Wonder Woman – The Countess Strikes!
Part 2
WARNING: The following story contains scenes of strong and/or nonconsensual sex. If such topics offend or upset you, do not read any further.
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The Countess Greta Orlaph smiled. She had just seen the Allied heroine Wonder Woman taken by two of her German studs; she had the heroine on a leash, following the Countess as her mind still reeled with pleasure; and the Amazon’s humiliation and re-training was being filmed, for the pleasure of the Nazi forces.
Speaking of which…
“You know, Vunder Voman,” the Countess said, “one of zhe most common male fantasies is to see tvo of more vomen together. Und I zhink you should not disappoint zhe troops, ja? You know zhat zhe Japanese are our allies in zhis war?”
Wonder Woman looked up, surveying the room. Standing in the center of the room was a tall Japanese woman, thin but muscular. She was naked, except for the swastika armband on her left arm, and several long red ropes draped around her right arm. One either side of her were two more female German women, both naked except for similar armbands, both beautiful. The room was bare, except for several loops around the room. And, as with every other room she’d been in since being captured, a man stood in the room with a movie camera.
“Zhe Japanese have very many useful skills,” the Countess continued. “Zhey are formidable fighters, brilliant mathematicians – and surprisingly good with knots. Kiho, please demonstrate on our guest.”
The woman called Kiho went to Wonder Woman, pulled her to a standing position, and began wrapping the rope around the heroine’s arms. Wonder Woman tried to resist, but the Countess held her wrists together. Kiho had the rope – it was only one rope, Wonder Woman realized – around the captive’s arms quicker than Diana could follow, then began looping the rope around her waist and legs. While the oriental woman manipulated the rope, the two German women moved the ends of the rope to two loops on either side of the room.
“Vunderbar!” exclaimed the Countess. The ropes were wrapped around Wonder Woman’s arms, legs, and stomach, holding her spread-eagled about three feet above the floor. Wonder Woman struggled with her bonds, but except for moving her hands and feet she was immobile.
“Und now,” declared the Countess, “zomehting for our troops.” Kiho knelt down in front of Wonder Woman’s crotch and slowly caressed the heroine’s thighs. Wonder Woman tried to move away from the pleasing fingers, but the woman’s roping left no leeway to twist away. “Hera give me strength!” thought Wonder Woman, as she felt Kiho’s breath on her vagina. A moment later the Japanese woman’s tongue began to slowly lap at Wonder Woman’s pussy, filling the bound beauty with pleasure.
“Zo, you like?” asked the Countess. “Zhen you shall have more. Ladies!” She snapped her fingers and the women on either side moved to Diana’s hands. As Diana tried to ignore the waves of pleasure from Kiho’s tongue on her body, she felt the two women slowly licking her fingers. And now they felt warm…
Wonder Woman looked to either side in disbelief: These women were putting her fingers inside them! Wonder Woman tried to pull them out, but the Nazis grabbed a wrist with one hand, her fingers with the other. With a strong grip they were pushing Diana’s digits into their pussies, and Wonder Woman felt a strong warmth, a feeling of power in her helplessness as she was giving these women pleasure. Adding to the sensations, Kiho now had her mouth clamped down between Wonder Woman’s legs; her tongue deep inside her, pushing against Diana’s clitoris. The Amazon pushed harder with her hands, tried to push up against the mouth sucking her, she was losing control…
“Stop!” barked the Countess. The three women backed off at once, leaving Wonder Woman hanging. She should have been grateful for the pause, but all Wonder Woman felt was lust, the need to be fulfilled. “You two, go loosen her a little.” The two blonde women went to the hooks and loosened the ropes, lowering Wonder Woman about a foot off the floor. Kiho lightly caressed Wonder Woman’s quivering vagina, keeping the Amazon distracted and on the verge of a climax.
“Und now, my dear, you vill do as I command,” the Countess ordered. “Girls!” The two Germans flipped Wonder Woman over; her legs were held apart by Kiho, but her arms crossed themselves in front of her. “Now, Vunder Voman, I vant you to suck on my fingers, as my servant.” And the beautiful German leader placed a finger lightly on her captive’s lips.
Wonder Woman was full of desire – but she could not let the Countess command her. “Never!” she responded, as haughtily as she could.
“’Never’ is zuch a strong vord,” replied the Countess, stepping away. A moment later she appeared, placing the index finger of her right hand on Diana’s mouth; her left arm stretched behind Wonder Woman, out of sight. “Now, my slave: Suck!
“Nev—“ Wonder Woman said, cut off by a sharp crack on her left buttock. Her body tried to move away, but the ropes left her no room to move. “I believe you Americans call zhis a riding crop,” wondered the Countess, showing her long leather crop to Wonder Woman. “It is used to tame horses, by punishing them when zhey do not behave.” The Countess raised her arm, and THRAP! A strong blow landed on Wonder Woman’s right buttock. THRAP! THRAP! THRAP! Came blow after blow, and Wonder Woman struggled against her bonds. After several minutes the Countess stopped; Wonder Woman’s body was ablaze; and the pain was mixing with the pleasure the women had been giving her. The heroine had no idea what her body felt.
“Now: Suck!” repeated the Countess, sticking her fingers in Wonder Woman’s mouth. Wonder Woman’s body reacted instinctively, sucking on the fingers in the hopes that would give her some pleasure. Before she could resist the feelings, THRAP! Down came the crop again. As Wonder Woman’s buttocks jerked in the air, Kiho’s tongue immediately began entering her again, causing the pain and pleasure to merge into one. As Kiho continued working Diana’s clitoris, the Countess continued swishing the crop against Diana’s bottom, letting the Amazon feel nothing but pleasure. The pleasure was so intense that Wonder Woman barely noticed when the other women once again put Diana’s fingers inside them, and the her mind was lost in pure sensation. The leather against her ass, the women using her to finger-fuck themselves, the gorgeous woman caressing her pussy, all drove Wonder Woman until she was groaning behind the Countess’s fingers and her body virtually exploded with an orgasm she could not control.
“Aaaahhh…” sighed the Countess. “You are learning obedience.”
Wonder Woman’s mind was still awash in pleasure, but she knew to give in to the Countess… “No… I can’t…. I won’t…” she answered haltingly.
“Actually, you vill. But no matter. Truth be told,” confided the Countess, “I take great pleasure in your resistance. It vill make your eventual surrender zhat much… sveeter.”
Kiho undid the rope, then quickly bound Wonder Woman’s arms tightly behind her back. “Take her to a cell,” the Countess ordered. “My beautiful captive is to have food, vater, a shower and a toilet. And a bed. I vant her to look good for the cameras, after all.” Wonder Woman blushed, knowing that everything the Countess did would be shown to her side; probably to my side as well, she realized. “Und keep two guards on her cell at all times. I do not vant her escaping. I have plans for her…”
The Countess’ laughter followed Wonder Woman down the hallway to her cell.
The evening went quickly for Wonder Woman. She examined every inch of her cell, but there was nothing she could use to escape. And without her magic belt, her strength was not nearly enough to bend open the bars or smash through the wall. (She still wore her tiara, bracelets, bustier, shorts, and boots; none of which had anything to help her escape.) Two guards were always outside her cell – evidently the Countess wasn’t about to leave her unattended – so even if she could pick the lock, they were waiting to stop her. And while Wonder Woman tried to rebuild her willpower and calm her body, the Countess had shown an incredible ability to use pleasure against Wonder Woman.
The next morning, two guards brought Wonder Woman into the bare room again. The Countess was waiting, along with the omnipresent cameraman. She almost gasped, though, seeing who else was there: Steve Trevor! He was standing naked in the center of the room, naked except for a black leather collar; his hands were up by his neck, so Wonder Woman presumed that his wrists were somehow bound to this collar. He also had a thick ballgag in his mouth. Two male Nazi guards stood on either side of Steve, preventing any opportunity for escape.
“Vell, Vunder Voman, I hope you have had a good rest,” commented the Countess, “because you are going to need it. Your friend, Colonel Trevor, has been under near-constant… supervision from my female agents, und yet he remains quite concerned about you. I have told you zhat if you vere good you could have him, und you have been very, very good. Zhe films you have made vill keep our troops entertained for some time.” Wonder Woman’s face reddened, remembering that all of her sexual experiences caused by the Countess would be seen by millions. “Zho, I vill let you pleasure him.
“But first,” the beautiful villain continued, “I vant you to remove your costume. Ve have enough footage of you for everyone to know zhat it is zhe real Vunder Voman who is performing for us.”
Wonder Woman hesitated, then realized that she had to play along. She leaned over, pushing her boots down until they were at her ankles, then stepped out of them. Legs bare, she looked up. Diana suppressed a smile to see that Steve Trevor was becoming aroused watching her, his cock growing. She wondered, though, why the two leering guards were also undressing. “What does the Countess have in store for me now?” she wondered. Very quickly the two men were naked, wearing only the armbands showing their allegiance.
Wonder Woman continued to strip, putting her fingers under her bustier and lifting it quickly over her head. The two guards were making comments to each other in German, fondling themselves as they watched the Amazon warrior nearly naked. Knowing the Countess would strip her if she refused, Wonder Woman pulled her blue star-spangled panties down, exposing her vagina to the three staring men.
“Let’s not forget your armbands and tiara, Vunder Voman!” ordered the Countess.
Helpless, Wonder Woman removed the last items she could have used as any sort of weapon or tool for escape. When these items were off, the Countess walked to them and scooped the clothes and items in her arms. “Perfect,” she said, “zome trophies for me. As for you, my Vunder Voman–“ a swift, sweeping kick from the Countess to the back of Wonder Woman’s legs sent the superhero onto her knees – “I have a little game for you.”
The three men walked to Wonder Woman. As they did, Wonder Woman suddenly saw nothing but blackness. The Countess had blindfolded her! All Wonder Woman could hear was the shuffle of feet around her and the instructions of the Countess.”
“You vill pleasure all of zhese men,” the Countess explained, “one vith your mouth, two vith your hands. You vill alternate vhich one you suck every time you feel my lash on your bottom.” The foolsteps continued around Wonder Woman, leaving her no idea where Steve was anymore. “Und of course, you must have all three men come in your mouth, or your precious Colonel will be punished most zheverely. BEGIN!”
Wonder Woman reached forward blindly, feeling a man’s chest in front of her. She moved her hand down, finding the person’s cock. She leaned forward, touching the tip of the unseen penis with her lips. She heard footsteps on either side of her and she stretched her arms, touching the men. As her hands found the two waiting cocks, she took more of the penis into her mouth. Sucking the man in front of her, Diana’s fingers circled the other men’s cocks. As she tightened her fists on the two other men, she began moving her head up and down, holding the cock firm between her lips. Her tongue was caressing the man’s prick – she hoped it was Steve, it tasted so good – and she was stroking the two other men…
THWACK! “Change!” commanded the Countess. Wonder Woman opened her mouth, quickly stuffing the cock that had been to her left into her mouth. Her hands switched, and she could tell the man she had been blowing because his cock was moist from her spittle. She once again began sucking the new man, trying to imagine that this was Steve instead of the last man, and she stroked the others.
The sharp blow made her alternate men again, quicker this time, and Wonder Woman lost the fantasy that the only man enjoying her mouth was Steve. She grabbed and sucked again, and now the men were grunting above her. She could feel the cocks beginning to quiver, as she sucked and fondled the men. She knew all three of them were watching her service them; even Steve must be enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees, pleasuring three men at once. The Countess was whacking Wonder Woman’s buttocks quicker, until Wonder Woman could scarcely remember which man she had just pleasured.
The men were groaning above her now, and as Wonder Woman stroked and sucked harder, the man inside her mouth exploded, his come gushing out over her tongue. “Swallow!” shouted the Countess, and Diana obeyed, gulping down his salty discharge while her tongue continued to caress his cock, making it twitch as it continued releasing. THWACK! Wonder Woman quickly moved to the next one, his cock exploding in her mouth almost as quickly as she took him in. As she pulled on this man’s penis with her tongue, she felt the third man’s cock twitching in her hand, and she almost jumped over, her mouth reaching him just as his semen shot forth onto her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, rubbing the head of his penis as the thick fluid shot out onto her lips, her face.
Applause came from someone behind her. “Very good, my Vunder Voman,” the Countess said. “You brought all three of my men off quite vell.”
”Three?” wondered Diana. Her wondering was quickly answered, as the Countess ripped off her blindfold. Steve Trevor was standing fifteen feet away from her! The Amazon looked around, seeing the two guards from before and a new man. “Noo!!!!” Wonder Woman screamed, forgetting any self control.
“Ah, zhat’s right,” commented the Countess with feigned innocence, “I did promise you your Cololek, ja? Vell, perhaps next time. But just look at zhe state your mouth has left him in…” She reached down, fondling him as Wonder Woman, stared. “Perhaps you can help me vith him.”
As the Countess began undressing, one of the guards walked over to Wonder Woman, carrying what looked like a leather number eight. He put his hand on the heroine’s back, pushing her down to her hand and knees. “Move and you and your man will be punished,” he warned. He then fastened one of the two loops around her neck, leaving the other pointing up in the air.
“Und now, velcome your Colonel!” the Countess told Diana. A moment later, she felt a warm body pressed against her back and her arms trembled with the extra weight. Wonder Woman felt the Countess’ hands reach down, fastening the other loop of the collar around Steve’s neck, keeping his head pressed against her own. Suddenly the weight on her doubled, the body on her back shuddered, and Wonder Woman knew her man had been mounted by her enemy.
“Uhh, he feels zhooooo good,” taunted the Countess, beginning to rock herself back and forth on her prisoners. “I can see your arms trembling, Vunder Voman,” she said between sighs, “If you let us fall, I promise zhe Colonel – nhhhhh – zhe Colonel vill be severely punished.”
Wonder Woman tried to enjoy the feel of Steve Trevor’s skin against her body, but the Countess was working him hard, and jealousy surged through the heroine as she heard Steve grunting with pleasure. She tried pushing up against him, trying to rub her buttocks up against Steve Trevor; her arms and legs were strained to their limit, however, and it was all she could do to keep from falling.
The Countess was moving faster, and Wonder Woman felt Steve’s bottom lifting off of her, pushing up into the Coutness. Sweat was pouring down Diana’s body and she strained just to remain upright. She tried imagining that it was her making love to the Colonel; all she could picture though were the two above them, using them as a bed as they fucked on her back. Wonder Woman moaned, with fatigue and lust, as she felt Steve moan loudly and thrust one final time, as the Countess howled in orgasm, her legs wrapping around Wonder Woman’s waist as she held Steve Trevor close inside her.
The Countess stepped off her man, lightening the burden on Diana’s back. “Vell, you do quite nicely for a bed, my heroine. But for mow, he vill remain distant from you.” Unseen hands removed Steve Trevor. Wonder Woman tried to look up, but the Countess held her face down towards the floor. “Until you learn obedience!” she finished, running a finger down Wonder Woman’s back.
“I think,” the Countess mused out loud, “zhat you should show more enthusiasm in our activities, Vunder Voman.”
“You must be insane!” Diana answered. “You kidnap me, strip me of my clothes, make me… perform in front of cameras – and you expect me to be enthusiasm? I think your ideas about a ‘Master Race’ have warped your mind.”
“Such a negative view,” countered the Countess. “You have forgotten how well I haff come to know your body. You vill participate – und in front of my cameras. Come!” The Countess strutted down the hall, while a guard pulled Wonder Woman, following.
This newest room had several guards, a Nazi taking movie pictures, and a square platform about two feet by three feet. Dominating the room, though, was a large statue. This was an ebony statue, about seven feet high, of an incredibly muscular man. The figure had its hands on its hips, a look of triumph on its face, and a huge cock pointing straight out. It stood, proudly, right behind the platform.
“You like?” asked the Countess, draping a banner with the Nazi symbol over its shoulder, stretching across its chest. “I had the cock designed specifically – anatomically correct, curved precisely, and large enough to please even a Vunder Voman.”
Wonder Woman stared, disbelieving. “And you expect me to… make love to that thing? You are truly deluded.”
“As are you, if you think you can resist me,” the Countess answered back. “As I said, I have full knowledge of your body. Guards!” The two men grabbed Wonder Woman’s arms and legs, placing her on all fours on the platform. While the guards snapped restraints on the Amazon’s wrists and ankles, the Countess began caressing Wonder Woman’s buttocks. Diana slowly relaxed, feeling the pleasure easing from her buttocks to the rest of her body. The Countess then grabbed her ass and pulled back, forcing Wonder Woman’s pussy around the cock. Wonder Woman gasped, filled by the mammoth appendage.
“As you can see,” teased the Countess, “zhe cock is quite pleasurable. Of course, zhe statue cannot move. For you to enjoy it, you vill have to move along its shaft. Come, Vunder Voman, show us all how much you vant to be fucked by zhis symbol of Germany.”
Wonder Woman struggled, inside and out. Her body wanted to comply, to ride this immobile figure, to feel the cock plunging in and out of her; but she knew that to do so she would be seen to be complying, to be the one moving on the statue. She shook her head, trying to ignore the pleasure inside.
“I thought you might be stubborn,” said the Countess. The villain raised both hands, bringing them down hard on Wonder Woman’s buttocks. The captive’s flesh spasmed with the blow, clenching the statue’s cock, intensifying the pleasure. The Countess spanked her again and again, making Diana’s pussy involuntary clench the metallic cock within her. Soon her body was rubbing back and forth, moving with each blow.
“Very nice,” observed the Countess. Looking up, Wonder Woman realized that her nemesis had stepped away and began removing her clothing, leaving Wonder Woman to slide herself back and forth on the statue. She knew she should resist, but the massive phallus felt so good within her, the head of the cock rubbing against her clitoris, and she began writhing faster on it. Her back arched, she was moaning, slamming herself back against the immobile statue. She was going to climax, she was ready, she---
The Countess grabbed Wonder Woman’s thighs and held her tight against the statue, keeping the pleasure strong but not letting it build. Wonder Woman began to whimper, her body trembling with need. “Of course,” the Countess smoothly spoke, “even such a magnificient cock is no replacement for zhe real thing. Or a woman’s tongue.”
The Countess pulled Wonder Woman off the statue’s cock, causing the heroine to groan with a last moment of pleasure; the guards undid Wonder Woman’s restraints and the Countess rolled Wonder Woman over. Diana’s back was supported by the platform; her head dangled under the statue’s cock, her buttocks and legs hanging down. Before Wonder Woman could move, the Countess straddled the heroine’s face. “Now lick me,” she ordered, “pleasure me. Und you vill be rewarded.”
Her body still charged from riding the statue, Wonder Woman could no naught but comply. She put her tongue out, tasting her nemesis’ wet pussy. The taste and the scent were intoxicating, and Wonder Woman began to lick more.
“Very nice,” the Countess sighed, grabbing Wonder Woman’s hair and holding the superhero’s face deeper in her cunt. As Wonder Woman sucked, she felt two pairs of hands – one female, one male – spreading her legs wide.
“MMMFF!” moaned Wonder Woman as a man’s penis slammed into her. The unseen man began pumping himself in and out of her pussy, and Wonder Woman’s tongue thrust in and out of the Countess in time with the cock. Diana tried to see the man ravishing her, but the Countess gripped her hair tighter, rubbing Wonder Woman’s face against her pussy. The man was riding her harder now, the hands spreading Diana wide for him, and she sucked frantically at the Countess’ pussy, needing to make the German come when she did. Wonder Woman’s hips were bucking against the man, her hands holding the Countess’ thighs, pushing her body to orgasm. The Countess screamed in German and pulled Wonder Woman’s mouth tight against her, the man’s prick exploded wetly into Wonder Woman, and the Amazon came, tasting the Countess and tightening around the man’s pulsing prick. Her muffled moans continued as she writhed against the woman and the man on her, oblivious to all but pleasure.
The man slid out of her, leaving Wonder Woman feeling empty. “You see?” asked the Countess. “I told you zhat if you vere good I vould let you have zhe Colonel.” The Countess stepped aside and Wonder Woman saw Steve Trevor before her, his cock wet with Diana’s come, limp from riding her.
Wonder Woman was stunned. She had imagined how her first time with Steve would be, played tender scenarios and passionate words. And this, to be taken anonymously by him, to be pleasuring her greatest enemy while he rode her…
Wonder Woman’s expression was not lost on the Countess. “Take zhe Colonel for more… interrogation by our vomen. As for zhe Vunder Voman” – she looked down at the stunned prisoner – “I believe she is ready. Bring her to my private room. Und set it on three.”
“Three?” Wonder Woman asked herself, as she was brought to the new room. “What does that mean?”
The Countess stood just outside the doorway, admiring her personal room. This was her den of pleasure and pain, where she kept her various toys and treasures. There were hooks and loops at different heights along the walls. Ball gags, dildos, vibrators, whips, chains, manacles, and other accessories for her sadistic side were carefully arranged throughout the room. Her latest addition was the original Wonder Woman costume, carefully hanging as if the superhero was wearing it, from the boots standing upright to the tiara at the top.
And there was Wonder Woman, on the opposite wall.
Wonder Woman’s wrists were bound in leather manacles, connected by a chain that was hung over a peg in the ceiling, suspending the heroine a foot off the floor. She was writhing, her moans muffled by the ball gag stuffed in her mouth. She was wearing what appeared to be a pair of thick black rubber shorts with a dial on the side. The Amazon was writhing, her pelvis jerking, her eyes wide with pleasure.
“I see zhat zhey have set you up vith my latest toy,” the Countess spoke as she entered the room. As Wonder Woman stared, the villain continued: “Zhat device contains two vibrators, each held in place by zhe rubber and charged by zhe battery pack on zhe side. After a voman has been veering zhat for a time, she becomes so overvhelmed vith lust zhat she is completely obedient. I have never gone higher than three on anyone yet – you should be honored zhat you are zhe first to reach four. Und vhen I leave you in it at a higher setting for a vhile, your vill shall be all mine.”
Wonder Woman glared, her eyes bulging as another orgasm rippled through her body. “Still, I vouldn’t deny you a chance to join me on your own,” the Countess continued, taking a double-sided dildo from the wall of her room, “so I vill give you a final chance: Put this on of your own free vill –“ she held out another of the Nazi armbands – “or hang zhere until you break. Uhnh!” moaned the Countess as she slid one end of the dildo into herself. “Und to show you vhat could be yours…”
The Countess pulled the shorts off Wonder Woman (the heroine groaned, feeling the dildos slide out of her), reached up and easily lifted Wonder Woman off the hook, plunging the Amazon onto the dildo. Wonder Woman moaned, thinking, “When did Greta become so strong?” The thought vanished quickly as the Countess began lifting and dropping Wonder Woman on the strap-on, the villain’s hips thrusting forward to plunge the dildo inside her. Diana shuddered, her legs instinctively wrapping around her.
“You vill be mine!” the Countess screamed, fucking Wonder Woman while standing. Her arms reached around Wonder Woman, squeezing their chests together. Wonder Woman sighed aloud, feeling her nipples stimulated as the Countess began steadily driving the strap-on into her. And yet, how was this possible?
”Her belt!” Wonder Woman realized. “She must be wearing my magic belt underneath!” Before Wonder Woman could act, though, the Countess’ left hand shot forth, grabbing the chains that bound Wonder Woman’s hands. She pulled them behind Wonder Woman, and the Amazon felt her arms stretched back while she kept riding the Countess. Her body was rocked by another orgasm, and her limbs went weak. If only…
The Countess pulled Wonder Woman off, throwing her to the ground. Wonder Woman tried to stand, but the Countess grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. She grabbed Wonder Woman’s hips, and with one thrust the Countess rammed the dildo into Wonder Woman’s pussy. Diana screamed, and while the Countess began fucking her harder the German woman grabbed the magic lasso, wrapping it around Wonder Woman’s neck. “Tell me vhat your body is feeling!” she ordered, yanking the gag out of the Amazon’s mouth.
“I feelt…. Oh Hera!” Wonder Woman cried out, trying to raise herself with her hands. “I feel you inside me…I… I’M COMING!!!” she yelled, her body arching, pressing back into the Countess. “I feel you moving in me… thrusting in me… I feel—“
“OHHHH!!!” moaned Wonder Woman as the Countess thrust a finger into her anus. “I feel you pumping in me…” as the Countess pushed the cock and her fingers in together. “I feel so good…. So full… I want… I want…” The Countess was pushing herself hard, about to come from the strap-on inside her and the sensation, the thrill of having her enemy here, fucked by her, completely at her mercy…
As the Countess climaxed, she pulled Wonder Woman’s hair back, sucking on her neck. Wonder Woman’s body exploded in orgasm, her arms and legs flailing, her mouth wide as her cries continued on, and on, and on…
Suddenly Wonder Woman felt a surge of power. Her foot! When she climaxed, her foot must have pushed under the Countess’ belt, touching the magic belt! Before the Countess could recover from her orgasm, Wonder Woman quickly swung, knocking the German across the room. Before Greta could react, Wonder Woman ran to her and yanked the belt off, putting it around her waist once more. She snapped the chains on her arms, and retrieved the rest of her costume. She was about to go rescue Steve Trevor; but she looked at the Countess…
Wonder Woman grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the wall and snapped them on the Countess’ wrists. She then lifted the cursing German and placed her on the peg where Wonder Woman had hung a few minutes before. She then took the double-dildoed shorts and put them on the Countess, making sure the dildos were in tight. Wonder Woman then wrapped the Countess in her magic lasso.
“Tell me,” commanded Wonder Woman, “where is Steve Trevor?”
“My guards vould have returned him to his cell, directly above us,” the Countess answered.
“And the film? Where is the film you took of me being… used by your men?”
The Countess thought quickly before answering: “Zhe film is in zhe basement, in a metal canister, marked to be sent back to zhe Fatherland…”
“That’s all I needed to know,” Wonder Woman said, stuffing the Nazi armband in the Countess’ mouth. “And as thanks for all of your attentions…” Wonder Woman turned the dial on the shorts up to ten, the highest possible setting. The Countess immediately moaned underneath the makeshift gag, the shorts making her whole body quake against the wall. “Have fun!” Wonder Woman said brightly, running out the door.
With her powers back, Wonder Woman had no problem rescuing Steve Trevor from his guards. Before departing, she sped down to the basement, finding the container with the films of her being used by the Baroness and her allies. “All who are bound my golden lasso are compelled to tell the truth,” thought Wonder Woman, glad no one else would ever see the films. She ran Steve Trevor to the hospital, and as soon as she made sure that he was okay, she called the army and told them about the Countess’ hideout. Before leaving, Wonder Woman threw the film into the hospital’s furnace, never to be seen.
Wonder Woman joined the troops, and together they stormed the building. They seized twenty Nazi agents, who would provide invaluable information on Nazi activity in the States, along with much equipment.
The Countess was nowhere to be found.
In a dark basement, a beautiful blond woman sat in a chair, masturbating furiously with a dildo. Images from the screen before her flickered across her body. “Stupid Amazon!” thought the Countess. “If she hasn’t gagged me, that lasso of hers would have made me reveal that I had made copies of the films.”
The Countess watched Wonder Woman being dominated on the screen, and the German woman rammed the dildo deeper inside herself. She imagined she was again on top of Wonder Woman, and as she remembered the power and watched the movies, she climaxed around the dildo as she pushed up, imagining she was again fucking the Wonder Woman. She kept rocking herself on the dildo, until she finally settled back, exhausted. She watched the screen, already planning what she would do the Amazon when they next met.
“Und next time,” she said aloud as she began masturbating again, “I vill not be so nice…”