mighty Amazon. The knee landed just as Wonder Woman, unfortunately, arched her body to throw the other woman off. Wonder Woman’s body stiffened convulsively, and Marcia straddled her middle more confidently, now.

Kneeling erect, Marcia drove a flurry of punches into Wonder Woman’s vulnerable heaving breasts. Wonder Woman almost choked as Marcia drove the remaining air from her aching lungs. Marcia karate chopped her across the throat and jabbed her thumb into her eye, adding to her distress. Then she bounced her hard behind up and down on Wonder Woman’s aching stomach. The proud Amazon kicked and struggled to dislodge her, but a new flurry of punches, bounced her head from side to side, long ebony hair flailing about her head.

Wonder Woman’s enormous bosom globes strained and heaved for air. Her long powerfully curved legs kicked desperately. Marcia slid backward, her legs encircling Wonder Woman’s broad powerful hips. She drove her elbow straight down into the straining woman’s belly, well below the golden girdle encircling her trim middle, again finding that spot she had been working on since the fight began. By now, Wonder Woman's over-taxed belly muscles did little to protect her, and the Amazon’s big body jack-knifed in near convulsion. Her agonized reaction was so explosive that it threw Marcia off.

Though losing her perch on her foe's belly, Marcia was up first. As Wonder Woman clambered to her feet, she grabbed at Marcia's leg to upset her, but, instead, the Nazi grabbed her around the neck, and adroitly flipped her in a flying mare. Once again, Wonder Woman hit the ground with a thud.

"Darn it! This floozie is tough!" The astonished Amazon thought, fleetingly, aware that she had taken more punishment in this fight than in any other of her career. She had little time for reflection, before Marcia hauled her up on her feet again. Marcia grabbed Wonder Woman's waist hoisted her up off the ground and flung her sideways. A surprised Amazon hit the stony ground and rolled over three times before she knew what happened. When she raised her head, Marcia's foot was coming at her face. Marcia's foot battered the tender flesh under Wonder Woman's chin. Her head hit the ground with a clunk.

Wonder Woman rolled over and wearily pushed herself up on all fours, but Marcia dropped down beside her, driving her elbow into the Amazon's spine. The driving blow, to the small of her back, squashed Wonder Woman down on her belly again, painfully mashing her big shapely boobies. Without pausing, Marcia mounted Wonder Woman's prone, face-down body. The desperate Amazon kicked and struggled, madly. Her struggles partially dislodged Marcia, but as she rolled off her foe, the Nazi slid her strong legs around Wonder Woman's middle, and squeezed, for all she was worth.

Wonder Woman groaned in amazement. Marcia's upper legs were athletically curved, but much slimmer than her own fantastically sculpted thighs, yet Diana wasn't sure her own legs could exert this much excruciating pressure. Marcia aware that she had weakened her foe's belly muscles was grinding her midriff and insides to mush. The Amazon tensed her trim sinuous waist, but she couldn't resist the awful pressure, Marcia was exerting. Every time she tried to get her breath, those deadly legs tightened even more. As they struggled Marcia grasped Wonder Woman's by the wrist and under the elbow. When she exerted pressure on Wonder Woman's captive arm the Amazon yelped, and stiffened at the excruciating pain. The pain gave her a rush of adrenaline.

“Hera help me!" She screamed, and tore her arm loose. She slid her hands between Marcia’s legs, and pried them apart with incredible strength.

Marcia realized her initial advantage could not counter a strength that was still much greater than her own. She must use her cunning and savage viciousness, to have any chance of triumphing over the heroically endowed Amazon. Over the years, she had used those qualities to best many women stronger than herself, yet none of them had ever come close to matching Wonder Woman in toughness, prowess and audacious courage. The mighty Amazon was in a category all by herself. "Still, the Bitch is only human," Marcia told herself. "and I've been doing pretty well, so far. Just got to keep it up."

On their feet they grappled anew. Wonder Woman reached for Marcia’s neck, but the wily Nazi seized Wonder Woman’s body, pinning her strongly molded arms to her sides, in a bear-hug. Wonder Woman flexed her powerful arms to break free, but Marcia didn't budge. Though more muscular, Wonder Woman found her own arms trapped by Marcia's slimmer ones. Those slimmer arms were inflicting real damage, too. Wonder Woman strained to break free, but found the Nazi’s arms, like her legs, relentless as pythons. Pythons that grew tighter at every move and never, ever loosened.

"Oriental Martial Arts teach one to concentrate every ounce of strength and will at the point they will do the most harm to an opponent." Marcia intoned as though giving a lecture to students. "With all your strength and skill, I don't think you have ever learned that art. I HAVE, and that will be your final undoing, you arrogant COW!" Marcia wasn't sure she entirely believed what she was saying, but sometimes arrogant self-confidence intimidated opponents, and it kept her own spirits up. Still though, Marcia had inflicted as much damage as she'd taken, and was in control right now. Maybe?

The mighty Amazon was already breathless from the excruciating scissor hold, and repeated blows to her belly. Now Marcia had her in yet another suffocating trap. Pinned chest to chest their bosoms strained against each other, Marcia’s moderately large breasts were dwarfed by Wonder Woman’s amazing bust. Yet, Marcia’s boobs though not as firmly erect, confronted Wonder Woman’s firmer, shapelier melons with determination. As they struggled Wonder Woman’s silken bustier worked loose, and slid down around her ridged belly, freeing her mighty boobs, and baring her sharp spiked nipples.

Wonder Woman wrapped her mightily curved legs around Marcia’s hips. Luckily for the Nazi, Wonder Woman was not able to get her legs firmly around Marcia's waist, considerably limiting the damage she could do. Even so, the hampered Amazon did her best to squeeze her trembling limbs shut, but gritting her teeth Marcia disregarded the awesome power of those tautly swelling thighs.

Marcia's steely arms squeezed tighter and tighter, until agonized cramps wracked the Amazon’s slim, muscle-girded waist. Wonder Woman moaned breathlessly, finding it ever harder to withstand the force of Marcia’s arms. Her own more powerfully rounded arms, trapped at her sides, strained against Marcia's, slimmer arms, to no avail. Like steel cables those deadly arms crushed the breath from her chest. Her arms grew numb from the unrelenting pressure.

Marcia sneered in Wonder Woman's face in derision. Wonder Woman’s awesomely powerful buttocks clenched and unclenched uselessly, as she struggled. Her huge, denuded breasts bulged out against Marcia’s much less impressive bosom. Amazingly, Marcia’s smaller, softer breasts overpowered Wonder Woman’s mighty boobs, pressing them painfully against her straining lungs. The tormented Amazon threw her head back, arching her long elegant neck to ease the remorseless pressure. Despite the splendor of her magnificent physique, Wonder Woman couldn't break the Nazi’s hold. Marcia was definitely hurting her, challenging the mighty heroine, as she’d never been challenged before.

Yet, Marcia was panting herself now; it was no easy feat to hold the mighty Wonder Woman in check, not with the those mighty legs wrapped around her own hips like writhing pythons. Even more decisive, though Marcia didn't know it, was the Amazon's already amazing endurance was continuously renewed, by her strength-giving, Divine Girdle. Had Marcia been aware of the tremendous advantage the Girdle of Power gave her already formidable foe, she might well have surrendered and gone meekly back into captivity. As Marcia flagged, Wonder Woman dropped her legs from Marcia's waist. She rocked back and forth, her mighty legs flexing with rippling power. Marcia’s body was jolted from side to side as though by a hurricane. Her own strong legs trembled as she sought to retain her advantage.

Sensing advantage slipping away, Marcia suddenly flung the huge Amazon away from her. As Wonder Woman danced nimbly to avoid falling, her iconic, scarlet bustier fluttered to the ground, unnoticed. Amazons often wrestled and competed bare-breasted, and Diana was not concerned by the loss, although Marcia's lewd snicker, was certainly an affront to her regal dignity.

Wonder Woman gratefully sucked in lungfuls of delicious air. Restored by the welcome oxygen, she turned smoothly, and stalked Marcia, warily. Though looking incredibly powerful and intimidating, her limbs ached, and she felt her injuries, as she rarely had before. It had never taken her so long to dispatch a foe, and she realized with dismay, she was no nearer victory then when the battle began. If anything.... She left the thought unfinished.

"Great Hera, she's outfighting me. What's the matter with me? Maybe, I'm just not as great a warrior as I think? Maybe I've been sitting at that darned desk too long. Dear Goddess, give me strength to overcome this evil woman." Whatever the reason, the gorgeous superheroine resolved to swiftly end this fight, and bring the evil Nazi spy back to prison, to pay for her crimes.

As Wonder Woman prayed, Marcia leaped at her throat, and vainly tried to twist and snap her neck. One woman was motivated by love and was ever reluctant to use force. Her opponent was driven by hatred, and enjoyed hurting her foes. Her hatred made Marcia the more aggressive of the two women, and so far, it was paying off, for her.

Resolutely ready for her, this time, Wonder Woman caught Marcia’s waist in both hands, smoothly lifted her wildly struggling body in to the air, and hurled her across the clearing, again, as though Marcia was no more than a rag doll. She sprinted after her. Despite Wonder Woman’s amazing speed, Marcia was already on her feet when the Amazon reached her. Marcia darted backward, and with a lightning quickness of her own, drove her foot upward. She caught the big hurtling Amazon in the crotch. This time Wonder Woman absorbed the full terrible impact. The pain shot through her entire body like scalding, fiery bath.

Though wailing in agony at the foul kick, Wonder Woman instantly dove at Marcia’s thighs. She came within a split second of upending Marcia and tossing her over her shoulder, but the wily Marcia bent over Wonder Woman’s back, gluing herself there, as she wrapped both strong arms around the Amazon's waist. At the same moment, she scissored her strong thighs shut around Wonder Woman’s head. The formidable Amazon struggled to escape the new trap, but she still felt the awful effects of the foul kick to her privates.

It was Marcia, instead, who succeeded in upending her opponent. Beneath her blouse, Marcia’s back rippled as, with a mighty heave, she levered the Amazon’s lower body into the air. Her head trapped between Marcia's deadly thighs, Wonder Woman dangled upside down, her slim middle locked in Marcia's equally deadly arms, her long curvaceous legs waving and kicking, uselessly in the air. The sweaty flesh of Marcia's thighs engulfed most of her face, crushing her head, with disorienting force.

Pausing only long enough to take a deep breath, Marcia displaying amazing strength, leapt in the air before slamming her foe to the ground in a 'pile driver'. As Marcia's bottom hit the ground, Wonder Woman’s head rang from the terrible impact, as it smashed against the hard unyielding mountainside. Marcia, the skilled gymnast, disregarded the painful jolt to her own pert behind, and retained her double hold. Now sitting firmly on the ground she still held the huge Amazon trapped helplessly, in the disconcerting upside down position. Wonder Woman’s long, frantically kicking legs had no effect, but to wedge her star-spangled, blue shorts, deep into the crevice dividing her spectacular derriere, exposing the entirety of her huge, jutting nether globes. With the vicious quickness of a snake, Marcia sank her sharp fangs into the sumptuous ivory flesh, until she tasted blood.

Wonder Woman's back arched in spasmodic reaction to the savage abuse and she squealed loudly at the pain of Marcia's teeth. Infuriated by her ignominious position, she struggled with maddened, useless ferocity.

"Damn it! It is fun listening to the great Wonder Woman squealing like a stuck pig, but this isn't getting me anywhere." Despite her foe's most satisfying squeals of pain, Marcia reluctantly, released her double grip and then dodged to her feet to avoid any chance of getting caught on the ground. Freed from the disconcerting trap of her Nazi foe, Wonder Woman dropped forward, crouching on hands and knees, at the feet of her foe.

Once she was on her feet, Marcia was hit by her own growing exhaustion. She paused to survey the mighty Amazon crouching at her feet. The Nazi paused a split-second too long. Wonder Woman tossed her tangled raven curls to clear her head, and dived at Marcia’s ankles. This time it was Marcia who was upended, landing with a paralyzing jar on her back. She lay motionless, whimpering in pain, breathing hard.

The magnificent Amazon furiously climbed to her feet. Slowed by the punishment she’d taken, she couldn't immediately seize her advantage to end the fight. In Diana's entire life no battle had lasted this long, no foe ever proved so difficult to defeat, and the strain was taking its toll. Even the strength-giving Divine Girdle, didn't offset all the damage she'd taken. It was getting harder, each time, to bounce back from a new injury, and Marcia was incredibly adept at inflicting them.

Mastering her exhaustion, Wonder Woman wearily reached down to grab Marcia's wrists and haul her to her feet. For a moment, she was slightly off-balance. As the Gallant Amazon bent forward, the wily Nazi whipped her legs in the air and locked her ankles around Wonder Woman’s neck. Rolling quickly, she somersaulted her foe through the air. Off balance, and caught, again, by surprise, Wonder Woman landed with a jarring thud on her broad, powerful back. The small of her back landed on one of the small rocks that littered the mountain side. Wonder Woman shrieked at the awful pain.

Marcia was too spent, herself, to benefit from the halt. She slowly managed to climb up on one knee, and stopped there; she was panting and wheezing for breath, and had to rest."

When Wonder Woman tried to get up, fearful pain lanced through her body, and she groaned loudly. "Hera, no! I can hardly move." Still groaning, the heroic Amazon got to her knees. The fiery pain in her back caused her to remain on her knees, until the pain eased a trifle.

Marcia gazed hopefully at her foe's painful struggle. "She looks hurt, maybe... oh Fuck, NO!"

Hopes dashed, Marcia watched despairingly, as gritting her teeth, Wonder Woman rose slowly to her feet. At first, her body swayed at the effort, but then the magnificent Amazon squared her shoulders, and came proudly erect. Her lush, provocative curves rippled with the smooth grace of a jaguar. Sweet feminine grace belied muscles of steel. Her cobalt eyes glowed fiercely.

A confident smile lit up Wonder Woman's battered, but still gorgeous features. Marcia looked done for. On her knees, she swayed drunkenly. Lines of strain on her youthful features added years to her appearance. For the first time, today, she looked her real age of nearly forty.

"I must finish her and take her back to prison where the evil witch belongs." Wonder Woman told herself again, as she menacingly advanced on her foe.

Marcia watched in dismay. "Mein Gott! It's like fighting a machine! Well, I either keep fighting, or face twenty more years in that damned hole of a prison." With no other option, Marcia stood up to meet the advancing Amazon juggernaut. Both women knew this would decide the contest once and for all. It had been the toughest contest of her life, but Wonder Woman was still serenely confident that victory was near. On the other hand, Marcia had almost given up hope, and was stubbornly fighting to prolong the inevitable.

As they clashed together, Wonder Woman, heavier and stronger, drove Marcia back a step or two. At the same time she got her powerful arms around Marcia's body and trapped her arms against her sides in a bearhug. She had often squeezed opponents into unconsciousness with this hold and she would do the same to Marcia. "Serve her right to use one of her own favorite holds against her."

Marcia strained to break free, but found the mighty Amazon’s grip unbreakable. She kicked Wonder Woman’s shins several times and stamped on her instep. Luckily, Marcia's rubber soled saddle shoes did minimal damage to tough leather boots. Even so, it was getting harder to keep the wriggling Nazi, under control. Then, Marcia's head darted forward, and she viciously bit the tall Amazon on the shoulder. Her sharp teeth drew blood for the second time in the fight.

Wonder Woman yelped at the sharp pain. Her grip loosened for a moment, and Marcia wriggled free. Before the Nazi could escape completely, Wonder Woman lifted her clear off the ground, and hurled her away from her. As Marcia landed, the Amazon Princess dove at her.

The ever resourceful Nazi jackknifed her legs, got her feet into Wonder Woman’s belly, and kicked the big heroine off her. Marcia scrambled quickly to her feet. She feared the lucky kick had done minimal damage, and was always wary of being trapped by the heavier, stronger woman, unless she had an advantage.

Wonder Woman sprang to her feet, just as quickly, hoping to catch her foe, off-balance. She was a split-second too late. Just as Wonder Woman reached her feet, Marcia drew back her leg and sent her deadly toe deep into Wonder Woman’s belly. The kick doubled the huge Amazon over, although she managed to keep standing.

Her stomach churning, Wonder Woman gagged back the pain, and straightened up, to meet Marcia's next attack. It came quickly. Just as the big Amazon straightened up, Marcia buried her left fist in Wonder Woman's heaving, nude right breast. As the Amazon tottered off balance, Marcia threw a right uppercut with all her might. The 'judo champion' was proving a pretty effective boxer, and the punch landed squarely on the point of the chin with neck snapping force. The punch drove Wonder Woman up on her toes, and she pitched over on her back.

Spreadeagled on her back, Wonder Woman was wide open, when Marcia sprang into the air again, and plummeted knees first into her belly. Wonder Woman’s body jackknifed spasmodically, and then dropped back limply. The edge of Marcia’s hand slashed her across the throat and windpipe with force enough to pulverize bricks. Wonder Woman gagged and choked, hardly able to breathe through her half-crushed windpipe.

Nevertheless, Wonder Woman sprang to her feet in a single fluid bound. But Marcia jumped even faster. She leaped on Wonder Woman from behind and caught her arms. Marcia’s weight and momentum overbalanced them, and they fell to the ground. Wonder Woman pitched face first into the dirt. Her arms trapped, she couldn’t break her fall, and naked to the waist her massive bosom absorbed the painful impact. Marcia’s weight on her back, plastered her long form to the earth. In the split second after landing, Marcia grapevined Wonder Woman’s wonderfully powerful thighs, and slid her arms around Wonder Woman’s arms and neck in a full nelson.

Wonder Woman struggled heroically but Marcia skillfully rode down her efforts, preventing her from breaking loose, or rolling over. At the same time she battered Wonder Woman’s head up and down, smashing her forehead and enormous bosom against the rocky ground, hampering her struggles. To Wonder Woman’s additional distress, Marcia was forcing her grapevined thighs further and further apart, exerting excruciating pressure on her badly battered genitalia. The American heroine couldn't hold back a moan of distress, and the husky rasp in her voice confirmed that she was being hurt.

Marcia rubbed her plump boobs against Wonder Woman’s naked back, enjoying the feel of the flexing rippling muscles working futilely against her, knowing she was dominating the mighty Amazon, as no opponent ever had before. The Nazi felt her gallant foe's struggles weaken until her body was almost limp.

Marcia might be in the driver's seat just now, but she knew her own overtaxed body was almost done for. She had no reserves left. She decided to gamble. Without warning she released her hold and jumped to her feet. Without hesitation, she grabbed Wonder Woman’s hair and ears with a twisting grip and hauled the groggy, wheezing heroine up too. She wrenched Wonder Woman’s head from side to side. Wonder Woman’s strong fleshed white hands fluttered at Marcia's wrists, but she couldn’t tear loose from the painful grip.

"Great Hera that hurts!" The pain distracted the woozy Wonder Woman from devising a counter move.

The cunning Marcia, taking advantage of Wonder Woman’s distraction, pulled her struggling foe's face close to her own, and grinned evilly at her. Still grinning, she drove her knee into Wonder Woman’s crotch. The kick raised the Amazon almost off her feet, and turned her mighty legs to rubber. Marcia jerked the moaning Amazon beauty forward at an angle, and kicked her in the belly again. Once again, she unerringly struck that same tender spot she was concentrating on. Each strike was progressively more damaging, and Wonder Woman’s splendidly delineated abdomen, had lost nearly all of its original marvelous resiliency. Marcia’s toe penetrated her lower belly like the tip of a spear.

Having nearly incapacitated her foe, Marcia gave a wrenching twist on captive ears and hair, and flung Wonder Woman to the ground face down. Without pause she leaped into the air, and came down knee’s first again, this time on Wonder Woman’s back. Just as quickly she jumped back up on her feet. The indefatigable Amazon somehow scrambled to her feet, as well. Hurt though she was, Wonder Woman rashly charged at the Nazi.

Marcia noted with satisfaction, that that, irritating, confident smile on her foe's beautiful face was replaced by a painful grimace. The crafty Nazi backed warily away, until the big, raven-haired woman closed the distance between them. Then just as the heroine was within range, Marcia, standing sideways, reared back on her right leg, and delivered three brutally powerful karate kicks with her left foot. Her foot first cracked against Wonder Woman’s jaw; then it landed right between her mightily swelling bosom globes, and finally, hardest of all, struck her groin. In a painful daze, Wonder Woman swiped at Marcia’s flashing leg, but missed.

While her big foe was disoriented by the stunning force of the first three kicks, Marcia landed one more crippling blow, her foot striking the side of Wonder Woman's right knee with such force that the entire leg nearly collapsed. After the first shriek of agony, the dazed superheroine continued to groan loudly, as she did her best to stay on her feet.

Now, it was Marcia's turn to attack. While Wonder Woman was still off balance, the Nazi slammed into her, knocking her to one knee. Before Wonder Woman could recover, Marcia drove her own knee into the Amazon’s jaw, with head snapping force. She grabbed Wonder Woman’s left arm, and levered the big woman to her feet, just long enough to whip her in a half circle, and smash her face first into a huge oak tree. Wonder Woman’s huge vulnerable, naked boobs splatted painfully against the hard raspy bark. Marcia still grip on her reeling foe's left arm, never loosened and she easily flung her face down on the ground.

Still gripping Wonder Woman’s left arm, Marcia kicked her, with heart stopping force in the left armpit. As Wonder Woman moaned in pain, Marcia twisted her leg around her foe's captive arm. She locked her steely thighs around the upper arm, gaining tremendous leverage. Then she wrenched the arm straight up, at an unnatural right angle to the back, until she heard a loud snap, immediately followed by a high pitched shriek. In just seconds, Marcia had turned the fight completely around.

Pain lanced through Wonder Woman’s imprisoned arm from the tips of her fingers to her shoulder. Marcia kicked her in the side of the face, a few times, cutting her cheek open. She used Wonder Woman’s captive arm to lever the Amazon onto her right side, trapping her right arm under her, leaving her flat belly, and huge breasts, vulnerably unprotected.

Holding the mewling heroine immobilized by the grip on her pain numbed, left arm, Marcia went to work on Wonder Woman’s body, with careful, deliberate kicks, her full weight behind them. Her foot rocketed deep into Wonder Woman’s body, relentlessly hammering the huge bosom globes, the solidly constructed washboard belly, the bruised abdomen and then back again. Wonder Woman’s mighty form thrashed helplessly, as each thudding kick sank deeper into her suffering torso. The Amazon's body bounded at each kick, her long powerful legs kicking frantically, to no avail. By the time Marcia’s leg grew tired, Wonder Woman was gagging and choking soundlessly, her lungs paralyzed. Marcia dropped Wonder Woman’s paralyzed left arm. A gurgling moan escaped the downed warrior's bruised lips, as she curled up in a fetal position.

Marcia stood over her fallen foe menacingly. Wonder Woman tried to straighten her back and rise, but instead, with a cry of despair, she fell back on her side in a crumpled heap. Marcia danced around her fallen body, whooping in triumph. The beautiful, Allied heroine’s proud spirit blazed, her only thought was to fight on.

”I’ll show that vicious witch!” Wonder Woman vowed silently. She gingerly straightened her legs, disregarding the lancing pain in her right knee. She gingerly eased over on her belly. Gamely, she got her left knee under her, but her right leg was still paralyzed by pain. It was no use; she couldn’t stand erect. Supporting herself with just her right arm, she crouched at Marcia’s feet, her huge, ripe breasts dangling almost to the ground. Marcia taunted her with loud hoots of laughter.

"She's finished! Just mopping up now! Still best be careful finishing the job. She's surprised me before." Marcia thought warily, and kicked her fallen foe in the belly one more time with all her might; the kick raised the Amazon's big body a foot off the ground. Gurgling pitifully, Wonder Woman looked up, fearfully, gazing through a tangled web of raven hair, falling across her beautiful face.

"Hah! Ja, now the bitch looks properly scared! Seen that look, when Papa took me hunting and cornered a deer."

Groveling in the dust, Wonder Woman wriggled feebly, and valiantly strained to get up and face her foe, but it was plain the gallant warrior princess was done for. As the raven haired Amazon gasped brokenly for breath, she furtively raised her head, and glanced up at her foe. Her eyes were caught by Marcia’s icy, gray eyes, glittering cruelly in triumph.

"I’m just too much woman for a feeble slut like you.” Marcia crowed, her cruel gaze boring into Diana's chastened, frightened eyes. "Why not just submit to me, and save yourself more pain and humiliation? I can see you're scared shitless of me."

"I-m not scared of y-you, and I'll c-certainly never s-submit..." Wonder Woman retorted, too proud to admit the horrifying truth aloud, but her voice quavered, uncertainly, and her eyes dropped to the ground, evading the hateful Nazi's intimidating, triumphant glare.

"Dear Hera, can it be true?" The Amazon Princess groaned hopelessly, still scarcely able to comprehend that, SHE, the invincible WONDER WOMAN, was crouching at Marcia's feet, too badly beaten to stand up. The despised Nazi had won. Evil had triumphed! Crouching helplessly on her knees, unable to protect herself from Marcia's vicious abuse, Diana abandoned any hope of defeating the vicious Nazi.

"Well I guess we'll continue then." Marcia chortled, as she wrapped strands of Wonder Woman’s sweat slick, ebony curls around her fingers, and pulled the trembling Amazon heroine up straight on her knees. Wonder Woman hung helplessly suspended, huge breasts heaving desperately for air. Her badly injured left arm dangled at her side, and she pawed uselessly at Marcia's arm with her right. Whether she admitted it or not, the World's mightiest heroine personified the image of defeat.

Marcia let go of the raven hair and leaning over a little, gripped Wonder Woman's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She twisted, the fragile delicate spikes until Wonder Woman wailed at the fierce new pain. With a cruel laugh, Marcia pulled Wonder Woman fully to her feet, by the breasts.

"Hah! Your big, 'cow' udders are good for something, anyway."

When Marcia released her grip on the immense globes, Wonder Woman did her best to remain upright, on only her left leg, but her body wobbled uncontrollably. Gingerly she tried to put some weight on her injured right leg, and gasped and winced in pain. The knee was already badly swollen. She swayed nearly falling again. Her head was swimming. Somehow, she gritted her teeth, and held on to consciousness. By a supreme act of will she got her rubbery limbs under control.

The triumphant Nazi watched the gallant struggle with a disdainful sneer. Hands on hips in mocking challenge, Marcia pushed up close to the taller, broader woman, and bumped her pert teets into Wonder Woman’s magnificent bosom. Marcia had to stand on tiptoe to reach those gorgeous globes. Wonder Woman stumbled backward, at the impact. She tried to push Marcia away, but Marcia didn't move; she just laughed at her feeble efforts.

Stung by the arrogant derision, Wonder Woman angrily struck out at Marcia’s smirking face, with her right fist. The punch landed on Marcia's jaw, but the hateful Nazi hardly blinked at the blow. Wonder Woman’s heart sank, even further; the hardest punch she could throw, was no more than a gnat sting to Marcia. Feeble though the punch was, Wonder Woman, herself, swayed at the effort.

"Himmel! I've really beaten the damned arrogant bitch. She doesn't look so smug now!" Her hard-won triumph filled Marcia with elation. The Nazi squared her shoulders, arrogantly. Despite her foe's magnificent physique, and honed combat skills, Marcia had proved the more tenacious and resolute warrior. Marcia laughed loudly in derision.

"Yes, Bitch! Despite your arrogant boasting, I will bring YOU to face Nazi Justice, as I promised you, and it will not be merciful." Marcia crowed, triumphantly, and laughed loudly, in derision.

Wonder Woman shuddered in horror. She had never been the butt of jeering laughter, before. In just moments, anticipated victory had swiftly turned to galling defeat, putting her at the Nazi's mercy. As Marcia bragged Nazi justice was not merciful.

"Dear Hera, no...I-I can't fight anymore...what can I do...Oh Hera, FORGIVE ME! I've done my best, but I CAN'T go on." The day had become a terrible surreal nightmare, for the indomitable Amazon Heroine. The horror of her predicament was dawning on her. Confident of effortlessly subduing the dowdy, overdressed Nazi braggart, the fearless heroine came to this remote location without backup, or even alerting anyone to her whereabouts. Instead of easy victory, the weaponless Marcia soundly defeated the Free World's greatest Champion. Now, Wonder Woman knew she would pay dearly for her arrogance. The vengeful Nazi would exact cruel retribution for her two years of imprisonment. Wildly, Wonder Woman looked around. Her plane was at least a hundred yards away. Could she reach it?

Marcia saw the furtive glance over the shoulder, the tumultuous internal struggle, and divined her foe's thought, but took no action. Would the proud Amazon Warrior Princess succumb to terror, turn tail and run from a foe. OH! What a delicious cap to her victory that would be!

Without further thought, Wonder Woman did suddenly turn and bolt clumsily toward her plane. Every step on her right leg was agonizing, and handicapped her considerably. Progress was further impeded by forest roots catching the ultra-high heels of her stylish boots. Her enormous unrestrained breasts, swung wildly from side to side, in frenzied abandon, even further unbalancing her.

Marcia watched a second, bemused at sight of those big opulently rounded butt cheeks, tightly encased in star-studded satin, jouncing from side to side in rhythm with the huge naked breasts, bouncing about her broad chest. Marcia had reduced the mighty superheroine to a scared woman running in terror from a mean, little bully. The Amazon Princess had lost all regal dignity, along with her courage. The sight of the mighty Wonder Woman, the idolized darling of America, running from her in panic, was the realization of Marcia's favorite daydream, and she stood stock still savoring the sight for a moment.

After the momentary hesitation, Marcia loped easily in pursuit, swiftly narrowing the distance between them. Her own flat, rubber soles proved well suited for pursuit. Then, she was close enough! Now! Marcia launched herself in another expert flying tackle. "Hah! Playing their American football in the prison yard, made me an expert!" She chortled, as she locked her arms around the ankles of high red boots, and skillfully felled her larger quarry, like a cowgirl expertly bulldogging a plump heifer. Once again, Wonder Woman landed flat on her face, and enormous bosom.

Marcia stood up and grabbed Wonder Woman by the hair at the back of her head and dragged her to her feet again. She spun her around face to face, and sneered: "Where do you think you're going, you COWARDLY Bitch? Hah! Hah! You're yellow! The great Wonder Woman is YELLOW. Ja, America's most famous superheroine ran from 'Little Marcia' like a scared rabbit. Your adoring fans should see you now!"

Wonder Woman hung her head in shame, unable to look her victorious foe in the eyes. No Amazon had ever known such disgrace. Marcia slapped her teetering, unsteady foe across the face, contemptuously dropping the powerfully built Amazon to her knees, again. "That's how I slap the Yankee bitches around, in your 'big house'! They run away from me like scared little girls too, just like you did. Ja, ja, now, YOU, the Great WONDER WOMAN is Marcia's scared, little 'bitch'!"

On her knees, Wonder Woman blinked back the tears of the stinging slap from her sky-blue eyes. Her head was swimming. She resisted the temptation to fall to the ground, cursing her weakness. The revolting thought of being Marcia's 'bitch' stung her to retort angrily. "I'll never be your bitch, you loathsome Nazi witch!"

"Hah, hah! No? Wait and see, you arrogant sow. You're going to beg to be my 'bitch'." Marcia sneered, with a confidence, born of experience.

As she swayed helplessly, Wonder Woman's felt a thrill of fearful self-doubt. "No, no! Even if she's beaten me. Even if I did try to run away. She could NEVER break an Amazon's will."

"I'll never submit to YOU!" Wonder Woman blurted, loudly...."N-never...never..." She added, anxiously.

"Hah! We'll see Bitch, we'll see! You sure don't sound very convincing, especially kneeling in front of me." Marcia snarled grimly, and Wonder Woman's heart fluttered at the threat.

"Yes! We'll see, Princess, we'll see." Marcia added with a cruel laugh, as she grasped the knobs of Wonder Woman's beautiful breasts again, painfully preventing her near helpless foe from keeling over, and then pulling her erect once more. Only the painful grip on her nipples kept Wonder Woman standing. She struck feebly at Marcia’s cruel hands, but she couldn’t free her captive boobs. Marcia kept pinching her sore nipples, until Wonder Woman was wailing at the pain.

”Damn the vicious devil!" Woman gritted her teeth at the pain. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself from Marcia’s hateful, insulting grip.

“Ohh, you vile witch!” Wonder Woman panted.

"Watch your mouth 'BITCH'!" Marcia snarled. "I don't like backtalk from 'MY BITCHES!" Letting go of the nipples, she punched Wonder Woman’s rippling belly. Her fist tore into the taut, sinuous muscles, now, as though they were dough, sinking into the aching tummy to the wrist. Wonder Woman’s wide red mouth flew open in a soundless shriek. Her ballooning tits sagged forward, as she doubled over at the waist. Then Marcia buried two upper-cuts, one in each of those tempting pneumatic targets. Her fists penetrated so deep, that the big fleshy globes smacked Wonder Woman in the face.

The stricken Amazon tottered backward clutching her wounded boobs with her right arm; her left still dangling at her side. Already breathless, she mewled piteously. Her mighty thighs, drained of strength, sagged apart. Merciless, Marcia barreled her toe into Wonder Woman's vulnerably exposed pussy, one more time. The unfortunate heroine felt her body would split in half. Helplessly her legs collapsed, and she dropped heavily, on to her huge behind. She sat there eyes glazed, and a little crossed, groaning loudly.

Without further ado, Marcia kicked the crouching Amazon in the jaw, flinging her over on her back. A split-second later she landed astride Wonder Woman's aching belly. Fearfully, the Amazon tried to kick and bridge free, but her frantic efforts were useless. Marcia pinned Diana's right bicep to the ground with her left knee. She didn't even bother to pin the useless left arm.

Wonder Woman looked up at her triumphant foe, and, now, there was no mistaking the awful, naked fear in her eyes.

"Hah! Our 'FEARLESS' Amazon Champion looks ready to piss herself." Marcia hooted, in derision, and Diana knew the evil Nazi was very close to the truth,

Marcia squirmed around a little, getting comfortable, letting the suspense build. Finally she was ready.

"Ready for it, 'fearless Amazon Champion'?" Marcia was actually chortling. Wonder Woman gulped at the lump in her throat, wishing that she was "fearless".

Finally, Marcia's left fist smashed Wonder Woman's right cheek, and then, almost simultaneously, her right crashed against the left side of her jaw. Diana's big powerful body stiffened at the pain. Involuntarily, her long, gorgeously muscled legs kicked in futile desperation.

Relentlessly, Marcia hammered away with machine like regularity, battering Wonder Woman's beautiful face from side to side, reveling in the continuous wails of pain, as each hard fist struck like a sledge hammer. Finally, Wonder Woman's frightened blue eyes rolled, and her mouth drooped slackly, a line of spittal drooling down her bruised cheek. Marcia felt the shuddering body beneath her go limp, and a glance told her those long legs had dropped lifelessly, to the ground. Marcia was breathing heavily from the exertion, and she took several deep breaths, while surveying the damage she had done to that beautiful face. She grinned in cruel satisfaction. The damage was considerable.

Fully rested, Marcia slapped the helpless heroine's battered face back and forth, until, her victim started to come to.

As she came to her senses again, and saw Marcia's triumphant face, leering above her, Wonder Woman shuddered in dread. Her magnificent body twitched a little, in pitiful response to her panicky need to escape. After a few fruitless efforts to budge Marcia, she realized her plight was hopeless. She had been scared before, but now, her dazed blue eyes were large and round with an awful terror, she never knew before.

Glancing at Marcia's hard fists, clenched and cocked above her face, Diana began to sweat profusely. "Great Hera! The Monster beat me senseless once, and now she's ready to do it again. She's actually enjoying it!"

It was true, Marcia was enjoying hurting her beaten foe, enjoying it tremendously. She continued to smirk down at her helpless Amazon victim. She was also enjoying that frightened rabbity look clouding those, once fierce, proud, blue eyes. "Hah! Look at her lower lip quivering! Our 'fearless' superheroine looks like she's going to start blubbering like a scared little girl. I love it!"

"All right! Lets start Round Two!" Marcia said aloud. Without further warning, she began pounding Wonder Woman's face again. This time Diana's tense body went limp after only a few punches.

Marcia slapped the moaning Amazon awake again. "You'd think I'd be getting bored by now, eh? But Nein, this is REALLY fun. I'm greatly enjoying myself. How about you, Princess? Are you enjoying yourself, too? I heard you Amazon bitches were all masochists, always tying each other up, and playing warped, bondage games. Maybe I'll play some of those with you, later, eh Liebchen? Would you like that?"

The only answer was a gurgle of sick fear. "Of course, we COULD stop, I guess. All you have to do is admit you were beaten and defeated, by a superior woman. Ready yet? I heard that you Amazons always tell the truth. How can you deny that you are beaten, and that Marcia, the Superior Nazi woman beat you? DO you deny it, Liebchen?"

A broken sob escaped Wonder Woman’s lips, and then she really did start blubbering like a scared little girl. She wept helplessly, knowing she had no more to give or resist with. Marcia had shattered her proud spirit, and broken the last of her fierce courage.

Unable to deny the sickening truth, any longer, Diana, with a despairing nod, quavered: "N-no...it's tr-true...y-you've beaten me, Marcia!"

"Do you submit to me?" Marcia demanded, harshly.

The defeated superheroine hesitated a moment, and Marcia cocked her fist, threateningly, again.

"I-I have n-no choice...y-yes I s-submit to you, Marcia..." Wonder Woman groaned in heartbroken misery.

"And Who's Marcia's 'BITCH'?" Marcia went on, relentlessly.

Wonder Woman tried to turn her head away, without answering, but Marcia grabbed her chin with her left hand and twisted her head back, cocking her right fist.

"Who's Marcia's bitch? I asked you!" The relentless Nazi demanded, again.

Wonder Woman forgot her vow to Hera. The only reality now was the pain and fear, and Marcia's fist poised inches away, ready to beat her senseless, again.

"I-I am...I am...I'm your bitch...I'm Marcia's bitch...pleeeease please...don't hit me again...Marcia...d-don't pleeaase..." Even in the 'big house' Marcia had never heard such a satisfying, abject submission.

The horrifying shock of surrender to an enemy, was too much for the overwhelmed champion, and with a pathetic moan she passed out again; this time much to Marcia's annoyance.

"Damn the Bitch! I should have brought smelling salts. She faints like one of those heroines in Victorian melodramas."

Marcia removed the Tiara, Amazon bracelets, and then even the bright red, high-heeled boots, from the unconscious moaning woman. She tried to remove the Golden Girdle as well, but there was an intricate, locking mechanism holding it tightly around the slim sinuous waist. Early in her career as Wonder Woman, enemies had several times, snatched the Girdle, right off Diana's body. The Princess had asked expert Amazon artisans to fashion a lock, that could only be opened by one who knew its secret.

"Damn I'll have to wait until she wakes up. Well I'll get that lasso back, while I'm waiting." By the time Marcia found the Magic Lasso in the underbrush, and returned, the still figure on the ground was raising her head, in confusion. In shock, she looked around with dazed blue eyes.

"So you're awake at last Sleeping Beauty? Good! Take off that pretty belt, and GIVE it to ME.

"I-I w-will NOT." Wonder Woman retorted, with what she hoped was firm resolve. But the petulant pout of her ripe lips, and the quavering uncertainty in her voice, was hardly the stern look of command, and the assertive confident tone, one expected of an Imperious Amazon Princess. Instead, it was the nervous, uncertain whine, of a woman who had just been badly, and brutally, beaten up. One who had sobbingly conceded defeat, and cravenly begged for mercy.

"Oh, I think you will, 'PRINCESS'! I'm SURE you will!" Marcia snapped harshly, but then with a hint of amusement in her voice. "In the Fatherland, when little girls are naughty, we know how to make them behave, with blazing red bottoms, and you certainly have a really big bottom to blaze red."

Wonder Woman felt a a cold shiver run down her spine, at the chilling thought. "Suffering Sappho! Does she mean to SPANK me? She wouldn't dare! Who does she think she is? I'm no 'naughty little girl'! I'm an Amazon Warrior Princess!"

In fact, the vicious Nazi did mean to spank 'an Amazon Warrior Princess', and she proceeded to waste no time about it, either. Without further ado, Marcia kicked the defeated superheroine, over on her belly.

"Eeeeeeek!"

Marcia snickered at the loud indignant screech, and grabbed the back of the girdle in dispute, and used it to pull her victim up on her hands and knees. The defeated heroine's left arm was useless to support her, and by now her right arm was trembling so badly that it, too, gave way. Diana's face landed in the dirt, raising her magnificent derriere at a provocative angle. Marcia swiftly jerked the star-spangled, blue shorts down, baring that big, gorgeous behind. She rolled the shorts down the spectacularly rounded thighs, until they knotted around the knees, binding Wonder Woman's awesome legs together, better than a rope.

As the boldly jutting globes of Diana's delicious, amazonian ass, were pulled into defenseless prominence, her fears were confirmed. Marcia sat down beside her and pulled the helpless Amazon face down across her lap.

"How humiliated this must make you feel, eh Liebchen? You a SUPERHEROINE, too!" Marcia chortled, eyeing the mouthwateringly rounded bottom cheeks, the creamy flesh, so far, marred only by her own teeth marks.

"Great Hera! She is going to spank me! Oh the vile despicable beast!" Wonder Woman's delectable behind jiggled and trembled, nervously. No Amazon, before her, was ever demeaned by such a degrading punishment. She struggled desperately to escape her hideously mortifying predicament! Alas, it was no use! Marcia had savagely sapped all of her superhuman strength by the prolonged beating. Even her Girdle of Power would take hours to restore her, after that terrible drubbing. She was trapped!

Flattening the looped lasso in her fist, so it was now a two foot length of innumerable, glistening metallic strands, Marcia swished it in the air several times, liking the heft and suppleness. "How delicious!" She breathed sensuously.

Grinning like a she-wolf, Marcia sliced her makeshift whip across the helpless Amazon's magnificent, upthrust behind. The Nazi held nothing back, and was rewarded by a shrill shriek. The many thin strands of the lasso, were tough as steel wire, and bit deeply into the opulent creamy flesh, each leaving a scalding welt. "Oh it's perfect! I couldn't have found a better whip. It's better than a cat-of-nine-tails." Marcia cried in gleeful satisfaction.

"Yiiiieeeeeeee...Stopp itttt...stopp ittt...h-how dare you..." The helpless Amazon wailed. The pain was terrible! "I MUST bear it!" The suffering beauty told herself, and gritted her teeth, cutting short her wail of misery.

The heroine's resolve was rewarded by a loud derisive snort of cruel laughter, and by another stroke of the vicious, makeshift scourge. Pleased by the effectiveness of the first stroke, Marcia struck even harder the second time.

At Wonder Woman's second horrified shriek of agony, Marcia shivered in ecstasy. After the third stroke, the evil Nazi felt a delightful hot wetness between her thighs. "Mein Gott! It's as good as sex." Even as the victim's third shriek was still echoing; Marcia, moaning in pleasure, struck a fourth time, and then a fifth, and a sixth. In a feverish frenzy, Marcia struck again and again. By now there was no pause between the frightful lashes, and no pause between the victim's horrible shrieks of pain.

Wonder Woman's powerfully rounded buttocks, were rapidly criss-crossed by vicious lacerations, that burned and blistered like fire. At first her cries were angry and indignant, but the timbre soon changed, until she was howling piteously from the torment.

Wonder Woman had already submitted to Marcia once, surrendering her Amazonian pride and dignity. Surrendering her Girdle, the Gift of the Goddess, would be an even worse betrayal of her Amazon heritage. Even so, her resistance crumbled, and the second submission came a little easier. It might soon become a habit.

"...a-all right...all right...I'll tell you...(sob)...I'll t-tell you...just stoppp...pleeeasse stoppppp..." The abused and humbled heroine wailed. Heartbroken, by her latest surrender to evil, Wonder Woman broke down into hopeless sobs of defeat. Between tragic sobs, the defeated American Heroine revealed the Girdle's secret.

Standing up, Marcia spilled Wonder Woman off her lap. The stricken heroine rolled on her side, still weeping copious heartbroken tears. Marcia wiped the blood from the lasso and, with a scornful snort, detached Athena's Girdle from the trim waist of its rightful owner, amused by the pitiful, last minute pleas not to take it.

"Shut up, you stupid slut! To the victor belongs the spoils!"

Now in possession, Marcia locked the littering Girdle around her own waist, changing the lock combination as she did. Until that very moment, she had no conception of the significance of the girdle, thinking it only a pretty bauble, that she coveted. Once in place, though, she immediately felt an incredible rush of renewed vigor and strength.

"Wow That's quire a rush!" Marcia breathed in satisfaction. "Hah! And even with this power source, a big, overgrown, muscle-bound cow, like you, couldn't beat me. Certainly I AM a superior Aryan woman, but I am only half your size. Oh you pathetic loser! You aren't fit to wear such a treasure. Well I'll see you never wear it again!"

Marcia had recovered from the effects of the fight itself, and the girdle was already restoring all of her normal vigor. Even so, now she was panting in passionate response to the sadistic joy of inflicting pain. By nature, Marcia was heterosexual, but in the fetid atmosphere of a Federal Women's Prison, she like so many others, had found other outlets for her sexual gratification. She had repeatedly found it particularly delightful, to demand the services of any attractive woman, she had beaten up, in her many battles for prison supremacy. It had become habit-forming.

Looking down at her crouching defeated foe, Marcia couldn't deny she had never had so beautiful a woman at her mercy. A little bedraggled at the moment, of course. Her ripe red mouth was bruised, and smeared by countless punches, and gaped open. A trickle of saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the copious tears streaming down her bruised face. A trickle of blood ran down her cheek on the other side, from the cut Marcia had opened over her high set, right cheek bone. A lock of tangled, sweaty black curls fell over one eye. And of course her magnificent behind was a ravaged mess. Even in her extreme distress, though, the Amazon Princess was still one of the most beautiful women in the world.

AND there was no other woman Marcia hated so much. This was the woman she would most delight in demeaning and debasing. Now that she had triumphed over her hated nemesis, and reduced that proud Amazon to sobbing humility, she could force her to fulfill the many fantasies, that had whiled away so many boring hours in prison.

"Oh what a delicious revenge.Time enough for business later." Marcia concluded, and then aloud, she snapped: "Lets go inside, Slut. We can have a little privacy, there!" Wonder Woman defensively rolled over on her stomach again, ashamed to face the hateful, vicious she-devil, who had broken her.

"All right you dumb slut, get up on your feet! I'm certainly not going to carry a big oaf, like you!" Marcia snarled, impatient to get on with her plans. The stricken Amazon tried to rise, but her injuries crippled her. Angrily, Marcia wrapped a mass of gleaming raven hair around her fist, and jerked Wonder Woman's body partially off the ground. The Nazi hauled the beaten Amazon as far as her hands and knees, but no amount of tugging and shouted insults could get her any further. Her satin shorts knotted around her lower legs and her sprained right knee made anything more impossible.

Wonder Woman squawked in distress, and then totally intimidated by the Nazi, began to beg and plead, piteously. "N-no, no...please...I can't...I c-can't...Please Marcia, no please..."

"All right you stupid, lazy slut. You'll have to crawl inside!" Wonder Woman started to plead again, but Marcia swished the Magic Lasso through the air. With a loud sob, the terrorized crimefighter began the extremely painful journey. Somehow, the injured Amazon crawled one agonizing inch at a time, on all fours, or 'all threes' since her almost paralyzed left arm couldn't support her heavy body. Every movement on her right knee was torture, but she persevered out of fear of another whipping. She groaned and sobbed; her big blazing red behind waggling from side to side, made it seem like the harsh whipping had never stopped. It was only about ten yards, but it felt like ten miles to America's humbled idol. She was already paying dearly for her first disastrous defeat.

Marcia, a step behind, carrying her plundered booty in her arms, supervised Wonder Woman's painful progress, with a satisfied smirk. After what seemed an eternity, Diana at last reached the cabin doorway. She paused uncertainly, a moment too long.

"Don't dawdle, BITCH!" The merciless Nazi snarled and kicked Wonder Woman's blistered behind. The kick propelled her captive inside, where she collapse sobbing brokenly in misery.

Wonderful what a kick in the arse can accomplish!" Marcia snickered and slammed the cabin door behind them.

While the woebegone Amazon lay sobbing, where she fell, Marcia stripped off her sweaty torn clothing. Naked, but for the golden girdle around her waist, she bathed her face in some cold water, she'd fetched, in earlier. Then, still snickering, she donned Wonder Woman's red boots. Diana had rather tiny feet for her size and Marcia's were quite large, and the boots proved a fairly good fit for the Nazi.

"Of course they look a lot better on me." Marcia chortled, as she stomped around the cabin getting used to the boots, like a child with a new toy. She didn't forget her other "new toy" for long, either. She secured a huge butcher knife from a cabinet and returned to that other 'new toy'. Wonder Woman trembled in alarm, as Marcia, knife in hand, stooped over her. She shrieked even louder, when the cold steel blade touched her flesh.

"Shut up, Stupid!" Marcia snapped, rapidly cutting away the starry, satin shorts tangled around Wonder Woman's knees, freeing her long, gorgeous legs. Having robbed her victim of the last shreds of her proud uniform, Marcia twisted her hair, bending her head backward, to force her up on her feet.

On her feet, Wonder Woman ached and hurt everywhere. She whimpered, as she stood abjectly before the vicious Nazi, defeated and naked. Even barefooted, her magnificent body slumping in defeat, Diana was noticeably taller than Marcia, though it was now Marcia wearing those famous, high-heeled, red boots. Face to face, both women naked, it seemed impossible, that the slender blonde of athletic but average build and height could ever have defeated the magnificent, powerfully curved Amazon. Marcia was well aware of the contrast, and happy to rub the proud Amazon's nose in the shame of defeat and surrender.

"Wow! An over-sized, muscle-bound cow like you, and 'little old Marcia' just beat the shit out of you. AND THEN, you begged little Marcia to stop hurting you, and gave me all these Amazon treasures. Heh, heh! How does that make a big, strong, 'brave' Amazon warrior feel, huh?"

The only answer to Wonder Woman's mortifying plight was a heartbroken sob.

Wonder Woman's keen eyes were clouded and cast down in shame, but she couldn't help but be aware, that Marcia had removed her own clothes, and now they were both naked. Diana was no prude, and freely exposed her nude body before her Amazon sisters in sporting contests. But now, she shuddered, feeling vulnerable and ashamed, when Marcia's hungry, greedy eyes possessively devoured her luscious, naked body, particularly, her gleaming, ebony-sheathed genitalia. Nervously, she covered herself as best she could with her right hand; the left still dangled useless, at her side.The defensive gesture of maidenly modesty, only emphasized the gorgeous heroine's womanly appeal as a sexually desirable plaything. , As Marcia came closer, Wonder Woman winced and trembled fearfully. Her huge breasts jiggled about her broad chest, even as that magnificent bosom seemed to droop low in defeat. Maliciously, Marcia poked her finger into one of those gorgeously swelling titties. Wonder Woman shrieked in alarm, as any other frightened virgin might.

"Rolling around on the ground, rubbing against those big tits, got me all excited. Even if that overgrown body, of yours, isn't much good for fighting, it looks like it was made for sex. Yep, you were born to be my SLUT!"

Without further ado, Marcia grabbed Wonder Woman, and dug her cruel claws into the Amazon’s jutting, rock hard, nether globes, as if they were sponge rubber. The abused Amazon shrieked at the outrageous affront to her chastity and dignity. Of course, the shriek may also been occasioned by the pain Marcia was inflicting on that beautiful behind, still raw and welted from the recent savage spanking. Marcia boldly fondled Diana's delectable, boldly thrusting behind, and probed the deep, tight crevice between the solid rubbery buttocks.

As she sadistically toyed with that provocative butt, Marcia roughly pulled her victim tight, and rubbed herself insultingly up and down, knowing intuitively how revolting such detestable familiarity would be to the virtuous Amazon Maiden. Diana whimpered helplessly, sadly aware there was nothing more she could do.

"Suffering Sappho forgive me! I've become such a coward, I don't even dare defend my own chastity."

Satisfied she had completely tamed and cowed the once fearless superheroine, Marcia pushed her whimpering captive against the rough cabin wall, and held her there with a tight grip on one big up-tilted boob. She waved her other hand in front of Wonder Woman's face. "Kiss it, Slut!" She commanded, relentlessly.

"N-no noaa..." Wonder Woman croaked, trying to sound defiant. Marcia slapped her face, knocking her head from side to side until the Big Amazon was dizzy, and her cheeks stinging painfully. Marcia thrust her hand against Wonder Woman's bruised lips, again. This time Wonder Woman puckered her ripe lips and obeyed.

"Use your tongue you stupid bitch !" Marcia next demanded. Wonder Woman stuck out her tongue and licked Marcia's fingers, though her eyes glared angrily at her tormentor.

"That's a good girl!" Marcia sneered. "But if I ever see that look from you again, I will beat you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand, you spoiled arrogant Sow?"

In her fabulous career, the Amazing Amazon had laughed scornfully at every past threat, but now she cringed fearfully at this one. Even as she continued to slobber on Marcia's hand, she mumbled, abjectly: "...(gulp)...I-I'm s-sorry...(whimper)...I-I didn't m-mean...(sob)..."

Pleased by the abject contrition, the vicious Nazi thrust one of her pert breasts into Wonder Woman's face, and demanded: "Suck my tit!" Wonder Woman shuddered in disgust. For a split second, she considered another refusal, but then swiftly reconsidered, and started to comply.

Nevertheless, Marcia saw the brief, repressed flicker of defiance, in the big blue eyes, and delivered two more slaps across the face. "Quicker next time, like my other 'BITCHES!" She hissed. "And DON'T even think about refusing. OBEY instantly! That's how I demand my 'bitches' to act." Marcia was incredibly fond of reminding the Mighty Wonder Woman, that now she was one of 'Marcia's bitches'.

"s-sorry..."

As the chastened Amazon Princess kissed and sucked Marcia's boob, she felt the nipple stiffen and harden eagerly, when her pink tongue flicked it. Worse, her servile submission to the Nazi dominatrix was stiffening her own nipples, and she felt a guilty tingling in her pussy.

Marcia moaned in the early stages of erotic arousal. More than the exciting sensation of that delicious little tongue on her flesh, was the delight in mastering the fabulous Wonder Woman. The opulent charms, of the gorgeous legendary heroine, were Marcia's private property to be used as her servile playthings. Such a triumph made the evil Nazi's head light.

Marcia hands roamed over Wonder Woman's enticing form fingering her huge, sharp-spiked breasts; breasts twice the size of her own, though no less ardently upthrust. Those enormous globes tilted arrogantly skyward, even though her broad shoulders slumped in disgraced defeat. Marcia smirked when she felt the spiked cones stiffen obediently in her hands. She took one of those incredible melons in each hand and squeezed and pulled them as she'd once been taught to milk the cows on the family farm.

"Ohh the horrid, brazen Devil!” Wonder Woman thought indignantly. Wisely she kept her resentment hidden. Marcia's cruel lessons were taking hold. She was learning the value of servile acceptance of Nazi dominance. She did finally whimper. "Pl-please you're hurting me..."

"Tough titty" Marcia snickered, and gave the captive breasts a hard even more painful tug. Then, she spun her victim around and poked one sore buttock. "I might think you were defying me! Do you need another spanking already, Bitch?"

"Oh Hera no...no... please Marcia don't..." Wonder Woman mewled, shivering fearfully.

"That's another thing. Address me as: 'Mistress Marcia' from now on! It's not as though we were were equals, you know." Marcia snarled.

"...pl-please Mistress Marcia don't spank me..." Wonder Woman whimpered submissively, even ingratiatingly.

Marcia pressed against Diana's back grinding her naked torso and privates against the fluid wrigglings of those jutting, out thrust bottom cheeks, uttering throaty coos of pleasure. She pulled Diana back facing her, and clasped her genitalia in an authoritative grip.

The terrified Amazon froze and shrieked in shocked panic, vainly trying to shield her naked pussy from Marcia's vengeful invasion. Marcia laughed at her, and pushed the Amazon down on the floor on her knees.

"...please...nooaa..." Diana wept, plaintively.

What could be more delicious for Marcia, than her victim kneeling at her feet, in servile obedience, uselessly begging for mercy. Well! Cringing slaves didn't deserve Nazi mercy. They deserved further domination.

"You got 'my' new boots all scuffed fighting me outside. Polish them! Use your tongue!" Marcia demanded, demonstrating her power.

Wonder Woman looked up at the cruel Nazi in sick fear. Had she heard correctly? Could even the vicious Marcia derive pleasure from degrading another woman in so disgusting a fashion. The answer came swiftly.

"Get busy you lazy slut. I don't like 'MY bitches' to keep me waiting. Remember?" Marcia emphasized her domination, with another stinging slap across the face.

With a sob of resignation, the proud Amazon Princess bent her stiff neck and erect back, until her enormous bosom rested on the rough cabin floor, prostrating herself, in a virtual oriental kowtow of submission. With another heartbreaking sob, she began licking the toes of the splendid scarlet boots, that were rightfully her own. With an occasional grunt of command, the Nazi kept her unhappy, coerced handmaiden at the task, until she thoroughly licked every inch of both boots. When she reached the white flesh above the second boot, Diana hesitated uncertainly.

"Keep going, you stupid moron!" Marcia snapped eagerly, wriggling in pleasure as she felt the bruised, ripe lips touching the naked flesh, of her slim thigh.

With a gulp of disgust, and sob of unhappy resignation, Wonder Woman obediently began kissing the dominant Nazi's quivering thighs. Tears streaming from her hurt, cowed eyes, moistened the vicious Nazi's thighs. Marcia shivered in pleasure.

Wonder Woman elaborately prolonged her detestable obeisance, terrified of reaching the inevitable conclusion to her deviant journey. Inevitably, though, her lips and tongue reached the portal of Marcia's genitalia, and stopped again.

"Well?" Marcia snapped

Wonder Woman's big blue eyes, wet with tears, widened in terror, as she looked up pleadingly, at her cruel conqueror. "Please n-no..." She piteously begged.

The cruel Nazi looked down, into that divinely beautiful, face upraised in supplication. She preened herself arrogantly, proud of what she had accomplished. Just a short time earlier today, that face, was oh so proud and haughty, so self-assured. Now it was cut and bruised, shamed and frightened, and drenched in tears. Marcia savored her accomplishment a moment longer, then...

"Get busy BITCH! Thanks to you, I haven't had a cock in my pussy for two years. Well, you're going to make up for that today!"

Wonder Woman continued to whine and plead. Surprisingly the vicious Nazi let her victim continue to beg a trifle longer. She was actually, indulgently enjoying it, and savoring the pleasure of smacking that beautiful hated face, another time. Finally, she couldn't resist a moment longer. She struck with all her might. This was her hardest open-handed blow yet, and its force would have felled a smaller, less powerful woman. Even so, the chastened Amazon's eyes crossed momentarily at the shock.

"Do you need another taste of that lasso, on your big fat ass, to learn obedience, you stupid bitch?" Marcia snarled.

Head ringing, her broad, superbly rounded bottom still afire from the earlier vicious spanking, America's idolized heroine, the renowned champion of virtue, surrendered to the implacable Nazi dominatrix. It was clear beyond all doubt, that the terrifying, heartless Nazi had brutally mastered and tamed the once indomitable Wonder Woman.

With a whimper of wretched resignation, Wonder Woman bent her proud, swan-like neck. She opened her bruised, bee-stung, red lips, obediently, and her lips kissed those other lips of Marcia. She extended her pointed pink tongue, and tasted the salty pungent opening to that forbidden portal. She slid her tongue inside, seeking the stiffened clitoris, that she instinctively knew, she must titillate and satisfy.

Marcia shrieked in ecstasy, and climaxed at the first touch, of those servile lips and tongue. That was just the beginning. She had dreamed of this moment for two years, never believing it could come true. Lest Wonder Woman think her ordeal over, Marcia grabbed a handful of inky curls and jammed the beautiful face tighter against her crotch, so the vanquished Amazon could barely breathe. Marcia kept the weeping superheroine busy until she'd come several times.

It was almost an hour later that Marcia finally felt herself satiated. There were some other nasty sexual perversions, Marcia fantasized over inflicting on her hated enemy, while in prison, but she decided she'd save them for another day. The bout of sexual domination had tired her more than the fight itself. She had indulged herself long enough for today. It was more important to formulate her future plans. For that, she would need information. She walked over to the cot in the corner, and sat down there. She picked up the Magic Lasso. She'd tossed it there when she came in.

Wonder Woman was still kneeling on the floor in shock, at having cravenly surrendered her virtue.

"All right! Get over here!"

The stricken heroine no longer dared defy the horrid Nazi. She tried to stand up, but the hour on her knees had stiffened her aching limbs. On top of all her other injuries, it was impossible to stand.

"Crawl over here, then, STUPID! I want you on your knees anyway.

Still whimpering and weeping softly, Wonder Woman dragged her self across the floor to do the bidding, of her heartless, new Mistress. "I deserve to be treated like this ,after surrendering my honor and virtue." Was her despairing thought.

When the abused prisoner was finally kneeling in front of her, Marcia looped the Magic Lasso around her neck. "No one can tell lies with this around their neck, you told me once, as long as I'm holding the other end."

"Y-yes that's true..."

"Good we're going to play a little game of questions and answers."

Marcia was an experienced, skilled interrogator, and with the priceless assistance of the Lasso of Truth, in two hours she extracted from her victim, all of the information necessary, to make her plans.

She learned that Wonder Woman was the alter ego of Lieutenant Diana Prince of U. S. Military Intelligence. Marcia was swiftly convinced by the expert classified information possessed by Lt. Prince that the War was already lost for Germany, and that it would be foolish to return to her home for the foreseeable future.

She learned that Diana was living under an assumed name, that she was not born in the United States, nor was she a naturalized citizen. Diana could not not only be deported as an illegal alien, but would probably be prosecuted as an enemy agent. Now, she had one more hold over her hapless prisoner. Not that she much needed another one. As a final bit of insurance, Marcia forced her prisoner to divulge the coordinates of her home, Paradise Island.

Marcia additionally learned all of the secrets of Wonder Woman's marvelous Amazonian devices, including the secret of her seemingly miraculous means of transportation. The Amazon had been entrusted with an 'Invisible Airplane'. The craft was a supersonic airship, with a futuristic power source, equipped with cloaking devices, that made it invisible to the human eye, and even to the Military's relatively new radar detectors. She learned that the advanced craft had simplified controls that could easily be learned. Marcia was already a skilled pilot, and she expected she would have no problem flying the anywhere in the world she chose. Of course, she already had the most experienced pilot of that aircraft at her servile disposal. She ferreted out that the plane could be flown remotely through use of the amazon Tiara, but that the tiara was also a mental communication device. She resolved to throw that dangerous piece of equipment into a deep spot of the ocean at first chance, lest it could be used to trace her whereabouts.

The dastardly Nazi also wormed out the information that, while under the compulsion of the Magic Lasso, the subject was not only compelled to tell the truth to, and obey the holder of the lasso, but could also be compelled to continue to obey commands in the future, when no longer physically restrained by the Lasso. It's powers of compulsion would continue to work, once the subject was so ordered, for years.

Marcia immediately commanded her captive to be the diabolical Nazi's obedient servant for life; to always foster Marcia's best interests, to abet all her schemes, to never take any action that would endanger Marcia's freedom of movement, her well being, or her life, to rush to Marcia's aid if threatened. Wonder Woman broke into loud heart-broken sobs knowing she was now Marcia's total slave for life. If necessary, she must sacrifice her own life to protect Marcia's.

Marcia kept to her main business most of the interrogation. However, when she was about finished, she decided to amuse herself for a while by maliciously asking offensive personal questions, to embarrass her captive.

"When you wrestle naked with those other Amazons, doesn't it make your pussy wet, and your nipples hard?"

In obedience to the lasso Wonder Woman was compelled to answer...

"(gulp)... oh please Marcia don't make me...

"I asked you a question, BITCH! Now answer it!"

Reluctantly, in a small shamed voice: "...y-yes Mistress Marcia...m-my pussy got wet sometimes, and my nipples got hard too...i-it was v-very embarrassing..."

"It must have been, but only sometimes?"

"W-well...well...most times..."

"Was it only when you wrestled?"

"th-the night afterwards, in bed, I'd toss and turn...it was hard to sleep..."

"What did you think about in bed?"

"I'd th-think about the other wrestler tying me up...a-and t-taking advantage of me...

"Did you ever ask them to do that to you?"

"NO! Of course not. That would be wicked."

"Did you ever have fantasies about a man doing those things to you?"

"...y-yes"

"Did it excite you, when I beat you up today?"

"I-I...it...y-yes...Hera help me..."

"Is this interrogation making you hot and wet?"

"Oh Hera...I-I guess so..."

"Well is it ,or isn't it? Answer 'yes' or 'no'!"

"Y-Yes...yes...it is..."

"Why don't you relieve yourself of those feelings, by giving in to them? Do you know how to diddle yourself?"

"Oh M-Mistress Marcia...pl-please...th-that's a terrible sin against the Goddess!"

"That wasn't what i asked you."

"I guess I do..."

"Do it then!"

"I-it's a s-sin..."

"Do it anyway! By now you must be more afraid of me, than you are of your stupid goddess. Go on! DIDDLE yourself!"

Diana trembled at the blasphemy, but she had no choice but to obey.

Reluctantly her right hand touched the forbidden opening to her genitalia. She shivered, as she gently massaged the sensitive lips. Diana began panting, and her eyes half closed, dreamily. Then she thrust two fingers inside herself, and massaged her clitoris. In just moments, she surrendered to a massive orgasm, so intense that she swooned keeling over on her side.

"I really need those smelling salts, with this bimbo." Marcia laughed to herself.

"Wake up stupid!" She commanded.

In obedience to the Lasso, Wonder Woman's eyes opened dreamily, and then she realized in horror what she had just done at Marcia's command.

"Back on your knees!"

Wearily and painfully Diana managed to get up on her knees, again.

Staring sternly, Marcia demanded: "You seemed quite expert in getting yourself off. Are you sure you've never done it before? Heh, heh! I'd say you diddled yourself like someone who does it quite a lot; maybe even every night. Well, you slutty hypocrite, do you?"

Wonder Woman hung her head in shame. "Th-that would be terribly wicked..." She stammered evasively.

"Of course it would. No one but a promiscuous, debauched tramp would do something so depraved and disgusting. DO YOU OR DON'T YOU? Tell the truth!

"Oh Mistress Marcia please..."

Marcia glared.

"(sob)...s-sometimes...I....oh you know what I mean..."

"No! What do you mean? I'm not a mind reader. ANSWER ME! The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, as they say in courtrooms, here."

"S-sometimes...wh-when I'm alone...my feelings just get too strong...I c-can't help myself...I-I...I touch myself like I just did...Oh Hera...it's so wicked..."

"Oh such a hypocrite and SUCH a naughty little amazon. In prison, I read in a magazine that you've become an inspiration and a role model for young American women and girls. Sometimes, you give lectures at High Schools and Colleges. How can you look those innocent girls in the face, knowing you, yourself, are such a wanton tramp?"

"I-I never th-thought..."

"Of course you never thought, because you're a wicked, selfish hypocrite! I pity those poor girls."

Dumbly, Wonder Woman hung her head, and broke into sobs of shame.

"What are those thoughts, that you can't resist diddling yourself?" Marcia went on relentlessly.

Overcome by shame, Wonder Woman was too physically and emotionally broken to try to hold anything else back. "...sometimes...I imagine another Amazon winning a wrestling match and pinning me to the ground and refusing to let me go until I l-licked her between the legs...or sometimes they'd spank me, until I cried...then make me do that. Other times, I imagine my boss, Major Trevor beating me and spanking me and making me suck on his big penis, and then ramming it into my pussy...once in a while I think of a cruel SS Officer, overpowering and capturing me, making me helpless, and then spanking me until I do those things to him."

"Ha, ha! I'm an SS Officer myself, and I just did all those things to you. I guess Marcia is the answer to your dreams, eh Liebchen?'

The only reply was a sad, sick sob of shame.

"I've heard you hang around with those girls from Holliday College, all the time. Do you ever wrestle with them?"

"They're always asking me to teach them how to defend themselves, and sometimes I give them lessons, We always wear gym clothes though, at least they do, and I wear my uniform.

"Did wrestling with them make your pussy wet?"

"I-it did once...after that I would only watch, and give them pointers, while they wrestled each other."

"How noble of you! Any other embarrassing moments with them?"

"Oh M-Marcia...pl-please..."

"TELL ME!"

"W-well Etta Candy the Sorority President pinned all the other girls. She's only five foot tall, but very strong and muscular, under all her fat. She weighs about 275 pounds. She said the other girls were no fun to wrestle, and challenged me. I told her that wasn't appropriate, and refused, and she said I was afraid of her. I told her 'not to be silly', and turned my back on her. She tackled me from behind, and I fell over on my stomach. The fall really hurt my breasts and knocked the wind out of me, and she was able to sit on me. I was a little dizzy and she's so heavy I couldn't throw her off right away. While I was struggling she got hold of my right arm and twisted it behind my back. It really hurt, and when I yelped in pain, she laughed at me. I had no idea that she could be so nasty. By the time I got loose, I-I...n-no noaaa...please...(sob).....oh d-don't..."

"Don't think you're going to stop there, Bitch! What happened?"

"...(sob)...wh-while she had me down...I-I came...

"Did anyone notice?"

"N-no...th-thank goodness...I-I don't think so anyway...b-but it was s-so mortifying...I didn't go near those girls for weeks. E-even so every night for a long time...I'd think about it..."

Marcia began laughing uproariously, while Wonder Woman broke into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

The exacting meticulous, spy mistress was finally satisfied, and it had been a long day. She removed the lasso from her weeping captive's neck. Grinning maliciously, she exercised her newly established mastery over her weeping victim.

"Get over there, and open that trap door in the floor!"

"y-yes Mistress Marcia." The new slave responded, looking up at her new absolute owner with the cowed, obedient eyes of a well-trained spaniel, before dragging her sore aching body across the rough boards, and opening the hatch. A short ladder led into a dark area under the cabin.

"Get down there!"

Wonder Woman obeyed as quickly as her injuries would allow, and found herself in a small root cellar, with dirt walls and floor. The trap door slammed shut above her head, leaving her in total darkness. It didn't take long to discover that the tiny cavity was only four feet high from floor to ceiling, and three feet wide and long. The unhappy, dishonored Amazon scrunched up her big body, forced to sit on her still fiery, painfully blistered bottom. She wept miserably, fearing correctly, that she was there for the night, naked, in the dark, cold damp clammy cell. Diana finally fell asleep masturbating, while thinking about Marcia sitting on her belly, beating her unconscious.

"Dear Hera...is she really what I dreamed of..."

Next morning the trap door opened early, and Marcia ordered her captive out of the her horrible tiny prison.

Diana could still hardly walk on her injured right leg. Marcia among her other accomplishments, had some nursing skills. She rapidly and efficiently bandaged the knee, than ordered the prisoner to wash herself in the water bucket. When Wonder Woman was through washing, Marcia snapped:

"Go throw that out, and bring more in, from the stream. I want to make coffee for breakfast."

Diana, with her knee bandaged, was now able to limp on her leg. She obeyed the command without question. Alone outside the cabin she looked forlornly toward her Invisible Plane. It was no use; the compulsion of the Lasso now controlled her will. As ordered, she filled the bucket, and turned back to the cabin. Marcia had been watching closely from the window, a pistol in her hand, just in case.

"Well it's working so far."

After 'slave' Diana prepared breakfast for her Mistress, Marcia ate, while feeding scraps to her slave, kneeling, naked, at her feet. The evil Nazi had made her plans during the previous evening, before she had gotten a refreshing night's sleep on the relatively comfortable mattress of the bunk bed.

After breakfast, Marcia inspected the Amazon plane, while the former owner of the craft, gave her some instructions in flying it, which Marcia rapidly mastered.

Inspecting the plane, Marcia discovered that Wonder Woman kept her Navy uniform, a military handbag containing her identification papers, and Diana Prince's ugly black spectacles, there. The discovery gave the resourceful Nazi another idea. Before proceeding further, she tied the lasso around Wonder Woman's waist and made her lie on the ground. Then she dragged the helpless crimefighter to the edge the near-by cliff, high above a swiftly flowing white water rapids. She even pushed the shrieking Amazon over the edge. Dangling in mid-air, Diana was certain Marcia meant to kill her, and shrieked hysterically. However, Marcia with the strength of Girdle at her command, easily pulled her back up, a little ways from where she went over. Then she nicked Diana's arm with the butcher knife, and stained the Naval Uniform jacket with the blood. She left the jacket, the hand bag, and the black-rimmed glasses lying scattered, nearby.

Several days later, a search party seeking the Nazi fugitive, came upon the scene and discovered the grisly relics. An expert in the rather primitive forensic science of the day, confirmed that apparently a body, of approximately Diana Prince's height and weight, was dragged from the cabin to the cliff edge, and likely thrown into the rapids below. There was also confirmation that the blood stains were the same blood group as that of Lt. Prince. Further evidence was found inside the cabin, indicating that it had been stocked as an emergency Nazi espionage site, and recently used. It also appeared likely that a prisoner was kept briefly in the cell beneath the floor. Lt Prince was listed as MIA. She was issued a commendation that was thought to be posthumous, commending her apparent misplaced zeal, in trying to apprehend the fugitive on her own, resulting in a tragic outcome. At the end of the war, Lt. Prince's personal files were sent to storage in a government warehouse, and never seen again. Diana was sorely missed, but eventually forgotten by her Mother,the Queen and her Amazon sisters, as well as several Washington co-workers.

Back at the cabin, Marcia dressed Wonder Woman in some of the men's clothing, stored there, early in the War before her capture.First were rough, baggy work pants. Next, a loose work shirt, after first binding Wonder Woman's enormous bosom tightly to her chest. Her hair was similarly bound in a bun, and concealed under a ragged cloth cap. A large bandana around her neck, could be pulled up, to mask her beautiful feminine face. Marcia had learned in the interrogation, that Wonder Woman possessed some ventriloquism skills, and could imitate a male voice.

Marcia also handed the captive a German Army MP-40 Machine Pistol, with an empty magazine. "You'll need this." She snapped cryptically. "No ammunition though. You'll just have to take your chances. Since I confiscated your bracelets, don't try to deflect bullets with your wrists."

Wonder Woman gulped nervously at the implications, as they returned to the plane. In the plane, Marcia continued.

"Okay here's what we're going to do. I'll fly the plane and hover, invisibly, over the entrance to a bank. You'll climb down the rope ladder, with your mask on, and your sub machine gun, hold up the bank, and bring me all the money." . "B-but that's a crime."

"Yeah, so what. I already served two years for being a German patriot. Hey, America owes me. Anyway, it's only a crime if you get caught. Don't get caught! We'll be just like those American robbers, Bonnie and Clyde."

Wonder Woman didn't point out what happened to Bonnie and Clyde, knowing that would earn her another bitch slap.

At two minutes after 9:00 A.M.,weeping silently, behind her mask, America's most famous and daring crimefighter, compelled to obey Marcia's command, climbed down the ladder, and boldly held up the bank. She swiftly clambered back up into the plane with a laundry sack full of cash. She was sweating profusely, and trembling and whimpering in fear. Absolutely fearless until yesterday, Marcia had virtually gutted the heroic crusader of all her amazonian courage.

"On to the next one!" Marcia chortled greedily. "Boy! This is really fun!"

"An-another one?" The terrified Wonder Woman quavered.

"Of course, another one. Stupid! I'm going to need lots of cash for my plans."

Starting at 9:00 A. M. opening hour for most banks, and flying rapidly from bank to bank, often at widely separated locations, the amateur robbers, hit enough banks by lunch time, for Marcia to accumulate cash with a value in 2022 dollars, of more than 50 million. By that time, Wonder Woman was lying on the floor of the plane sobbing hysterically, and babbling incoherently.

Marcia shook her head in disgust. "Get a grip on yourself, Moron! You're making a disgusting spectacle of yourself. It's getting on my nerves. Your adoring fans should see you now. Did you wet your pants at that last bank?"

Marcia thought for a few moments and then announced:

"Oh well! I suppose you're done for the day. Well that's not a bad mornings haul. We can always come back for more, when I need it." Marcia immediately headed the plane toward a South American country, where she had contacts, sympathetic to the Nazi cause.

In South America, with plentiful American dollars for bribes, Marcia was able to swiftly acquire a small Estancia on a remote site in the Pampas. She also obtained identity papers for herself, and her maid, called Diana Smith.

Marcia hired other servants to serve her new home, but she was was always personally served by her own very submissive lady's maid, Dee, a gorgeously beautiful, raven haired woman with a fabulous figure, emphasized, by short peasant skirt and low cut blouse both too small and tight for her big body. The occasional visitor was immediately struck by the maid's tragic tear-stained, blue eyes. On occasion, Marcia dressed her maid up in a cheap replica of the uniform once worn by the famous superheroine, called Wonder Woman, who had, so mysteriously, disappeared from the public eye. Diana was then pimped out to Marcia's special friends in the government, who were useful to Senora Vargas, as Marcia was now known.

Diana hated those assignments which required her to act as stern disciplinarian, and punish the clients for being 'naughty'. On the other hand, she rather enjoyed acting as a helpless damsel in distress, and sexually satisfying the client. Unfortunately, there seemed to be many more of the former than the latter.

The End.

Postscript: In 1971, Marcia, or Senora Vargas, died suddenly, at the age of 66, of a heart attack, probably induced by overindulgence. Her maid, Fraulein Smith was suddenly, freed from all of Marcia's commands. Dazed, and only half-sane by then, she reacted by instinct. She gathered together all of her own Amazon artifacts, including Hera's Girdle which Marcia had grown too corpulent to wear often. Then Princess Diana, hardly knowing what she was doing returned to her home on Paradise Island, by means of the "Invisible" aircraft. At home, she babbled out a more-or-less coherent account of her ordeal, before collapsing. After several years of treatment by skilled Amazon healers, both physical and mental, the Princess was restored to health and full sanity. In 1977, she returned to the United States. She assumed the identity of Diana Prince, niece and namesake of the World War II, Allied heroine thought long dead. Under that name, she became an agent for the I.A.D.C. Shortly afterward, Wonder Woman reappeared on the scene, and resumed her crimefighting career.