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