Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by marat
Chapter Three
'Oh, that's it, Amazon bitch, that's it.'
When Wonder Woman was bound by her own magic lasso, the power of her own greatest weapon precluded any response from the her, either in the form of a reaction to her humiliation and degradation or a response to pain. This impassivity at the taunts and attacks of her tormentors often led to even greater anger and violence aimed at the heroine, for part of her enemies' sense of power over the Champion of All Women at such moments derived from the expected signals of defeat her subjugation was expected to elicit. But such was the power of the lasso that Wonder Woman could give no evidence of suffering. Nevertheless, Colin's physical strength and the size of his manhood forcing itself between her cheeks and into her ass tore through this unresponsiveness, finally, after many minutes of undergoing his attack, wrenching tears of pain and sobs of anguish from the captive Amazon girl.
Colin firmly gripped her sleek feminine form just above her hips, pulling the helpless prisoner tight to the base of his thrusting penis. He held her there momentarily; then he released his grip and she slid slowly along his shaft, until he again tightened his grasp around her waist and he pulled the unresisting Princess back to him. Again and again, he repeated this process, taking in the intense pleasure at the hardness of his probe against the tightness of her interior and the softness of her flesh in his embrace.
Of all the women he had had—and there had been so many of them—never had he felt such heights. Her ass so caressed the full circumference and length of his rod that as she slid along the 12 inches; the pressure never diminished and never waned from any part of that one-eyed snake, both fore and aft, which was so familiar with the internal working of the female of the species. This woman, this Wonder Woman, raised him to such a sexual peak that he could no longer distinguish the pleasure from the pain that flowed through him from tip to balls. _This_Wonder Woman was beyond any woman he had ever experienced. He tightened his grip on her waist, digging his fingers and his fingernails into her soft, forgiving skin. He screamed and groaned in his ecstasy. He was cumming again.
As she endured her ordeal, Wonder Woman felt the pain of Colin's prick tearing into her ass. Each time he drew her full onto his rod, and entered full into her, the intensity of the pain was so great as to draw from the Amazon Champion, breaking through the power of her lasso, a great husky moan. Tears welled up in her eyes as Colin's manhood pressed its full length into her and she felt his grip on her relax so that she would slowly drop toward the ground. Knowing that the pain would resume momentarily, when his grip would tighten and she would be lifted back onto his fat organ, only raised a sense of dread at the pain that would inevitably return in the helpless prisoner.
Her nakedness, save for her tiara, boots, and bracelets, humbled the proud Amazon. Shame at her exposure before her enemies crushed the Amazon Maiden's will. It ate away at her and dug its claws, like the talons of an eagle, deep into her spirit. The fact that she was unable to resist the rapist who penetrated her in the most ignoble way imaginable was a reproach to her status as Princess of the Amazons. She could feel a quaking deep inside, a quaking that could only be the collapse of her own fortitude. The agony she felt, stretching the full length of her spine, as a result of his thrusting his ramrod deep into her anus, gave rise to those tears that finally filled her deep blue eyes. The bitterness and despondency that gripped the heroine's mind and spirit at this humbling confused and frightened her.
Why, she thought to herself, are they doing this? Why does this happen? Why do men seek to make humiliation part of their conquest, to humble their enemy as part of their victory? I'm fighting for the betterment of women in this world, in this country of the United States of America, even fighting for the right of the United States to proclaim itself, rightly, a beacon of hope and enlightenment. I'm fighting for these very men—these men who seek to destroy me—to ennoble themselves. Yet, men like these will grant women nothing and they seek only to subjugate me to demonstrate their superiority.
In her desperation, the helpless Amazon Maid slid into a depressed sense of her own failure. She recalled the evidence of Penelope's rape in their own apartment and her present condition in the trunk of the car not twenty feet away. The pain tearing through the Amazon from behind served as a reminder of her own helplessness. She saw the large curly-haired Nero in front of her, smiling thinly, holding the magic lasso. Having spent himself moments earlier, he seemed now only to be waiting his turn, and the Amazon Champion felt that tragic sense of her own failure slide even deeper as she imagined that her ignominy would continue at his hands. What would her sisters think if they saw her now?
'Aaaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhggggghhhh!' Wonder Woman's heartbroken sigh smashed through the restraining power of her magic lasso. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the beautiful Amazon was reduced to nothing more than Colin's sex-toy, and she gave a ragged voice to the pain each thrust sent shooting up her spine. Powerless to resist, she was lifted from the ground by the powerful man holding her.
'Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!' Each time he rammed himself fully home inside the broken heroine, her ragged voice trumpeted his triumph over her.
'Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!' Faster now and even faster, he battered his manhood as far inside the helpless girl as he could even as he leaned forward across her now-nonresisting form. He caressed the silken skin of her back with his cheek until, driven by a desire he could not name, he placed his open mouth against that flawless surface, licked it vigourously and savoured the sweet and sweaty taste. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. As this happened at a moment when Wonder Woman's ass had slid to the tip of Colin's organ, this motion shifted her body so that she slipped off of the hard, foot-long rod. A release from pain washed over the hapless woman, and she felt the inner tension relax, but her reprieve was only a momentary one.
The big man's prick, engorged, hardened, stiffly erect, reacted to the change from the tight, warm interior of his victim to the cool exterior air by releasing a sticky white torrent from Colin's desires and fantasies.
'AAAAaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhlllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!' Colin felt the release of his pent-up rapture. The discharge fell in large spatters all over the back, hips, and thighs of the unresisting prisoner as she crumpled to the ground and lay still.
She was naked before her enemies, bound by her own lasso, and her will at last broken. Nero's cum was smeared across her mouth and face, while Colin's seed was drying in the cool air on her lower body, even as his earlier orgasm still dripped from inside her. Impassivity had returned to her face, but the streaks of her tears were still visible on her cheeks, cutting paths into the drying chalky residue around her mouth. Wonder Woman's golden lasso, a gift of the gods to her on her embarkation to Man's World, was looped loosely around her shoulders and upper arms. Nero stared at her while Colin pulled his white briefs up over his shrunken prick.
'Doesn't look like so much now, does she?'
'Makes you wonder why the boss wants her,' Colin replied.
The two men simultaneously reached toward the unmoving Amazon and pulled her unresisting to her feet. 'No, she's got nothing left,' Nero said softly.
As the powerless Champion stood, unmoving and unresisting before him, the young man holding the lasso slapped her sharply across the face.
'Wonder Woman, eh? Champion of All Women!' He slapped her again.
Colin drove his fist hard into her side. 'You cunt!' His next punch smashed into Wonder Woman's temple, just below the golden tiara.
Through the ensuing assault, Wonder Woman endured the beating without a sound, as she had done on other occasions. Despite the force of the pounding laid against her by the two large men, she stood her ground and received blow after blow, each one of which would have leveled an ordinary man. And, as had happened on many of those occasions, her lack of response drove her attackers to even greater fury. Punches, slaps, and kicks rained down on her from the two big men, striking her perfect body and full, round breasts, her beautiful face, her arms and hips. Because of the power of her magic lasso, and her own Amazonian endurance, the Princess of Paradise stood fast before these powerful men.
Finally, Nero, frustrated by her inscrutable and self-contained manner, began striking her with the looped lasso he held in his hand. Back and forth he whipped the coiled golden rope, striking her face and breasts harder and harder, with ever greater violence, until in a frenzy of what could only have been a combination of despair and hatred he flung into the face of his prisoner her own greatest weapon. 'You're nothing!' he shouted. "NOTHING!!'
It was over in scant seconds. Wonder Woman, freed from the control of her lasso and her strength restored, lashed out at her antagonists with the sureness and purpose of a trained warrior. She first struck Nero with a hard straight right directly between the eyes. The single hard blow carried with it power born of vengeance. Nero's eyes opened wide just before the punch itself landed, and his jaw dropped in shock. He was unconscious as he was dropped to the ground, his powerful arms spread wide.
Colin had only turned to make his escape before the Amazon's right hand grabbed him fast by the collar of his shirt. Easily lifting the thug, the Amazon Champion tossed him the full distance across the clearing, smashing his chest against a tree thirty feet away. A weak groan escaped his lips as he slid to the ground.
Unwrapping the lasso from her shoulders, the Princess of Paradise Island looped the rope as she walked slowly toward the car parked under the shade of this clump of trees. As she walked across the pleasant grove, Wonder Woman reflected on the attack she had undergone, the pain and humiliation she had suffered. She reached into the back seat and withdrew her star-spangled costume, then quickly dressed herself. The soft satin of her patriotic uniform reminded the Champion of her role in Man's World. She replaced the golden lasso at her hip, and then released the trunk and pulled her still-unconscious roommate to a sitting position.
'Oh, Penelope.'
Splotches of blood matted the long blonde hair of Diana's friend; bruises marred her face and were visible through the shredded blue sweat suit that poorly covered her body. There were patches of dried blood at her nose and where it had trickled from the corner of her mouth down her chin. Seeing her lover so badly beaten, anger seized the Amazon girl and she gently lifted Penelope from the trunk, hugging her, and placed her on the ground, all the while staring across the clearing at the inert form of Colin, the author of this destruction. The Amazon heroine undid the ropes from Penelope's wrists. Then Wonder Woman walked purposefully toward the body of the crewcut mercenary, and quickly bound his wrists tightly behind him, using the same rope that had just been used to restrain her lover. She made sure that the knots were very tight. She saw the tips of Colin's fingers begin to turn purple.
Returning to Penelope's unmoving body, Wonder Woman seated herself and gently lifted her beaten face into her lap. She whispered her friend's name, mostly to herself, mostly to reassure herself that love still existed inside her. The Champion of All Women leaned forward and lightly kissed her friend's torn lips. 'What has he done to you?' Long fingers pressed through the blonde hair of the unconscious girl as tears again formed in the deep blue eyes of the Amazon.
Looking around, she spotted a public water fountain in a corner of the clearing, near the sign indicating direction to the rest rooms. Wonder Woman tenderly placed Penelope's head on the ground and made her way to the unconscious Nero. Rolling him onto his stomach, she reached into his pants pocket to retrieve a handkerchief. Then she removed his belt and tightly secured his hands behind his back.
While at the water fountain, the silent Amazon washed away the signs of her own degradation and defeat; then she dampened the cloth to remove the bloodstains from Penelope's beautiful face. She did so with the utmost gentleness and love.
Back in Diana's apartment, Penelope finally returned to consciousness. She had been cleaned up, most of the signs of blood from her beating at Colin's hands washed away. The bruising remained and was visible on her face, but the discolorations that marred her body were covered by the fresh set of pajamas she wore. She lay on her back in bed and awoke to Diana's concerned face hovering over her.
Penelope winced. _'OOOOooo_ooooohhhhhhhh! What hit me?' she mumbled. 'What happened?'
'You're all right now, Penelope,' Diana said. 'Two men broke in and attacked us. They were taking us to…' she paused, then continued, '…to their boss. They're tied up in the large closet in my bedroom.' Diana handed her a cup of tea.
Penelope smelled the brew and smiled, but the pain of that small movement made her wince again. 'Oolong. You shouldn't have.' She took a sip and settled into the pillows. 'Tell me what happened. I don't remember anything after that curly-haired asshole chased me upstairs.'
Diana sat on the bed next to her friend, her hair piled on her head after a shower. 'He chased you upstairs? I saw you cornered against the window above the driveway. I thought…'
'You thought that your poor, little, wimpy roommate fainted and was carried away, Scarlet-O'Hara-style, to the bedroom. I may not be Wonder Woman, but I can defend myself, roommie.'
Flustered, Diana replied, 'Oh, no, Penelope, I didn't mean… that is,… well, it's just that I found you unconscious on the bed and I… I guess I just assumed…'
Penelope's eyes smiled as she listened to the heroine try to explain. 'Oh, yeah, you assumed. Well, Diana, I'll have you know that I decked him. Yeah, I decked him. Hit 'im with my purse.'
Diana stared.
'OK. I kicked him in the knee,' Penelope said softly.
Diana laughed. 'You didn't.' Her laughter was uneasy.
'Just like I learned in my self-defense class. Caught him right with my heel, like you're supposed to. It didn't seem to affect him much. He went down, but he kept his composure. They didn't tell us what to do if that happened. He grabbed my ankle as I ran past him, so I tromped on his other hand. Again, it seemed to have no effect. He caught up to me before I got to the door and threw me back into the middle of the living room. So I headed upstairs. I remember getting to the bedroom. That's all.'
'There was a bloody wound on your scalp. He must have hit you pretty hard.'
'I think I came out of it once, but it was barely for a moment. What happened to you?'
'Chloroform.'
'Again? Boy, you'd think you would be used to it by now.'
'It's the tried-and-true method. I think one of them was… well, he had… that is….'
'He had a hard-on,' Penelope concluded. 'Where you're concerned, there's quite a bit of that going around.'
Diana sat silently for a long moment. Penelope noticed tears welling up in her eyes. 'What happened to us?' the blonde asked quietly.
'We were raped,' Diana finally responded. He voice was very quiet. 'I think we were both raped while we were unconscious. They attacked me again after we left here. I was conscious and with them in the car. You were still unconscious and in the trunk. After the second attack, I was able to capture them.'
Penelope sat absolutely stock-still as the thought sank in. She felt ill in the pit of her stomach, as if all of her internal organs had shut down. Her face was pale. She tasted bile as it rose in her throat and she wanted to vomit. The blonde girl's breathing became more ragged and she gasped as she tried to frame a response. Her body seemed to shrink as her shoulders sank and she involuntarily pulled her body protectively together.
Diana reached out and raised Penelope's face toward her own. She looked into the dark green eyes of her friend and lover. 'It was my fault. They were after me. They used you to attack me.'
'They… knew…?'
'Yes. They knew who I was. They knew where I lived. I think they knew about you and came here knowing you would be here.' She didn't feel very heroic as she said this.
'How…?'
The Amazon girl had thought long about this question. She knew there could only be one answer. 'They must work for Liddy. It's the only way that a couple of thugs would have that information. He found out about me and I've been waiting for him to act on the knowledge.'
The shock on Penelope's face spoke volumes.
'Liddy had some crazy idea about having me bear Hitler's clone. He used the information that Kane had gathered when we were in Delaware…'
'K-Kane? Kane was involved? Where is that little shit?'
'He's not involved in this, except that he gave the information to Liddy. Liddy works for the White House. He's very powerful and he has even more powerful friends. He's extremely dangerous. Liddy gave Kane a job at the White House when he got out of prison. You know how that would appeal to Kane's ego.'
'Yes.'
'Using hypnosis, Liddy found out about me… and, I guess, us. He has a sample of Hitler's DNA from some place in East Germany and he wanted to re-create him. But Liddy couldn't figure out when I was fertile. Kane knew, but he wouldn't tell him. The last time I saw Kane, he and his girl friend had had their memories erased by the magic lasso and they left to live their lives somewhere else.'
'Could Liddy have found them again?'
'He didn't need to. He had all the information that Kane had put together for his dissertation. I don't know whether he still wants to go forward with his crazy idea, or if this is something else.'
Penelope stared at her lap. She asked the question that her roommate knew would have to be asked, and which she dreaded answering.
'Why… didn't you warn me?'
'I… thought… I could protect you.'
The shock that showed on the battered features of Diana's roommate broke the Amazon's heart. Tears poured from Diana's eyes and streamed down her face. 'Penelope, don't hate me,' she cried. 'Please try to understand. You shouldn't be part of what I do. I put my life on the line every day and you shouldn't have to. I deal with very dangerous people, people who want to kill me.' She didn't know how to finish what she had to say.
'I just never thought they would want to kill you to attack me.'
Penelope took a small sip of tea. She was trying to think through what had happened. She dampened her lips, which had become very dry with Diana's recounting of the assault. 'You saw me raped in Delaware. Senator Carlton kidnapped me. I live here. With you. We make love. How can I not be part of your life?'
Diana didn't have an answer to that question. She stared into her lap, tears rolling down her cheeks. She thought of all of the conversations she had had with Penelope, conversations about life and love, about what it was that Wonder Woman was fighting for, about Good and Evil. She knew that Penelope was right.
'I tried to… make you… only a…' she sobbed, 'a… part of one side of my life. You were part of the philosophical world, the world of goodness, and truth, and beauty. Man's World didn't touch you.'
'But it did touch me, don't you see? It was where we met, and it's where you… we… live. I couldn't be shielded from it, no matter how powerful Wonder Woman is.'
Diana stood up and walked slowly toward the door.
'Where are you going?' Penelope asked firmly. 'It seems to me you have a lot more to tell me than you already have. I've always known that you've been hiding a lot, protecting me. Don't you think that it's time that you told me everything?'
'After a pause, Diana said, barely audibly, 'Everything is a lot.'
'I've got nothing but time.'
Penelope was shocked at much of Diana told her. Diana held little back, realising that her friendship with Penelope was truly on the line, that leaving out any detail might jeopardise what she had hoped to protect. She had just finished describing the reasons for the danger that had engulfed Kane and Audra LeVelle when the phone on the nightstand rang.
'Hello?'
'Hello, Wonder Woman. You have something of mine.'
It was Liddy.
End of Chapter Three
Comments, questions, suggestions welcome: contact the author at marat1793@comcast.net.