Wonder Woman: Trial by Ordeal
by marat
Chapter Seven
Dazed, battered and helpless the Amazon Princess struggled to lift her head to face her chief tormentor. She hung limp in the grip of men bent on inflicting pain, cold water still rolling down her face but already forming shimmering ice droplets at the ends of her long, curly black hair. Wonder Woman struggled to get her legs under her, to stand before the Nazi officer, rather than hang in the grasp of these men. Her uniform was already in tatters, her bruised body naked to her enemies; her breaths came in gulps now, but she was, even so, aware that something even more important was at stake: She must not be defeated by this man.
Even before she could get her legs, however unsteadily, under her, the sharp blow of a combat boot crashing into the back of her knee drove the helpless girl downward. One of the enlisted men who held her firmly in his grip had brought his foot, bearing a heavy, steel-toed boot, crashing downward, with all the force he was able to muster, into the crook behind Wonder Woman's knee. As he did so, all of his force and weight came smashing down on the back of her calf as well, driving the Champion of All Women to her knees before Kesselmann. A yelp of pain escaped from the Amazon's lips, and a wave of red passed across her vision.
'That's much better, Wonder Woman. Much more appropriate that you should grovel before your master.' He spoke slowly, almost seeming to struggle for the words.
Wonder Woman rested on her knees, her head bowed, her body bruised. Too beaten and exhausted to try to rise, she felt the grip of the soldiers relax and her arms, weighted down by the heavy steel links that joined her bracelets, slipped downward in front of her body. Her hands seemed to modestly cover her exposed femininity.
A kick squarely between her shoulder blades, at the same instant that her arms were released, sent the heroine face first into the cold stone floor. The sharp crack of her head hitting the floor echoed in the small cell.
Pain. She struggled to see through the pain. Only vague forms moved dimly through her sight. The Amazon Champion blinked her eyes vigourously, trying to clear her vision, trying to remove the demons moving about in a fog and change them into men. The ringing in her ears obliterated all other sounds.
'n… n…n-n-nnoo,' the heroine mumbled, barely above a whisper. She would not allow Kesselmann his victory, and her hands felt for the floor under her, so that she could push herself upwards. Chains clinked against stone.
But she had barely lifted her face from the smooth, hard rock, when yet another sharp kick, this one to the jaw, almost lifted her bodily from the floor of the cell. The metallic clanking of her chains mixed with the scuffling of her now almost naked body as the powerless woman came to rest against the wall. Tattered pieces of red and gold satin littered the path her body took as the battered girl careened across the compartment. When she raised her head to find her enemy, still another kick sent her head crashing backwards against the hard cold stone.
Then three of the enlisted men were upon her, kicking and punching her, laughing and swearing at the same time. Hard fists crashed into her jaw and temple and her ribs and breasts, and kicks thudded against her stomach and hips and even directly into her sex. 'Ah! Ah!' cmoaned the helpless heroine, each time her cry of pain was weaker than the last. Fresh rivulets of her blood rolled down her face, matted her hair, and even splattered the wall above her. And all the while the officer filmed the event, his professional sensibilities capturing the full degradation of Wonder Woman's defeat.
Kesselmann slowly walked toward where she lay, his limp clearly evident, but his air that of a conqueror. He stood over his victim, smiling down at the battered, beaten Champion. 'This is the price of pride,' he said hoarsely. He raised his walking stick and brought the heavy wooden handgrip smashing down on the unresisting head of his prisoner.
Her small, cold world went black.
When she awoke, her companion, pain, had not abandoned her. The remains of her costume had been taken from her, and all that remained of Wonder Woman's renowned uniform was her tiara, her boots, and her bracelets, still linked by…
Not by chains, but by a single link. The chains had been replaced by one large steel circle, less than three inches in diameter. A single link attached to this circle of steel from each of her Amazon bracelets and from anklets clapped over her leather boots ensured that the Amazon's strength would not return; the arrangement would also prevent any freedom of movement. The superheroine had been propped upright in a wood-and-metal contraption. The full weight of her body was on her knees, which were settled on a 4x4 piece of hardwood about three feet long. The unsmoothed surface of the wood ground into the Amazon's joints. Arising behind the piece of wood, and attached to it, was a thick, round metal post, which held the wood about two feet above the floor, and which itself rose all the way to just below the heroine's neck. About a foot in diameter, Wonder Woman could feel its stark coldness against her back, which was pressed against the steel, against her upper arms, which had been pulled back behind her painfully, and against her knees and calves. Her wrists and ankles had been secured together, but only by that single circle of steel, so that not more than three inches separated the Amazon bracelets from the similar anklets that encircled the scuffed leather of her boots. Her arms were painfully stretched downward behind her. Her legs were bent at the knee and her calves angled upward from being parallel with the floor, two feet below. In this position her chest was thrust out, the perfectly round globes of her breasts evident to the coterie of military officers who watched her resuscitation with evident pleasure and amusement. Her hips were also thrust forward, her thighs spread. The steel pillar passed between her knees, behind her.
Kesselmann was directly in front of his prisoner. He shifted his weight slowly, rhythmically, from his sound right foot to the weakened left, as he seemed to enjoy the evident agony of his captive. When he spoke to her, it was in a quiet, almost confidential voice. Even the officers standing close by could barely hear the exchange. 'Dear Diana. The mighty Wonder Woman. Once more you are my prisoner, and this time you will not escape. We will not underestimate you, as we did last time.'
'And, once again,…' the Amazon gasped, 'you are taking credit… for something others have done,… Kesselmann. I… surrendered to… Liddy only… in order to save a friend.' The difficulty of speaking pained the Princess from Paradise Island.
Kesselmann brightened at the Amazon's struggle. 'Liddy was working for me,' retorted the Nazi officer. 'Surely you understand the responsibility and accountability of command, working all those years in military intelligence.'
The heroine was stunned that Kesselmann would know of her work. Her eyes widened, but she remained silent.
Kesselmann shuffled a few paces away from his captive. Then, turning, he said, more loudly, 'And your friend? Miss… Penelope, was it?' He evidently wanted his guests to hear this part of the exchange.
Wonder Woman felt a cold shiver of fear race through her body. What had happened to Penelope? Liddy had promised…
'By this time, she should have savoured the same experience you have enjoyed here.' Kesselmann smiled, revealing the steel replacement dentures on the left side of his jaw. The shattered left half of his face had never offered any kind of expression, either of pleasure or approval, or of anger. But as he spoke now, his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a joy that was unprecedented. 'You, because of your Amazon heritage, no doubt have fared better than she has.'
'But…' Wonder Woman gasped harshly, angrily, and in pain, 'Liddy said…'
'Yes, I know what Liddy said. And what he told you was a necessary lie.' His triumph was complete; it was evident in his entire demeanor. 'As I said earlier' and here Kesselmann turned to face the prisoner, 'Liddy serves me. As a good soldier, he was bound to obey orders.' He smiled, the metal teeth gleaming in the harsh lighting. 'As one of your leaders in the late war, Winston Churchill, said, "In war, the truth is so valuable that it is necessary to protect it with a bodyguard of lies." For thirty years, Wonder Woman, I have been at war. With you!'
Tears welled up in Wonder Woman's eyes and burst forth, running down her face. The dried blood deepened to a more reddish colour around her mouth and jaw. 'Gods, no. Penelope.' Her body shook in anguish as she realised that her actions had been in vain. Immediately pain shot up her arms to her shoulders, but she continued to weep at the fate of her friend.
'Yes, Wonder Woman.' The Nazi general's voice rose now, as the Princess was reduced to tears before the crowded assembly. 'You took from me the support of the Führer. Because of your escape, I was sent to Russia. My enemies expected me to die, my friends merely hoped for my survival. But it was there that I displayed my true heroism and I regained his' -Kesselmann spoke the pronoun with an adoration that was evident to all— 'his trust in me. I was promoted to general, for my leadership ands skill.
'It was around that time that some friends notified me of the capture of your friend Fausta. They were very… comprehensive… in their description of her… interrogation.' The Nazi officer chose his words very carefully and Wonder Woman felt increased agony as he poured his bile. Another strong woman had died because of her association with the Amazon Princess and her principles. Thirty years ago, Fausta; now, Penelope.
'She was in much the same position, in a similar device, as you find yourself now, when she finally surrendered to our SS interrogators. She confessed to acts of sabotage in the Reich, to organising resistance groups, and that it was, in fact, me who had captured Wonder Woman, an act for which she had tried to claim the glory.' Kesselmann was speaking faster now, caught up in the story of his rehabilitation. 'The Führer heard the reports of what she had done, how she had disgraced herself. He learned of how she attempted to undermine my authority during our investigation of Wonder Woman's powers; how she tried to mislead me with the fantastic stories of a magic lasso and how your powers disappeared when your golden belt was removed. In fact, I was the one who learned the truth about linking your bracelets: I was the one who put you in chains.
'Do you deny that she was the one who released you from them?'
Wonder Woman glared at the old man through the pain. How could he say such things about so brave a woman as Fausta Grebel? Fausta_had captured her. She had been the first to use chloroform against the strength of the Amazon. _Fausta had brought her back to Germany for questioning; brought her back in chains. Fausta had understood the secrets of the golden lasso and had learned, too late, of Kesselmann's desire for power. Fausta had been the one who freed her from the chains. She spat out the single word, 'Liar!' and was again seized by sharp pain in her arms and legs.
'Fausta Grebel told a different story,' he said smugly, 'before she died.
'But now we must give ourselves over to some more enjoyment. If you are to be the incubator for our new Führer, it will be necessary to keep you alive long enough to serve our needs. But precisely what kind of life it will be… well, that will de a matter for some discussion.' He laughed.
Wonder Woman suffered in the position that had been forced upon her for what could only have been hours, all the while listening to the mocking laughter of the officers who came and went. Gods, why? she thought to herself. Why have you sent me to Man's world and allowed this? Why have good women—good people—died when they have embraced the Princess's message of the power of Love? Is the evil of Men so great that even the gods cannot prevail against it? What level of virtue must the Amazons marshal in order to be successful against such power of evil?
Her breasts had become red from the fondling that every visitor inflicted upon her. Many of the Chilean officers had roughly manhandled the ample mammaries, and then burtalised the heroine because she did not respond to their ministrations as they wished. Occasionally a fierce blow was struck at her head or torso at such moments, or a sharp twist applied to the reddened nipple sent spasms of pain right to her spine. Her ruby lips had been split by such blows and the smear of blood across her cheeks and jaw became increasingly ugly as her torment went on.
But it was the two or three officers who had caressed the globes delicately, playfully flicking the nipple or, using a long fingernail, barely brushed the surface of the pale pink, perfectly round aureole, who aroused the helpless Amazon. The casual lovingness of a young man's touch, coupled with the hours of pain, and, now, feelings of the beginning of hunger, a lack of sleep, and, not least of all, the presence of the links that secured her Amazon bracelets—all these things combined at those moments to raise what would be recognised as passion at other times. One young captain was particularly adept at securing a response from the prisoner. He manipulated the breasts both separately and together. The highly sensitive peaks were alternately brushed lovingly by his agile fingers and pinched, just painfully enough, by the almost feminine nails. Her pressed the majestic round orbs together, rubbing them tenderly, lighting a fire inside the Amazon's chest. As she twisted even slightly in the sensuality of those moments, new pain raced up her arms to her shoulders and she cried out. Laughing, the captain repeated the procedure, three, four times, each with the same result. Later he returned with friends, who seemed to enjoy the spectacle of the Amazon Princess' agony.
Other officers seemed to enjoy sucking at her glorious tits, licking them, making an effort to wrap their mouths around the peaks of those enticing mounds, and failing to do so, pressing their faces against the firm flesh. Dried saliva discoloured her chest.
But the men with oral fixations were not the only ones who left a deposit on the marvelous body of the Champion of All Women. Usually these soldiers arrived alone, carefully checking the hallway beyond the door for any others who might be seeking a little recreation. Her posture prevented any possibility of entering the Amazon, but her helplessness appealed to a large segment of these officers. Crusty white patches were evident on Wonder Woman's thighs, her stomach and back and hips, and even small residues, where the masturbating soldiers had spurted their seed, on her shoulders and around her breasts. As the evidence of this semen became noticeable to those who preferred to suck at her mammaries, the incidence of that form of satisfaction had diminished.
Some had tried to place their jaws between her thighs and get a taste of her womanhood. Only one had succeeded. This particularly tall young lieutenant had dropped to his knees and pushed his mouth directly into the heroine's toit. At first, he made odd sucking noises, but soon his tongue pressed inside the Amazon. He gripped her hips with both hands as he tried to push deeper into her vulnerable sex, feeling his way past the sheath and around the sex organs themselves. He seemed familiar with a woman's internal geography, and Wonder Woman, desperately trying to retain some measure of the final shreds of her dignity, even in her dreadfully weakened state, finally felt herself succumb to his oral exercise. He lightly bit at her interior, sending shivers of sexual excitement throughout her body. Each time she felt her muscles convulse in response to the stimulus of the officer, a simultaneous stab of pain reminded the helpless girl of her helplessness and prevented any gratification of her natural desire. But he left a large deposit of his own seed before her, as if at a pagan altar, where it mingled with a small deposit of her own.
Throughout this trial, she was rarely alone. No sooner had one of her tormentors left than another would arrive. In those exceptional minutes of solitude, the Champion sought refuge in sleep. But even her dreams mocked her, as visions of Penelope and Fausta pleaded with the superheroine to rescue them.
Each time she failed.
Finally, Wonder Woman was roused from her fitful sleep and the attendant nightmares of bungling when Kesselmann re-entered the cell where she was displayed for the officers. Accompanying the maimed Nazi general was a gaggle of strutting military men, smiling and expectant. They gathered around the poised Princess, watching breathlessly the shrunken figure who stood, as always listing slightly to his left, before the exhausted heroine.
'You must be prepared to receive the Führer's seed,' he said slowly, almost reverently. There was some giggling among a small group of the officers behind him, but they were quickly silenced by others. 'Your womb will be receptive only months from now, but once that moment arrives, the egg cannot fail to be implanted. Therefore,' here he turned to the Chilean officer standing nearest to him, 'you must be made more receptive to the sacred embryo you will carry.'
When he turned back to the hapless prisoner, Wonder Woman was first startled to see the size of the object he held. Its purpose was only too obvious, but it was the sheer enormity of the shiny black phallus that caused the Amazon Maiden to stare. It must have been twenty inches high and almost two inches in diameter at the base of the probe itself. Surely he couldn't intend…!?!
All of the officers watching with Kesselmann were smiling broadly, leering, at the plight of the helpless heroine. The Nazi himself, his features broken in that war so long ago, looked more like a skull as he gazed at her. 'And this object has one additional feature which I'm sure,' he said slowly, savouring every word, 'you will find most engaging.' Flicking a switch near the base of the shiny black probe, a small whirring sounded across the space between them. Barely audible at first, as he approached Wonder Woman the noise became more distinct.
The tip was vibrating madly, its back-and-forth motion a blur of action across a small space at the head of the object.
'The smoothness of the material will ensure that no part of your reproductive region is harmed,' Kesselmann said, as he handed it to a subordinate who would place it in a small recess in the pedastal on which the Amazon was poised. 'But its action will stimulate you sexually in such a way as to ensure the seating of the egg when it is deposited. Repeated applications of this stimulus will ensure your receptivity to implantation in the spring.
'There will be no failure in this experiment. The Führer's DNA will be placed in the egg. The egg will be implanted in your womb. The embryo of the next Adolf Hitler will be born. I will resurrect him, and with him, his movement. I will be his John the Baptist.'
'Sieg Heil!! Sieg Heil!! '
The words cracked off the stone walls of the room, and the bound Champion wondered whether she had somehow been transported back to Berlin in 1942.
'Uugggghh—AAAAAHHHH!!!'
Wonder Woman felt the tip of the object pass through the entrance of her sex, its slow, inexorable upward movement as tormenting to the captive as it was tantalising to the military observers. The phallus' cold hardness only added to a stimulation which was at first merely unsettling. Kesselmann flicked the toggle switch at the base of the object only after it had just passed the lips of the entrance to the bound Amazon. The vibrating tip almost immediately played itself against the full circumference of her vagina. As it whipped and rubbed against the sensitive tissue, moving so rapidly that it seemed to be stimulating the entire circumference of her organ simultaneously, the bound Amazon Princess felt her powerlessness serving to excite her.
The beautiful Amazon Maid had long understood that her strength as an Amazon was one of her chief defenses against Man's world and its terrors. When she was weakened, bound by chains, that very weakness sometimes became sexually exhilarating. In her current condition, with her weakness made manifest and constantly foremost in her awareness, she now felt jabs of sensuality plunge deep into her. It was the same sensuality she had felt on Paradise Island, as a young girl, when she had given herself over to one of her Amazon sisters, when she had allowed herself to adopt the subordinate position in the act of love. As Princess Diana, she was always expected to be the dominant partner, and many of her consorts feared the wrath of Hippolyte if the Queen were to learn of the Princess becoming the slave.
But, secretly, Princess Diana enjoyed the occasional opportunity to cast off the responsibility of always being in charge, to cease being royalty. And in those moments of submission, the woman whom the outside world only knew as Wonder Woman could give herself over totally in the act of love to its accompanying sensations.
Penelope had understood this need as well as her Amazon sisters, and allowed the heroine to adopt this passive role whenever she wished. The athletic blonde was a perfect companion at those moments, stimulating, directing, leading the Champion of All Women not to the derogation of a slave but to the fulfillment of her fantasies.
Penelope.
The reminder of her partner and friend also stabbed into the prisoner's heart and soul. Her current helplessness was reinforced as she realised that her lover had been murdered by the order of the man who stood in front of her. The vision of Penelope's long, straight blonde hair; the softness of her peaches-and-cream skin laying across those hard muscles of her arms and legs; her small perky breasts that fit so conveniently into Diana's mouth; the taut abdomen; her smell: as memories flooded through the captive's senses, the humiliation of the loss of her friend joined together with her current weakness and her emotions exploded. Tears welled up in her eyes as the combination of passion and shame overwhelmed her.
At the same time, the vibrator was vigourously beating against her interior, and the physical stimulation quickly became more than the powerless heroine could endure. Already weakened by the links that joined her bracelets and the hours of torment at the hands of the officers, the lovely Amazon Maiden surrendered to the device and to her memories.
'OOOOOOOHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhllllllllggggg!!'
'Behold, gentlemen! The great Wonder Woman of America! The most powerful female on earth! Quivering and crying like a silly girl! The Champion of All Women! Debased before us and reduced to her proper status!
The combination of physical and mental pain, on the one hand, and the manufactured sexual pleasure, on the other, was unendurable. The once powerful Amazon Champion felt the sharp spasms of agony rip along her arms to her shoulders and then back again, the painful torture never giving her respite. At the same time, the vibrator tip that was now mere centimeters inside her sent paroxysms of an entirely different sensation erupting from her sensitive entrance across her hips and deep into her, all the way to the base of her spine. Shaking as she wept openly, mourning the loss of her lover and the hallowed memories of the now-dead girl, she tried to draw her knees together, to pull the hard, black lover closer into her. But the position in which her bondage placed her sent a sharp prick of new pain through her body, from her feet to the small of her back.
'AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyygggggggggghhhhhhh!'
Wearing only her golden tiara, her red leather boots, and the linked Amazon bracelets, the naked woman's muscular body visibly quaked as grief and pain overtook her at last.
'OOOOoooooooooooohhhh—hhhooooo—mmmmmnnnnnnnnnn!'
Supporting her body on the points of her knees, Wonder Woman felt the combination of pain and pleasure sear through her. The black probe whose tip had now totally disappeared into her sat almost majestically between her perfect, round thighs, rising slowly into the helpless girl, carrying its pleasure closer and closer to fruition. As it was raised with mechanical slowness by the altar on which the Champion was pinioned, it sent rapture to the girl's interior. The tip was searching out the beautiful Amazon Princess' g-spot, but in doing so, it invariably forced passionate responses from the victim as a result of its contact with other sensitive zones.
The pricking was even deeper inside Wonder Woman now. Its depth would be measured in inches, and the remorseless, inexorable lover pressed deeper and deeper. Its constantly twisting, gyrating tip aroused the helpless heroine. And the reminiscences of her lover's gentle touch, smell, and technique magnified the heights she reached.
'Pennnnelll—oooooohhhhhhhhh! AH! AH! AAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'
She came for the first time.
As she did, her body spasmed, and pain, the sister to her pleasure, shot through all of her physical being. Her head fell back, her long black hair, defiled by spit and semen, cascading all the way to her bound wrists, drawn nearly to her booted ankles and locked behind the metal post. In the room's bright ceiling lights, the gold of her tiara glinted brightly, and the helplessness on her face was evident for all to see. Her mouth hung open and a combination of tears and sweat rolled down the sides of her face, falling off in droplets onto her arms and the bare floor below. Soon the spatters formed small pools.
The beauty of the woman stunned those who watched. Laughter had filled the room from the moment of her first cry of agony, but as she had risen to such heights of ecstasy as few had ever scaled, the sheer physical allure of the Champion of All Women overwhelmed all who saw her. The laughter faded. Many of the officers cupped their hands in front of them, masking the massaging their groins.
'OOOOOOHHHHHHH!OOOOHHHH!! OOOHHH!!! OOHH!!!!'
The heaving chest and the sweating form of the mightiest of earth's women captivated the Chilean officers. Even in her pain, her body shook, pulled at its bonds, strained against the links which stole its strength. Overwhelmed by the vision of her lover, recalling the sensuality of their last embrace, mere days ago, the powerless Amazon girl gave herself over to the power of her love.
The posture in which she knelt on her altar brought the black object penetrating her to her most sensitive point. There, for a moment, the object would press not deeper into the prisoner, though that course would eventually be resumed, but rather it would push harder against the tissue wall as if attempting to burst through her mons veneris from inside her. Her body quaked at the stimulation, tears streaked down the side of her face, sweat flowed from her pores and rolled in huge droplets down her face, neck, shoulders and breasts. Her taut abdomen glistened with perspiration in the harsh light of her prison. The muscles in her thighs visibly quivered and she pressed her knees against the board on which they rested in an effort to relieve the pain that accompanied the pleasure she now sought to amplify. Her cries of bliss were mixed with the sobs of a woman in agony. She threw her head about, the black hair forming a billowing cloud around her head, as she seemed to be willing herself to absorb the punishment as a price for the exultation she felt.
She came again, her honey this time running freely down the shaft of the probe. And then she came once more, the sweet-smelling substance seeming to jet from her to the base of the object and then to the floor.
'Look, gentlemen,' Kesselmann said, laughing, 'see the indecent slut, how she gives herself over to sensual pleasure for your entertainment.'
But Wonder Woman didn't hear him. For the poor Amazon, the ringing in her ears and the rushing wind that filled her head both overwhelmed anything that could be heard in the room. But Kesselmann's remark evoked no laughter. For the men observing their prisoner, the tension was sharp enough to be cut with a knife.
End of Chapter Seven
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