Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by marat
Chapter Four
'What do you want?'
'Why, my dear Diana. Aren't you glad to hear from me?'
'What do you want, Liddy?'
'I want what's mine, Diana. You have two of my men hogtied in your closet'—Diana whirled quickly toward the window, peering between the slats of the partially-opened Venetian blinds, but in darkening early evening failed to find any evidence of surveillance—'and you will have to release them.'
The raven-haired Champion sighed. She knew that Liddy could and would use his knowledge of her secret identity at some point. They had arrived at that moment, one she had feared greatly. 'What have you told them?'
'Actually, they don't know about your identity, Diana. They were simply told that in trying to capture you and your roommate, Wonder Woman might intervene.'
She sighed again, this time in relief.
'But I can't guarantee that your secret will remain completely safe. And even these dullards may begin to wonder what happened to Diana Prince.'
Diana waited a long time before surrendering. But she knew she had no choice. 'All right. I'll release them.'
'You will do more. You will be wearing your uniform, Wonder Woman, and you will turn yourself over to their custody. To signify this, you will surrender your golden lasso to these men. And your roommate will stay there with you,' Liddy's voice was hard now, 'as insurance. Just to be sure that nothing should happen to them.
'Go release them now. When you've freed my men, bring one of them to the phone. I have something I must tell them.'
She placed the receiver on the table and looked helplessly at Penelope. 'I… I have to… free them.'
'What? Wh-why?'
'Because if I don't, Liddy will reveal his knowledge of my secret identity. Perhaps to someone who will use my relationship with you to get at me, and to hurt you: criminals, spies, I don't know. I'm being blackmailed. I—I have to.' She turned and moved toward the hallway.
'Wait.' Penelope shouted after her. Then realising that Liddy could hear what was being said, she repeated the word more quietly.
'Wait.' From her bed, she looked into the face of her lover for a long moment. The athletic blonde rose painfully from the bed and walked across the floor to Diana. Then she led Diana onto the walkway that edged the loft. 'We could use this as a reason to finally put all this behind us.' Agitated, she continued. 'Don't you see? We just leave. We go back to Paradise Island and we—you—forget about everything here. We've talked about this before, more than once. There was even a time you asked me if I could leave this world behind. Well, I've made my decision. I'm willing to leave all this. I'm willing to give up everything I've ever known to be with you.'
Diana was stunned, but only momentarily. 'I'm not willing to leave this world in the hands of men like Liddy. I've been here for thirty years. Hitler is gone; Stalin is gone. I've seen good men risk everything they had, or ever would have, in the face of other men who called them traitors for merely disagreeing with them, who put their lives on the line to try to make it a better place. Some even lost their freedom, or even their lives, doing that. There is great hope in the world now. Young women… and men… have taken the gains of the 1960s and begun to try to change the world. I fear that if I give up now, some of that hope will disappear.'
'Wait a minute. You just said you've been here for thirty years. Thirty years of fighting the evil in the world: criminals, fascists, dictators. And you're no closer to final victory than when you started. You fought Nazis, Italian Fascists, and the Japanese. You took on Soviet spies and the men and women they hired, some who just wanted a chance to get rid of the great Wonder Woman. How many times have you been raped? Does anyone besides me care about you?' A tear rolled down the side of the blonde's nose. She brushed it quickly away.
'I know many who do care about me and what I'm trying to do.' As soon as she said it, Diana realised that the words had hurt Penelope. But she had to continue. 'Have you seen what's happening? Women are emerging from their subordinate roles and seeking positions of power, even here. Israel has a woman Prime Minister, as does India. There will be more. What happens to me is not important. But I've come to realise that I do matter; I matter as a symbol.
'And, believe it or not, it was you who made me realise that that.' She reached her hand out and gently brushed Penelope's face. 'I love you, dearest. But if Wonder Woman simply disappeared, what might be the consequences? Would the Feminist Movement continue?'
'Yes!' Penelope almost shouted, then quickly lowered her voice. 'Yes! It would. It doesn't depend on one woman, on you. There are women—and men—all over this country, all over the world, who recognise the power of women: their numbers, their sensibilities and sensitivity, their talents and abilities. Once that's been raised in a woman, and once men begin to recognise those things, it can never be taken away.'
'What about men like Liddy? Can they fight men like that with sensitivity and sensibility? Especially when men like him hold real power, the power of the Government, the power of the Law?'
Penelope had never seen her roommate like this. Usually Diana was a perfect debater, relying on historical precedent, reason, and principle to make her points. This time, she seemed genuinely emotional, fearful. She was, Penelope guessed, genuinely afraid of Liddy. This was an argument that would not go anywhere.
'I have to get dressed,' Diana said as she turned her back on her friend.
It was only a few moments later that the star-spangled form of Wonder Woman re-appeared on the loft where only hours earlier she had been brutally raped by Nero. Her boots' polished red leather scrunched softly as the form of the Amazon Princess took a few steps toward Penelope's bedroom.
She stopped, and then turned slowly and returned to her own room.
Shortly, the Champion of All Women re-emerged through the doorway. She was closely followed by the two men she had earlier defeated. One of these men, Nero, gripped her magic lasso as he unceremoniously shoved the Amazon beauty toward the other bedroom. As she walked, Wonder Woman was conscious of her powerlessness to prevent what would surely follow: the threat to herself and to the woman she loved most in the world.
Penelope had returned to her bed. Wonder Woman saw the despair in her face as she entered the room.
'Where's the phone,' Nero said brusquely. Both women indicated the nightstand on the far side of the bed. He moved to the table and picked up the receiver.
'Hello, boss?' he said quietly. 'It's me, Nero.'
What followed was only a series of acknowledgements from the henchman. Liddy obviously had his plan in mind and was merely passing it on to his underling.
The heroine's super-acute hearing was able to pick up some of the orders being passed to Nero. What she heard made her heart sink. The danger for herself and her roommate was great.
'OK, boss. I'll take care of it. When will you be here?' He merely grunted a response to Liddy's answer to that question. Then he hung up.
'All right, Wonder Woman. You move to the corner and stay there.' Nero's voice showed both command of the situation and fear of his boss. He had failed once today. There would be no repetition. He and Colin stood on opposite sides of Penelope's bed and there was no doubt about the peril of her situation.
'Where are our weapons?' Nero asked.
'In the drawer below the telephone,' Wonder Woman answered quietly. The young man opened the drawer and lifted the two revolvers from within. He tossed one across the form of Penelope to Colin, who immediately sat on the bed next to the helpless girl and cocked the pistol. Diana's blonde roommate flinched slightly at the sound. She kept her eyes focused on the covers she now gripped tightly in her hands. The gun was pointed at her head.
'OK, Wonder Woman.' Once again, Nero said her name with a hatred that was palpable. He looked her up and down. Her red leather boots clung to her flawlessly formed muscular calves like a second skin, the light from the bedroom reflecting off their highly polished surface. Above them, the bare skin of the Amazon Maid's leg was freshly scrubbed. The perfectly round thighs showed her musculature to its best advantage as she stood awaiting his orders. His orders. Nero's orders: He felt his manhood respond to that thought. The blue, star-studded satin tights clung tightly to her ideal form, protecting her from prying eyes, and yet, at the same time, inviting them. He remembered his difficulty in inserting his fingers beneath that taut satin, and how soft both the fabric and the flesh beneath had felt on his rough hand. The golden girdle of Hippolyte emphasised the narrowness of her waist and her femininity as it rested on top of her perfectly round hips. It too glinted in the apartment's lights. The golden eagle breastplate and its red satin field emphasised her ample breasts, which seemed to defy gravity and served as a focus for most men's eyes whenever this superheroine was in public. Wonder Woman's bare shoulders seemed now to slump, but her long, tanned arms, ending in those soft feminine hands and long fingers, showed the immense heroic strength she could so easily draw upon. Though the skin was silken smooth, the muscles were evident beneath the surface. It was that strength he would shortly take from her. He stared for a moment at the dull silver of the Amazon bracelets that encircled her wrists.
'On your knees.'
There was only a moment's pause. 'On your knees, bitch!' Nero repeated and the threat was clear. The Amazon Champion dropped to her knees, gazing helplessly at her roommate.
'Keep your hands where we can see them, in front of you. And don't move!'
The Champion of All Women watched as Colin leaned closer to Penelope, his pistol held steadily at her head. 'Leave her alone.' Wonder Woman added softly, 'Please.'
'You're in no position to give orders, super-cunt,' Nero stated sharply. 'If my friend wants to engage in a little foreplay with your friend there, you'll just keep your mouth shut!'
The heroine dropped her face toward the floor. She knew that Penelope would suffer now for the rage that so many men felt, a rage directed not at the battered blonde who was her lover, but rather against the Amazon Champion. Throughout her career, Wonder Woman had been attacked and reviled for being a woman, and for her efforts to change the role of women in society. On each occasion, the Amazon Champion had successfully defeated her enemies: Professor Psycho, the Angleman and others had attempted to degrade her, to reduce her to subservience, or to destroy her. But in all of those cases, the attack had been direct. Though Steve Trevor had been suspected as her beloved, both his military training and his position in the armed forces served as a buffer against a direct threat against him, if only to give him some necessary training to deal with the attackers. Only rarely since the Baroness von Günther had conspired with Senator Arthur Deal had anyone been able the threaten Wonder Woman by attacking someone else. But here and now, in their own apartment, Wonder Woman knew she would have to witness an attack on someone she loved, an attack which was a means of attacking the heroine herself. 'Hera, help me. Give Penelope the fortitude to face our enemies, and give me the strength to overcome them.'
She raised her eyes to see Liddy standing in the doorway.
'Keep the blonde covered,' Liddy ordered. 'If the Amazon tries _any_thing, shoot her.'
Both Nero and Colin leveled their weapons at the bedridden Penelope. She tried to hide her fear, but Wonder Woman could see wisps of fear skirting across her eyes. The green-eyed blonde was fit, the Amazon knew, but she had suffered appalling treatment at Colin's hands. Her body had been very badly beaten and she had been raped. Even as strong a girl as Penelope would need many hours to recover.
'Stand up, Wonder Woman,' Liddy ordered, 'and come over here.'
The Champion rose to her feet, and as she walked across the room toward her antagonist, she was surprised by the entry of two more of Liddy's men, but it was what they brought with them that froze her in her tracks. The beautiful Amazon stood stock still, still eight feet from Liddy, as first one man entered, loaded down with a double armful of heavy chains, the metal rings clinking softly with each stride; and then a second man, carrying an oxy-acetylene tank and torch attachment. She felt a heaviness inside her chest and stomach: She knew what Liddy intended to do.
'Come here, Amazon,' Liddy said coldly. 'And don't try anything… heroic. Not even you are fast enough to keep my friends here from splattering your girl friend's brains all over that wall.'
The hapless avenger glanced at Penelope, whose eyes were now as wide as dinner dishes, for she too understood what was about to happen. She had witnessed it before, and it had been the catalyst of their friendship. The blonde gave a miniscule shake of her head, and her lips mouthed the word 'Fight.'
But the threat to her roommate was too great, and the lovely Amazon Maid slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes, steeling herself for the tribulation to come. As if bearing great weights, her leaden steps resumed toward the shaven-headed leader.
She stood next to Liddy, who was smiling broadly now. 'That's a good girl,' he said. 'Paul, bring those here.'
The man carrying the chains did as he was told. He placed the mound of metal at the booted feet of the prisoner and he reached onto the top of the stack and picked out one end of the links. From his pocket, he drew a semicircular half-link, and he easily slipped it inside the smooth steel circle.
'Your left wrist, please, Wonder Woman,' said the bald-pated villain.
She slowly, hesitantly, reached her arm forward. It was seized by the gloved hands of the short, blonde young man who had carried in the torch and tanks. Lightly holding her forearm in his left hand, for he knew that Liddy's threat to Penelope would prevent any resistance, he pressed the open edges of the half-link against her Amazon bracelet. The dark steel link clashed with the silvery hue of the Amazonium bracelet. 'It fits perfectly,' he said, smiling.
'Go ahead, Paul,' Liddy ordered. 'Go do that voodoo that you do so well.'
The crewcut blonde man Liddy had called Paul slipped snugly-fitting welder's goggles over his eyes and then he pulled out the steel igniter that he would use to light the torch. He turned the valves on the canisters and the faint hiss of the gas was heard. A flick of the igniter in his gloved hand produced the spark that in turn gave rise to a flickering yellow flame from the mouth of the torch. A rapid adjustment of the nozzle turned the flame from yellow to blue and the roar of the acetylene torch filled the room. Paul touched the tip of the flame to the filed steel edge of the half-link and he watched it soften and glow. The other man, shorter than Paul, and blonder, the one holding Wonder Woman's forearm, placed the softening steel against the Amazon bracelet and in a matter of seconds, thanks to the welder's deft skill, the two pieces of metal had become one! It took even less time to fix the other end of the filed steel half-ring to the Amazon's left bracelet.
As the steel rings were lifted from the stack, two large, heavy shackles were evidenced in the pile. One shackle was placed around Wonder Woman's left ankle. The chain ran through a loop that was attached to it. Paul measured off about two-and-a-half feet of links and laid these on the floor in front of the Amazon's brilliant red leather boots. Then, another shackle, a twin of the fetter that secured her left ankle, also with a duplicate loop enclosing the heavy steel chain, was secured around her right ankle. As Paul and the others watched, the blonde now reached to the floor and plucked up the remaining end of the line of links. He pulled a second half-circle of steel, similar to the one that Paul had carried, from his own pocket and easily slipped it through the end ring. He took a firm grip on the heroine's right forearm with one hand and held the half-loop of steel toward Paul.
Paul took the offered gift and turned the blue flame on one end of the half-ring. It glowed and he pressed it against Wonder Woman's right bracelet. As soon as he did so, the Champion of All Women fell against the blonde man holding her forearm. He steadied her as her shoulder fell into his chest. Then, as the links joining her Amazon bracelets were welded into place, she stumbled forward slightly, seemingly disoriented. He cradled her in his arms and held the defeated, thoroughly weakened Champion upright. Both Paul and the other blonde man smiled as they finished their task.
As soon as the first link was secured to Wonder Woman's left bracelet, the Amazon Princess felt a wave of weakness crash through her entire being, like a violent wave of nausea. It is true that she still had her Amazon strength, for that would not be taken from her until her bracelets were linked by the chains; but that strength was under direct attack; men were securing links to her Amazonium bracelets, and she was unable to prevent the loss of her Amazon strength thereby; the physical effect of the chains attached to one of her bracelets and the knowledge of what that represented sent the beautiful heroine's mind, and body, reeling. She bent slightly at the waist, as if she had been seized by a physical sickness throughout her body. Her mind spinning and her body physically beginning to react to men's application of chains to her bracelets, she stood, mute, helpless, and confused, able to only watch as the torch secured the link to her left wrist. When the semicircular link had been attached to her Amazon bracelet, her arm dropped to her side, released by the hireling who had held it, as if her chain had become an anchor to secure the Amazon in her place.
She was shaken from her stupor as the first steel shackle was secured around her booted ankle. The heroine barely noticed that the man locking the ring in place caressed the leather and her calf before moving on. Rather, she continued to focus on her chained wrist. She raised her left arm slightly, as if testing the burden of her chains, and, as she heard the hard metal slipping through the loop attached to her ankle, her whole body seemed to slump. Her Amazon strength was being taken from her! And she dared not resist! When the blonde crewcut young man secured the second shackle to her right ankle, the Champion of All Women let her left arm drop in front of her. The sense of physical illness increased.
Her breathing had become shallower. She stared down at her bound left wrist and, as through a fog, saw the fingers of her hand quiver: The first sign that she was losing control over her body. Ever so slightly, her tall form swayed, a result both of the effects of these first steps in taking her strength from her and of the fear of what would happen, not to her, for she had survived similar dilemmas earlier in her career, but to Penelope, who had done nothing to warrant being placed in this danger. True, Wonder Woman had not yet been deprived of her strength; she could still use her legendary power to defeat these criminals. But she feared the cost of such action. In order to protect Penelope, she would now do nothing.
The hireling's firm seizure of her right forearm revived her, and her swaying increased as the molten steel first made contact to the right bracelet. Blackness flashed across her vision at that contact, and she felt her strength being torn from her body. She could feel the strength actually fleeing from her muscles, which shuddered spastically. She gasped, and then tried desperately to catch her breath; the floor seemed to be rocking under her feet; the weakened Champion of All Women closed her eyes, hoping that doing so would clear the dark fog that increasingly shrouded her vision. Wonder Woman felt a series of tremors run through the muscles of her legs and they seemed barely able to support her weight. Then, as the half-link was finally welded to her right bracelet, the Princess from Paradise Island sensed an emptiness in her as her strength was gone from her body. She felt too weak even to stand upright, and her now seemingly small frame fell against her enemy's chest. As his hands reached around her to hold her upright, the Princess' vision went black and she felt the room spinning in the darkness. Trying to catch her breath, Wonder Woman felt her entire body tremble.
When she opened her eyes, Liddy was standing directly in front of her. Tears glistened in her eyes at the knowledge that men had chained her bracelets. Her strength was gone. Liddy was only inches away from her face as he spoke.
'I will be arrested shortly for doing my job and following orders. But you are going to help me,' Liddy said softly.
Wonder Woman gave him a hard look. 'Liddy, you know I will never do anything to obstruct the enforcement of the law,' she said firmly.
'Deprived of your Amazon strength, Wonder Woman, you may want to be more circumspect about your intentions.'
The heroine shook her head. 'I'll never help you. You can do what you wish to me. I will not help you.'
'Oh, but it's not you who is in harm's way, Princess,' Liddy said, almost gloating, speaking louder now. 'I know that even without your strength, your powers of resistance are formidable, and it would take a great deal of time—probably more than I have—and effort to bring you around. It's possible you could never be persuaded to abandon your principles.
'But if another were to be threatened, someone, say, close to you…' He again spoke more softly.
Wonder Woman's eyes opened wide as she turned sharply to face Penelope, now surrounded by Liddy's henchmen. None of them had heard Liddy's threat. 'If you want to protect your friend, you'll do as I say.'
The Amazon Maid took two steps forward, the clanking of her chains muffled by the apartment's thick shag carpeting, but Liddy seized the links nearest him. He was unable to completely restrain the Amazon Champion, who continued to advance toward the bed, the foot of which was now only scant feet away. The leader turned to where three of his men encircled Penelope. 'Gentlemen, show Wonder Woman what will be the cost of resistance.'
The Amazon froze in her tracks as Liddy's hirelings grabbed the helpless girl and lifted her from the bed. Penelope tried to scream as both Nero and Paul grabbed her and restrained her in a painful double chicken wing. Penelope's cry was cut short by Colin, who drove his fist into the girl's midsection and crashed the pistol he held against the side of her head. Dazed, bleeding from a gash on her cheekbone near her left ear, Penelope slumped in the grip of Liddy's two henchmen.
'Oh, Diana,' the blonde girl moaned.
'Penelope!' Wonder Woman was fired with a resolve to protect her friend. But Liddy was now aided by the fourth thug, who leapt on Wonder Woman's back at the same time the leader hauled downward on the links joining her bracelets. The combined efforts of the two powerful men sent the Champion crashing noisily to the floor.
Wonder Woman lay on the carpet, her arms, restrained by the length of chain binding them, stretching out as far as they could toward her friend and lover, her hands grabbing at the air only a short distance in front of her beautiful face. The short blonde beast straddled her back and Liddy held firmly onto the chains that had taken away her strength. The White House operative pressed his face in toward hers, red and filled with fury as he now gave vent to his hatred of the Amazon Princess.
'See, Wonder Woman. You can do nothing! Watch as we put you and your kind in your place.' In his rage, spittle spattered the Amazon's face.
'NNNnnnooooo! Please… please, no. Don't do anything to her!' Wonder Woman's voice cracked as she broke down and cried, desperate to save her friend. 'I'll do anything.'
'You'll do nothing, heroine. You'll watch and then you'll help me.' He scuttled like a crab along the floor until he lay parallel to the heroine's form, all the time keeping his face in hers. 'Watch!'
'Gods, no,' she wept openly. She could feel the constrained power in her arms that represented her helplessness.
Colin smiled as he stood before the struggling Penelope. He pushed his face toward the side of Penelope's own face, as if inspecting the damage the barrel of his revolver had done to her stunning features. Two streams of blood flowed from the wound. He pulled her straight blonde hair back and then extended his long tongue toward the red rivulets reaching slowly toward her jaw. Paul grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her head in place for Colin's purposes.
'No-oo-oo-oooh!' the pinned Champion of Justice cried. She tried desperately to rise from the floor, but the blonde beast's knee in her back kept her in place.
Briefly Colin turned his face to glance disdainfully at the helpless Wonder Woman before dipping the tip of his tongue slowly at the red globules at the terminus of each flow. He licked his lips, tingeing them a light pink. And then he lapped up the streams themselves, placing the full breadth of that bright pink organ against Penelope's cheek, and grandly licking away the evidence of his attack.
'Watch, Wonder Woman,' Liddy whispered harshly in her ear. 'Understand that there will be nothing you can do. We can have her any way we wish.' He grabbed the long ebony tresses on top of her head with his free hand to ensure that she would witness what followed.
While holding her jaw firmly in his left hand, Colin pressed his mouth to Penelope's, plunging his tongue deep into that orifice. The helpless blonde squealed and grunted her resistance, but she was restrained by Paul and Nero and, in any case she was too weak to hold him off.
Nero released his hold on the blonde girl's left arm. Paul took over, continuing the painful grip that sent sharp pains arcing through Penelope's shoulders. The curly-haired Nero strode jauntily toward where Wonder Woman was being held to the floor and dropped to his knees opposite to where Liddy lay. From the opposite angle he pressed his face toward the hapless Amazon. 'Do you remember, Wonder Slut, how we enjoyed one another, just a few hours ago? Colin with your friend and you with me?' He smiled broadly, revealing his even, pearly-white teeth. 'While I relied on my prodigious physical abilities to win your heart, Colin has a wider range of skills to accomplish the devotion he enjoys from his women. He can make them cry out in desire by virtue of some of his techniques as a lover…' here Nero started to giggle, 'and you saw some of the evidence of those techniques.'
The sadistic Colin glanced over to where his friend described his talents. As if to emphasise the point that Nero was making, he wrenched, in a single vicious pull, the pajama bottoms that covered Penelope's long, tan legs, revealing the bruising that was still evident from his earlier mistreatment of Diana's roommate. As he pressed the tattered nylon cloth into the helpless blonde's mouth to muffle her cries, he pressed his hips and thighs against Penelope's, pushing her back against Paul, trapping her between the two. He brought the pistol down and, still smiling at the powerless Champion of All Women, began to squeeze the barrel between their grinding hips.
Wonder Woman's eyes widened, and she began weeping anew, desperately trying to free herself from the three men who now laughingly restrained her. 'OOOhhh, NNNNOOO!!'
The laughter of Liddy, who had released his grip on Wonder Woman's topknot, Nero and the unnamed blonde only increased as Nero produced a ball-gag. He forced it into the Amazon's mouth, slapping his palm across her jaw. 'Can't have the neighbours complaining,' he said. She squealed and swung her head wildly from side to side, vainly trying to toss the object from her. As he secured the leather straps behind her head, at the same time locking a thick strand of long ebony hair in the heroine's mouth, he ground her face into the carpet. When she was able to return her eyes to her defiled roommate, tears were streaming down the Amazon's face, her jaw was quivering, and her nostrils were flared as she tried to gather her breath for a renewed effort to break herself free.
'MMMMMMmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhh!!!' Wonder Woman was helpless to save her lover as she moaned her agony. Her shoulders shook and her fingers grasped at empty air as she strained to reach Penelope.
And her captors laughed.
'Your principle of peace may not make sense right now, but I think you'll see principles of love in action soon,' Liddy said.
Nero giggled as she whispered, 'When Colin is through, I will get a chance.'
'By the time this evening is through, Wonder Woman as Champion of Women will only be a faint memory.' The harsh voice of the short blonde cut the Amazon to her soul.
Colin placed the barrel of the pistol at the entrance to Penelope's sex.
The muffled screams of both women filled the room.
Two hours later, Wonder Woman gently held Penelope's head in her lap. During that time, she had been forced to watch while the five men assaulted and brutalised her roommate. They took turns, always three of the men restraining the weakened heroine, two of them beating or raping Penelope.
They had done nothing to the Amazon Princess.
Colin had beaten the hapless blonde with his fists and the pistol he would always keep with him. The blood that had poured from the cuts along her scalp, across her cheekbones, and from her nose and mouth was drying now. Almost black, it obscured her swollen features. There were innumerable red-and-purple bruises on her shoulders, across her ribs, and on her thighs, which gave evidence of the battering Colin had leveled against all parts of her anatomy. Even before he was finished, Penelope's moans had been reduced to weak sobs. The crewcut Colin had relished the attack, seeming to enjoy his work. Throughout, Wonder Woman had cried her muffled appeals into the ball-gag and Liddy had mocked her vain efforts. 'How could I have thought you would be a fit mother for the Führer? She would have to be a formidable woman, not a dyke who dresses like a slut.'
When Paul took his turn, he buggered Penelope, pushing himself full into her. Blood issued from the torn tissues when he removed himself long minutes later, blood that poured down her thighs and matted the shag carpeting. That stain had begun to turn black before the criminals were through with her. However much the Princess wished to shut out the sight of this devastation of a helpless human being, her love would not let her. 'You see, Wonder Woman, how helpless you are. When we are through, you will help me, so that this will not happen again. To _any_one you care for.'
Nero pushed his cock into Penelope's torn and bloody mouth. By slapping her viciously across the head, he forced her to hold him painfully in her mouth and to massage him with tongue and jaw until he came. Penelope gagged painfully, Nero's cum rolling down her chin, mixing with the crusted blood already there. 'This didn't have to happen. This is happening because of your pride, Wonder Woman,' Liddy said harshly.
When Liddy had his time with Penelope—his first time—he focused on her sex, which the others seem to have reserved for him. He pressed himself as deep into the battered girl as he could, and then rammed his hips again and again into the now-unresisting Penelope, who had been lowered to the floor to accommodate the chieftain, for she no longer needed any restraint. She grunted each time he plunged and groaned weakly when he finally came. It was the unnamed blonde henchman who taunted Wonder Woman while the ringleader raped Penelope. 'You surrendered to prevent anything from happening to her. Now you're helpless to prevent anything from happening to her. Hah! Wonder Woman, indeed!'
The fifth attacker started by clenching Penelope's long blonde hair in his fist and slapping her face to try to revive the nearly unconscious young woman. Her eyes glimmered as she seemed to return to awareness of what was happening to her. As soon as this comprehension flickered across her face, he smashed his fist directly between her eyes. Blood spurted afresh from her nose as a sickening crack! loud enough to be heard across the bedroom, evidence of her broken nose, further disheartened the prostrate Champion. Liddy resumed his mockery of Wonder Woman. 'Do you think you'll still find your dyke lover attractive? What will she think of the Champion of All Women now?'
Her voice muffled by the gag, Wonder Woman wept and called to her roommate. Then she watched helplessly as the young man proceeded to arouse himself by rubbing his hips and cock against the supine Penelope's hips and the entrance to her sex. When he was fully erect, he proceeded to tit-fuck the helpless girl. Placing his manhood carefully between her smallish breasts, he mashed them together to give himself some added stimulation. When he came, he spurted streams of the white viscous fluid across her face, into her hair, and even onto the carpet, now thoroughly stained with black blood.
When he had completed his turn, it began again. First one, and then another. The five men continued to batter and violate the now-unconscious girl. The enjoyment of their victory knew no bounds as they ridiculed and taunted the Amazon Princess.
'A dyke who dresses like a slut.'
'_Wonder_Woman, indeed!'
'What happens to me is not important. But I've come to realise that I do matter; I matter as a symbol. If Wonder Woman simply disappeared, what might be the consequences? Would the Feminist Movement continue?'
'This is happening because of your pride, Wonder Woman.'
'You're helpless to prevent anything from happening to her. This can happen to _any_one you care for.'
Wonder Woman gazed into the unconscious face of her friend, roommate, and lover. She touched her hands and her fingers and the hapless heroine noted the scarring from when Penelope had saved the Amazon by pressing the acid-laden handkerchief into the links of an earlier chain that had taken away her strength. She gently brushed the stark discolourations of the bruises that covered her shoulders and arms. And after each gentle caress, Wonder Woman's eyes came back to the fetters that were welded to her Amazon bracelets, the links that had taken her strength from her.
End of Chapter Four
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