Ilsa, Queen of Debauchery
The following story borrows Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl from D.C. Comics, and Ilsa from the cult exploitation film "Ilsa, She-Wolf of the S.S."
Diana Prince waited outside the room while the guard eyed her lecherously. Diana did not like to be looked at that way—especially by a woman. It didn't help that this woman had very hard eyes, a cruel, sneering mouth, and about as much femininity as Humphrey Bogart.
"332," a stern voice barked from within the room, and Diana went in. Hardly a propitious beginning, she told herself. She intended to destroy these white slavers. She intended to determine if her sister was imprisoned here. And what progress had she made? She was now "332," and naked, and about to undergo who could say what sort of barbarity.
But it was all right. She had thought the best strategy was to infiltrate the camp as a prisoner. It's just this was so degrading!
Ilsa sat at a desk, flanked by two German soldiers. She was the commandant of Camp Nine, and wore a white doctor's coat. Behind her, a huge swastika covered the wall.
Diana walked up to the desk and stood before it, clutching her balled up clothes in front of her in an attempt to cover her breasts and her groin. The guard remained in the doorway. Unbeknownst to Diana, she was at that very moment eyeing her gorgeous, naked posterior.
She tried to keep her eyes placid-looking as she sized up the commandant.
Ilsa looked her over. Her eyes narrowed instantly. "Do not cover yourself," she said. "We must see you in your entirety, so we may know what work to assign you."
Diana didn't move the clothes. "I am shy, fraulein doctor," she said, feigning meekness.
"We are doctors. There is no reason to be embarrassed."
She lowered the clothes, revealing a breathtaking body. Vast and beautiful breasts, an athlete's physique, and, between her legs, a very pretty triangle of dark hair.
"Very good," Ilsa said, her eyes bright with pleasure.
"Fraulein doctor, what work do the women do?"
Diana read on Ilsa's face an undeniable displeasure at her inquisitiveness, but the commandant retained her facade of courtesy. "They are retrained," she said, "to serve the soldiers of the Third Reich."
"And me?" Diana asked.
"You will serve in a different way. You will help the cause of medical research, and thereby save thousands of lives."
"I see."
"What is your name?" Ilsa asked, smiling coldly.
"Deanna Price."
"Deanna Price." Ilsa nodded thoughtfully. "I shall not forget it."
Ilsa and Dr. Orloff entered a large room where Wonder Woman's sister lay on a table in restraints. Wonder Girl turned toward her as much as the restraints permitted and glowered.
"Ahh…Blunder Girl," Ilsa taunted in sickly sweet honeyed tones. "I have good news!"
Wonder Girl knew well that when the commandant smiled in that Grinchlike way, nothing good was afoot. However, the forlorn and weakened superheroine's throat, raw from all the screaming she had done the previous night, was not inclined towards speech. And so she merely glowered.
"You're saved, my dear! Your sister is here to rescue you!"
Apprehension filled the teenager's eyes. "Di…"
"Deanna."
"Deanna?"
"Deanna Price. Perhaps I've made a mistake? She was awfully clever, but I do believe it is Wonder Woman."
"She will kill you," Wonder Girl rasped nastily.
"Oh, do not fear. We will extend all due courtesy to her. It is quite a privilege to have so great a hero among us. Anyway, I am telling you this so that you will take heart. Soon your unhappiness will be at an end. Perhaps today's session will be our last."
Wonder Girl lay spreadeagled and nude on the table. She was sixteen, and of course greatly resembled her sister, with the most obvious difference being the ten years which separated them in age. Her features were softer and fuller, and her complexion glowed with the rosy and angelic luster of a teenage metabolism. Wonder Woman was taller and somewhat thinner, whereas baby fat still lingered on Wonder Girl's rounder cheeks.
"I think the poor girl is looking a tad thin," Dr. Orloff said. "We should not want to be criticized for mistreating our patients here at Camp Nine."
"She looks perfectly all right to me, Dr. Orloff. I don't much care for your tone."
"Now, now, Commandant—you should know that I was just teasing you. In any case, I simply am recommending that we alter and supplement Wonder Girl's diet. In fact, I have it all right here."
Sometimes Wonder Girl could not say what was worse—the physical or the psychological torture she faced. These games nearly drove her insane!
Orloff wheeled what appeared to be a gigantic vacuum cleaner up to the table. "We will feed her with this," he said. "But first, an innoculation."
"What for?" Ilsa asked.
"It lends an almost limitless elasticity to the body. I believe that a considerable amount of ingestion is necessary. Without this drug there might be complications." He filled a syringe with the drug and injected Wonder Girl in the neck. Smiling, he spoke to the superheroine gently. "This also contains a mild sedative, my dear, but don't worry. I think its effects will improve your spirits."
The drug's effects were swift. The fear in Wonder Girl's eyes melted into glassy stupidity.
Orloff's assistants lifted the hose of the strange machine. The hose terminated at a mouthpiece, which they fitted over Wonder Girl's mouth.
He glanced toward Ilsa and grinned. "You're going to love this," he said. Orloff leaned down and threw a switch. The machine came to whirring life. Ilsa's lovely brows climbed as she observed a beige mush enter the tube. With great speed the entire hose was beige with it and the food poured into Wonder Girl's mouth.
"Don't worry," Orloff said. "She won't choke on it. The shot I gave her relaxes her gullet considerably. She will swallow it all quite easily and automatically."
The mush was exiting the hose with amazing swiftness and an astounding amount was pouring into her body. A moment before, Wonder Girl had had a washboard stomach, but no more. She was quickly developing a belly. Ilsa touched her and could feel it fill and distend as it swelled and swelled. Wonder Girl had quite a fat stomach now.
Orloff undid her restraints. The fattening teen bent her legs and slid her bare feet up the table. Ilsa saw that the girl's ass was growing too.
As Wonder Girl swallowed and swallowed, cheeks which heretofore only had a small amount of baby fat swelled into a fatter condition. Her chin fattened into chins. Her neck expanded.
Wonder Girl's stomach was a mountain. Her legs had become massive. Even her breasts had grown larger. Arms which had been all muscle were huge with fat.
Orloff smiled and lifted one of Wonder Girl's hands to show Ilsa. The pretty hand was now fat with thick, stubby fingers.
He and Ilsa exchanged looks of perverse glee. Then he turned to his assistant, who crouched beside the machine. "Turn it off quickly, or she'll blow up!"
The assistant turned it off. Orloff detached the mouthpiece from Wonder Girl's mouth. The superheroine panted. Her lips were messy with mush. Some ran down her chin. Her eyes were glazed over with dopey bliss.
"And what use," Ilsa asked, a smile in her voice, "to the Third Reich is such a disgusting blimp?"
Wonder Girl filled the table. She was positively unrecognizable. She weighed well over three hundred pounds.
"She does not please you, Commandant? I can just as easily suck it all out."
"No, no," Ilsa replied, caressing the obese girl, running her hand gently over Wonder Girl's enormous stomach and softly squeezing a massive thigh. "No, I think she may be of use to us like this."
That night, Diana snuck out of the barracks, where her fellow prisoners slept. It was a terribly melancholy place, full of scarred, maimed, and half-crazy women. Not all of the prisoners were in such bad shape, for some, like her, were recent arrivals. But there was no longer any doubt in Diana's mind concerning Camp Nine. It wasn't a medical facility. It was a concentration camp!
As she tiptoed silently around the quiet building, her gaze swept over the camp. There were lots of guards around, but otherwise it appeared that all operations and activities had ceased for the night. She could not know that at that very moment Ilsa was entertaining two very intoxicated dignitaries who were visiting the camp. By day, the commandant was a glacier of cruelty, deftly and coolly devoted to her diabolical "research." By night, she was quite a different animal, demonstrating an inexhaustible capacity for revelry. She was a raging nymphomaniac.
Rousing music from a gramophone filled the room. A roaring fire blazed from the grate, throwing a magical luminescence on Ilsa and the muscular Arian as she undulated and bucked on top of him. Ilsa rolled her hips and clutched her lover's flanks as she impaled herself on his cock and fucked him with vigor. Her face was contorted with lust. Her massive, balloonlike breasts bounced before his face, which was ablaze with hunger and delight. As they enjoyed each other on the carpet before the fireplace, the other dignitary guzzled expensive, stolen liquor from a bottle and did a spirited, albeit clumsy, jig.
There was no one around. Diana felt confident that she was not being observed. Stretching out her arms to their full length, she went into her transformative spin. A crimson explosion engulfed her momentarily, and Diana Prince became Wonder Woman. A surge of confidence swelled inside her, and increased vigilance focussed her mind.
The guard never heard her behind him. All he knew was that someone had suddenly grabbed and yanked him with lightning speed from his post. Before he had a chance to struggle, Wonder Woman had encircled his shoulders with her magic lasso.
"Be still," she commanded.
His will left him and he froze, hers to command. Nevertheless, part of him was wonderfully excited to be in the presence of such a gorgeous and scantily clad heroine.
"Is Wonder Girl here at Camp Nine?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied robotically.
"Where is she?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but at that very moment a shot rang out. The guard staggered against her. As he grunted painfully, blood spurted from his lips. Then he collapsed.
Dr. Orloff and a team of guards stood at the mouth of the passage. They all had their guns out, but it was Orloff's pistol which smoked. His eyes burned with the sadistic joy of having just killed someone.
"Wonder Woman," he said, "if you wanted to know about your sister, all you had to do was ask."
Wonder Woman lay supine on the floor. Her head was engulfed in a porcelain prison—a toilet. She was naked. Orloff had given her a shot, and her mind was cloudy from the drug. Wires were attached to her by little suction cups. There were cups attached to her cheeks, her throat, her stomach, and her groin.
An enormous Nazi entered the lavatory. Having just come from a generous repast, he was eager to relieve himself.
She heard him open his trousers and take them down. His vast, hairy ass descended, like an eclipse, and everything went dark.
A strange electricity flowed through the wires into her face, issuing a command, and her mouth opened wide.
He farted. The noise was horrible and disgusting. A huge log of shit dropped into her mouth. It tasted positively vile. She wanted to spit it out and vomit, but the electricity came again. Wonder Woman closed her mouth around the warm stool and chewed. Her teeth sank into the shit as she slowly masticated. It caked on her tongue and stuck to her teeth, and she sucked it down her throat. The odor was overpowering, and to be eating shit rocked her entire being. She trembled. She could not make her stomach turn over and reject the shit. Electricity pulsed through the wire attached to her stomach, cancelling all possibility for vomitting. The wire to her face opened her mouth again and he farted again.
Another vast log of shit dropped into her mouth, and the wire to her groin came alive. As her mouth filled with shit, and again the horrible taste and odor bombarded her senses beyond anything she had ever known, her pussy grew moist and began to tingle with warmth.
There was too much for her to hold in her mouth at one time. Shit spilled from her lips as more turds dropped onto her face. She closed her mouth and chewed. She had to. The electricity from the wires forced her to chew and swallow, forced her stomach to welcome the shit, and was causing her to become aroused.
Piss rained down onto her face as she busily ate. She could not drink the piss because she was busy eating shit.
"Is there no paper?" the man asked.
"Stand up," Ilsa said. "Here's some paper."
He rose. Ilsa stood over the bowl and looked in. She saw Wonder Woman. The superheroine's face was brown with shit. Wonder Woman gasped repeatedly. She was out of breath and utterly crazy. Her lips, teeth, and tongue were brown with shit.
"How was the shit and the piss, Wonder Woman? Was it good?"
"Yes, Commandant," she answered in a strange voice. "Very good."
"Would you like some more?" Ilsa asked.
And immediately her answer came. "Oh, yes, Commandant, please! Please let me have some more!"
Ilsa smiled down at the eager shiteater. "Since you said please." She clapped her hands like a sultan. "Who is next?"
A grinning guard pushed an obese girl in a wheelchair into the room. It was Wonder Girl, whose eyes still wore an expression of glassy stupidity.
Wonder Woman, from her porcelain prison, her head engulfed in the insane waste helmet, heard them heave the gigantic woman to her feet. Her mouth watered. More shit! Excellent! Yes—bring on the shit!
Before the eclipse, Ilsa had one last look at the shit-eating superheroine. "Are you ready, liebchen?"
"Quick!" Wonder Woman said. "Do not delay! I am hungry!" Her eyes glimmered with madness.
The fat girl sat down.
No current entered the wires. She opened her mouth of her own accord, and her wet cunt quivered wantonly. Eating shit turned her on immensely.
Wonder Girl farted like a moist and obscene thunderclap. A massive, thick log of dung exited her ass. It dropped into Wonder Woman's open mouth, filling it instantly, but still the shit came, covering her face with warm moistness.
How delicious the shit is! She felt as though she was full of shit. She felt like a great bag of shit. And, indeed, her belly was distended, full of warm shit.
Ilsa lovingly stroked Wonder Woman's bulging belly. Yes, yes, she will make the slut obese with shit. She will be enormous.
Wonder Girl farted again, and more shit rained down, and Wonder Woman ate it. She closed her lips around the soft log and sucked it down as her mouth filled again. She chewed, gradually emptying her mouth. The shit oozed down her throat and filled her stomach.
"What a beautiful, fat tummy you're getting," Ilsa said.
Wonder Girl finished defecating. The Nazis helped her up and helped her back to her wheelchair.
Ilsa stood looking down into the bowl. A happy, brown face greeted her. A deliriously happy face. Wonder Woman licked her lips and giggled maniacally.
"You are pleased, Wonder Woman?"
"Very pleased! Thank you, Commandant! It is good!"
"What a lovely little shithead you are. But you need a little help to wash it all down I think.." She turned toward her companions. "Who among you has had a lot to drink? A thirsty shiteater requires refreshment."
A man stepped forward. "My bladder is screaming, Commandant. Let me piss on her."
Wonder Woman heard him opening his trousers. No eclipse this time, no ass in close proximity, no lid of flesh for her world.
His flaccid cock dangled over the bowl.
"Drink, shithead, drink!"
A mighty stream of urine poured down from the Nazi's penis. It washed over her face, rinsing away some of the shit. Wonder Woman closed her eyes. The piss irritated them.
"Stop it," Ilsa said. "Piss in her mouth."
He complied, and a steady stream of warm piss poured into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, gulping down the warm, bitter beverage voraciously, as more and more crashed down. Piss splattered onto her tongue and she groaned blissfully.
After he finished, they carefully extracted Wonder Woman from the toilet, and she sprawled on the floor, giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, no…" she moaned. "Oh, no…"
Piss erupted from her groin. A puddle of urine spread beneath her. As Wonder Woman laughed, she farted and started defecating.
"Oh, you filthy thing," Ilsa laughed. "On your knees, slut!"
The superheroine got up onto her hands and knees, and Ilsa watched her upturned ass as a long log of shit oozed out of her crack. Turds dropped onto the floor, and Wonder Woman turned and scooped them up and ate her own shit, groaning and giggling, supremely happy as only the insane can be.
Ilsa laughed and shook her head. "Only at Camp Nine do you see this, comrades. We should be very proud." The End