Wonder Woman: The Return of Kane
by marat
Chapter Six
Wonder Woman turned back toward the men in the chamber. As she faced them, she realised that they had moved closer and now formed a semicircle across her front. Even Dr. Ganguly, his face soaked with perspiration and shaking with nervousness, now stood in front of the Amazon heroine.
‘You were my first choice to be the Führer’s mother, Wonder Woman,’ Liddy said. ‘A great man requires more than a merely beautiful mother, he requires a great woman.’ Then an inspiration led him to add, ‘You will be proud of him.’
Liddy saw that his ploy had worked. The shock that registered on the Amazon’s face told him that she found the suggestion infuriating. It would be no problem to weaken her, after all. He needed only to prod her a few more times and her defenses would be defeated.
Liddy assumed that Kane had told the heroine about the drug in her system (if indeed that were true, he would be fired for that!), but he didn’t know that for a fact. He walked back and forth in a semicircle in front of the Princess, telling her of how she would be celebrated; greater celebration even than she has received as an American heroine: she would be the mother of a new race of men, men who would achieve greatness because of the rebornFührer. And so on.
He saw the tears of anger come to her eyes. It wouldn’t be long now.
Wonder Woman strove mightily to bring her rage under control. Through concentration on her breathing, she felt her heart rate slow, but she knew that the colour in her face was not yet gone. The movement of her head as she watched the men—as she watched Liddy—became less jerky. Through the narrowed eyes of a huntress she observed her enemies.
She saw Valdez. He seemed to be smiling a thin smile, his head slightly turned downward and his eyes cast upward; he gazed at her. In the bright overhead lights, he looked positively sinister. Or perhaps, angelic.
Next to him was Jonas. The heavy bandage on his broken nose cast a long, dark shadow across the lower half of his face, obscuring it almost totally.
Liddy walked slowly back and forth in front of these men arrayed behind him. She had stopped listening to him as she prepared herself for the ordeal she knew would come. The Amazon realised that what he was doing was provoking her. She understood now more than ever that she could not allow her emotions to get out of control. Liddy, she understood now, knew of her weakness.
‘Oh, fuck this!!’ Jonas shouted, and threw himself at Wonder Woman.
‘NO! Not YET!!’ shouted George, knowing that Wonder Woman had not yet been sufficiently distracted.
For her part, Wonder Woman was grateful for the combat. She knew Liddy would continue to probe for the emotional button that would result in her disadvantage. This attack would bring that search to a screeching halt.
The look on Jonas’ face would have been comical were it not so frightening. The bulbous bandage covering his nose, in this light, gave him the look of a badly made-up clown. But the violence implicit in his mouth, teeth bared, a growl even emerging from his throat, removed any humour from the moment. She turned to face his charge, left leg forward, arms bent at the elbows, leaning in toward the huge figure.
Wonder Woman caught him in mid-step, her strong fingers gripping the sides of his muscular body. She lifted his 250+ pounds easily, and, turning in a single smooth movement, smashed him hard into the doorframe behind her. The force of the crash dislodged the frame from the wall. The Amazon heroine deposited his unconscious body, almost gently, against the far wall, outside the room.
She strode from the light of the doorway into the shadows of the room with a confidence Liddy had only seen in the films he had studied. The heroine stood in the darkness inside the room; Liddy was in the light; but only Valdez and Dr. Ganguly remained at his side now. Wonder Woman was certain she would now punish these men who were responsible for her earlier humiliations. The three remaining operatives slowly retreated before the Amazon. Even so, they remained spread across her front, so that she could not attack more than one with any move.
Liddy continued to talk, looking for the recipe that would give vent to the drug that sat waiting, patiently, in her system. He knew that reminding her of the waiting-to-be-born Führer, and of her proposed motherhood, offered the best possibility of success.
But the opening would come from another quarter.
‘Come, my little slut,’ Valdez interrupted, speaking quietly. ‘Show me again the wonders,’ he paused, ‘of your talents.’
Wonder Woman flushed as she turned to face him directly. Her body had stiffened and she took a single step toward this perennial tormentor. In the darkness, the men could not see the fury that crossed her face, but Valdez knew it was there. He pressed his advantage.
‘Put your mouth again around me, fondle me with your tongue, press your delicate fingers into my balls. Do all the things you have done so—wonderfully. For you seem to be so appropriately named, Wonder Woman. Come, my little slut,’ he seemed to sense how that appellation incensed her, ‘come to me and display your wonders: your beautiful breasts, so firm, yet so giving; your mouth, so talented; your toit, so sweet-smelling and ever remaining tight. You are truly a wonder: a goddess by your beauty and strength; a mere girl by your innocence and fragility; and a true woman, for I have experienced you, I have known you, as only a real man can know a woman.’
Wonder Woman’s breathing became shallower as Valdez berated her, humiliated her in front of the other men, recounting the smallest details of his rape, her degradation. The images of those events passed before her and her jaw tightened, her muscles tensed, her eyes widened; and she felt the weakness slowly spread from her chest and shoulders. She tried to concentrate, but as Valdez took a step closer, he reached out, and gently brushed her bare upper arm. As the warmth of his hand barely brushed her naked flesh, a chill ran down her spine. He touched her arm again, this time with the back of his hand, running it down to her elbow.
‘Come, my little slut. Show me again the ecstasy you alone seem able to bring to any—to every—man. The silken skin of your belly, wet with our mixed sweat; your muscular thighs, wrapped around my waist, holding me to you as our bodies join in bliss; your lips, soft on my own or wrapped around me, engaging my prick. Come, Wonder Woman, my little slut. Show us the sluttish talents that make you every man’s fantasy. Show me again the sluttish talents that make you my slut.’
Wonder Woman’s throat was already dry and her voice came out of the darkness as a harsh whisper. ‘I’m—not a—slut.’ She was sweating more heavily now.
‘Oh, but you are,’ Valdez continued, his voice never rising above the quiet level at which it had started. ‘You have performed well for me.’ And began again, describing in intimate detail, her disgrace. ‘I remember how your hands, how your soft hands, slowly and exquisitely brushed from my balls upward and across my stomach as you sucked my cock, Wonder Woman. I remember taking one of them and guiding it to my ass, and how delicately—and expertly—you pushed your finger into me, heightening my sensual pinnacle. I remember how, your mouth filled with my cum, you fell on your back and spread your legs for my friend and me. I remember your whorish moans, how your sensuality filled your voice with a cry for pity, and you drove us to unimagined heights of rapture. I lay on top of your strong and supple body, and yet it was you who drove your mouth against mine; your tongue pressed so deeply into my mouth that you explored to entire geography of the roof of my mouth with it. You were still, almost completely still, as you lay beneath me. I felt the pressure of your mouth against mine, and I felt the circular movement of your hips. Even pressed against the floor, they moved round and round, in small circles, taking me with them. Then they moved up and down, and in and out, and then back to circles again. Truly, your abilities to tantalise a male, to drive a man to sexual fulfillment, to harden me and to keep me there, all of these talents are those of a slut. Do you remember the demand that you keep me erect for ten minutes without cumming? You did that, and so much more.’ On and on he went.
As Valdez continued his marathon description, Liddy moved slowly to his left, away from the Latin giant. He quickly and effortlessly moved into the darkness that shrouded Wonder Woman. Once there he allowed his eyes to adjust to the conditions. When he spied the Amazon staring at Valdez, seemingly entranced by his monologue, he stepped toward her quickly. He approached the seemingly transfixed heroine, and he dreamed the dream of every man who had found himself tantalised by the beautiful Princess. He already saw himself taking her. His mouth watered at the possibility.
But beneath his feet a floorboard gave only a slight protest, and the Amazon turned. She took a step in his direction and her left hand flashed out, targeted on his temple. Liddy hit the floor with an ignominious thump, and was silent.
As their boss slumped to the floor, the other two men leapt forward. Dr. Ganguly sought to minister to the fallen White House official. He saw the bloody nose caused by the hardwood floor and the bruise raised by the Amazon’s powerful blow on the temple. The doctor immediately suspected a concussion.
Valdez, on the other hand, took a single step toward the Amazon heroine, balling his fists and seeking revenge. His right flashed out, catching the distracted Champion square on the jaw. She fell heavily against the wall next to the door and slid to the floor, stunned, but not unconscious. The huge Cuban pounced on the figure and wrapped his mammoth hand around her bustier, holding it between her ample breasts. He pulled her up to a sitting position. He punched her twice more, the savagery of the blows echoing in the room. She slipped to the floorboards, unmoving. When he removed his hand from her cleavage, it was covered with her sweat. Valdez paused and brought it up to his face, sniffing her odor, and, in doing so, catching his breath. He pulled her to a sitting position.
Wonder Woman sat, swaying slightly, holding her upright position only by the placement of her hands on the floor. Her eyes were closed. Valdez reached under her arms and grasped the sides of her torn bustier firmly in his hands. He firmly lifted the Amazon warrior to her feet. From there he guided her, almost gently, toward the door. In the shadows, she stumbled against him, grunting at the contact. She leaned against him briefly in the shadows. As her hair brushed his face, he smelled her perspiration.
When they entered the circle of bright light around the door, he noted that her appearance was strikingly different from earlier. Her entire body shone with a coating of sweat, the result of the memories of her treatment at the hands of Valdez and Jonas, the anger she had felt, and the strain of her inability to control her own feelings and emotions. Portions of red satin just below her breasts were stained a deeper colour. So were the upper limits of the back of the bustier, where rivulets of perspiration still ran all the way from her shoulders. The blue satin of her tights was almost completely stained a darker blue, front and rear, the white stars standing out now in sharper contrast with the richer, bluer hue. Her hair was hanging limply and stuck to her forehead and shoulders. The gold of the tiara buried in it was covered with droplets of perspiration. Her deep blue eyes were closed, beads of sweat surrounding them on her forehead, on her model’s cheekbones, even on the straight bridge of her nose. The nostrils flared widely as her breathing came shallowly, but rapidly. Her mouth was open slightly and her white teeth almost glistened in the brilliant lights from the hall. The pink of her perfectly formed aureoles peeked over the top of the stained red satin. She staggered through the doorway and into the passage, and then stood, swaying, as if trying to determine which way to fall. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, useless, seemingly weighed down by the Amazon bracelets at her wrists. The red leather of her boots glistened, and the leather itself complained softly as she took the few steps that Valdez guided her.
Valdez gazed at his prize. He smiled broadly now. He glanced back briefly at his unconscious superior, and then lifted the heroine ever so gently in his arms. His powerful arms supported her under her knees and at her shoulders, her hips resting provocatively against his groin. Once again, his organ swelled at the promise that she tendered. Her head fell back, her hair passing just above the floor as Valdez carried her down the hall.
Valdez bulled through the door to the lounge, almost knocking the frame out of the wall. It looked like a small bulldozer had crashed through. The door hung loosely from only the top hinge and there were gaping holes in the plaster around the wooden frame. Valdez hastened to the rear of the room, where another door stood open. He carried his trophy into the back room. This had been where agents had offered incentives and rewards to those who had been held in the safe house, incentives to examine the benefits of American society and the rewards of American generosity. Not to mention CIA ingenuity.
There was lots of leather: leather tables, leather whips, restraints, and pads; after he deposited Wonder Woman on one of the beds, this one covered in leather sheets, he moved back to the entry and pressed the light switch.
The room changed from the harsh fluorescent white light to a deep red. The black and brown leather everywhere took on a darker hue. Valdez loved this place. He had only brought two others among his many conquests here, and each of those experiences had been spectacular. The women had been phenomenal, the sex had been almost miraculous, and the effects on his partners had been… terminal.
Wonder Woman lay unmoving on the firm mattress. Valdez grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright. He dug deep beneath the pillows near the head of the bed. This would make his reputation, he thought. He would be the one who finally got Wonder Woman.
He found the thick metal ring and pulled it up. It was about an inch-and-a-half wide, made of heavy stainless steel on the outside rim, with about an inch of soft leather padding inside. It was of a diameter that was more than ample for the neck of the Amazon Princess. At the back of the collar a thick steel rod returned into the recesses of the pillows and mattress, secured within and beneath. The rod was heavy and thick, and secured so that it would require superhuman strength—strength Wonder Woman could no longer draw upon—to escape its grasp.
Valdez flicked open the collar, using his thumb and forefinger. It fell apart like the jaws of a bear trap. He then placed Wonder Woman’s head on the pillows, her neck lying across the collar’s soft leather lining. He snapped it shut around her soft and lovely throat. A metal strap locked the collar. The Latino strongman then twisted a dial on the side, drawing it snug around her neck. The barely conscious Champion stirred, the satin of her uniform and the leather of the sheets creating a sensual rhapsody that gave rise to a tingle in Valdez’s already engorged organ. She moaned as the collar restrained her, holding her in the center of the bed; she twisted, involuntarily seeking her freedom, turning on her side, but the metal jaws held her in place. Inside the collar, her neck slid about easily, but she remained in place. Valdez’s large, open hand slapped the Amazon heroine on the side of the face, ending this moment of rebellion. She lay still on her back.
Valdez looked at his helpless captive. Even in the dim light, he could see her chest rising and falling, inviting him. He groped between her back and the mattress, looking for the clasps that secured her bustier and breastplate to her torso. The contrast of the soft, pliable leather sheets on which Wonder Woman lay and the silken softness of her skin that sheathed the hard muscularity of her back was striking. Every sensual spur that attacked his highly stimulated awareness was magnified, multiplied, raised exponentially. Every sight, every touch, every sound and smell drove him higher into the reaches of a sexual ecstasy he had never achieved before. The faint, even breathing of his prisoner led him to lock his thighs to prevent ruining what would be the capstone of his life.
There they are! He felt the light metal clasps open, one by one. The taut, glistening golden eagle of her breastplate went slack and, as Valdez pulled his hand from beneath her, red satin pulled out with it. He lifted the protection from her and saw, for the third time in mere days, what so many men had only dreamt of seeing: the full roundness of her breasts, their unflawed surface and gravity-defying firmness; her ribs appeared and disappeared below the finely toned muscles of her chest as she breathed; her abdomen lifted and fell almost unnoticeably; around her waist, angled between her left hip and the ribs on her right side, was the gleaming golden belt, and attached to it, the famous magic lasso; at her hips, the dark blue of her tights enveloped the most unbelievable, indescribable sexuality he had ever experienced. The narrow width of those tights barely covered the raven bush he knew was there. Even the presence of that sweet-smelling delight could not be discerned by simply looking at her genitals, so strong were the threads of the costume and so perfect was its fit. The narrow star-spangled satin was high-cut, revealing the top of her thigh, and marked a ‘V’ that drew the eyes of all lusting males who sought fulfillment of their fantasies.
He stood and removed his jacket, then his tie. He opened his shirt all the way to his navel, revealing his almost hairless chest. His upper body glistened in the dim, seductive lighting. Kicking off his shoes, he replaced them with soft leather moccasins. The huge Latino walked almost silently to a nearby display case mounted on the wall and readily selected one of the whips on view there. Its short length and unique handle made it his favourite plaything. He returned to the reviving Amazon Champion.
‘Wha-what are you going to do with me?’ Wonder Woman was barely audible. Her hands found the steel collar that enclosed her throat. Without effect, her fingers tugged at the ring. Failing, they fell weakly back to the bed.
‘Quiet, you bitch!’ Valdez ordered firmly.
He brought the hard leather down on her abdomen. The Champion of All Women didn’t flinch, didn’t make a sound. Her eyes flew open as she focused on the man above her. Her brief look of surprise and anger signaled to her tormentor to bring another blow to her body, just below the diaphragm.
Again her emotions betrayed the helpless Amazon. Recognising Valdez and recalling her treatment at his hands, anger and the desire for retribution filled her heart. Even her Amazon training was ill equipped to handle what the Princess felt. She knew that her only hope was to return to a controlled demeanor. But when she saw the delight in Valdez’s eyes, when she saw him licking his lips in anticipation of yet another humiliation, the fury that lurched into her heart made such control impossible. Intellectually, she knew what it would take to save her; but emotionally, she was unable to maintain that level of command. Adrenaline raced into her system to prepare her for the task she so desired to fulfill; at the same time the Ludovicalamene overpowered its effects.
Wonder Woman watched helplessly, unmoving, as Valdez raised the leather whip yet again. She stared as the giant brought it down with unrestrained force once more just below her diaphragm. There was a small grunt this time and her legs jerked upward.
Valdez smiled. She had noticed that one! Before he was through, she would be well aware of the pain he was capable of inflicting. He was certain she remembered his earlier handling of her. Jonas had always been the one who preferred to have his victims unbound, free to resist. He had enjoyed using his physical advantage. But Valdez always wanted them to know who was in control, to be aware of their weakness at his hands. That was why Jonas had held the Amazon in place when he had taken her. That was why the collar now restrained her.
Even in the dim light, he could see her eyes following him, watching his every move. He stepped toward her and took hold of the golden belt that hung askew around her waist. He twisted it so that the clasps, which were usually against her back, faced him. He easily took them apart and pulled the glistening belt from her. He slipped the lasso from its place and set it on the night table.
‘Please, no,’ she whispered.
The plea seemed to incense the man holding the whip. His next move was to fiercely grab the star-spangled remains of her uniform, the blue satin protection for her most intimate area; it lay tightly stretched across her hips, hugging her lovingly. He yanked her star-spangled tights roughly past her thighs and her boots.
‘I said, shut up, you cunt! You don’t speak unless I give you permission!’ There was a deep fury in his voice. Standing directly over the trapped woman, he brought his weapon forcefully down on her breast.
‘Ooooohhhh!’ This time there was agony in the Amazon’s groan.
Valdez then took the carved hard leather handle and reversed it in his hand. The design looked like an immense phallus, though it narrowed toward the tip. The gleam of the hard leather implement, and the damage it could cause, were visible and raised a dread in the Amazon. Without missing a beat, Valdez rammed the entire length of the leather grip into the heroine. In her dry sex, the cutting edges of the ridged leather tore at her insides as it was driven fully into the weakened Champion.
She screamed. Wonder Woman’s voice filled the room, and then quickly dropped off to a sobbing moan. She lay on the bed, frog-legged, trying to lessen the anguish pressing deep into her. But Valdez would not let up. The sadistic Latino now pushed the whip’s handle into the woman, almost lifting her bodily from her bed. He withdrew slightly and rammed it fully home again. Wonder Woman screamed once again. This time her voice was weaker.
‘I guess you get the point.’
Leaving the implement deep inside the Champion of All Women, Valdez reached to the back of the collar that held her in place on the bed and that elevated her head slightly from the leather bedspread. He twisted a small circular dial, setting the timer. Then he punched the setting three times. He had done this so often he no longer needed to see the setting fall into place. In half an hour, Wonder Woman would be dead.
The mechanical timer would gradually tighten the metal ring that circled the collar that enclosed her soft throat. By pushing the end of the loop continuously forward, one end of the collar would thus overlap the ring and the circumference would get smaller and smaller, tightening the loop, shutting off her air supply, crushing her windpipe, and constricting bloodflow to the brain. In weaker victims, it even offered to break their neck. It had happened once. (That had been a bloody mess!)
Each time he punched the timer added ten minutes to the Princess’ life: three times, thirty minutes. That should be plenty of time to enjoy this Amazon Princess, this Champion of All Women! She had shown her talents earlier, while she had been chained. Now he had defeated her without her bonds. He had mastered the great Wonder Woman. His reputation was set.
Quietly, the mechanical timer set on its deadly course.
Valdez was not a gentle lover when his partner was restrained. He looked down on the luscious form of the trapped Amazon, saw her muscular body twisting in reaction to the whip’s handle that impaled her, watched her hands pawing futilely at the metal ring at her throat. Her could see her Amazon bracelets, glinting dimly in the light, moving—rising and falling—a reminder of just how helpless she was, and a reminder to him of her impending doom. The slow, seemingly aimless movements told him that her death would be immensely pleasurable. The instant of her death—he would come at that precise moment. His seed pouring into her would be the final sensation of her lifetime. She would not—could not—resist him. The sense of power that filled him at this moment only served to further stimulate him, engorging him, tingling his member beyond anything he had ever experienced as he brushed his hand along the silken muscularity of her thigh.
Wonder Woman had thus far been a lethargic victim at the hands of Valdez. She felt the leather implement deep inside her; she felt the metal ring pressing against the bottom of her jaw. Even the leather padding inside the ring felt tighter now, as if the ring were somehow tighter around her throat. She weakly raised her hands to the collar: One end of the ring overlapped the other. It was getting smaller. She grabbed the collar more tightly, tugging futilely at it, trying to stop the advance of the end of the metal ring. But she couldn’t grab it, couldn’t stop it!
She realised only now that indeed he intended to kill her; she must fight back. She tried to clear her mind, tried to find the Zen-like state that would allow her to find the strength she needed. As she tried to relax her body, she immediately tensed again as the handle of the whip was torn from her insides.
‘Wonder Woman.’ When Valdez said her name this time, the contempt fairly dripped from it. ‘Wonder Woman. How long have you lorded over men? How long have you been arrogantly displaying yourself, your legs, your tits, seeming to offer yourself? But the offer is a lie. You present yourself to every man as a fantasy, an offering to be taken and enjoyed. But should any man try to do so… the offering is a false one.’
He held the whip in his left hand, she saw. The helpless Princess, still aching, tried to return to her peaceful interior, but she couldn’t entirely shut out his denunciation. She knew that she must find that serene preserve, for she had already experienced the violence of which he was capable. Only at that inner space would she find the strength to save herself.
‘How long have you been preaching at us, holding yourself up in a sanctimonious, self-righteous display? Pride is a sin, Wonder Woman. A sin that must be expunged. Your pride shows in your attitude, your attire, your aura of supremacy over men, men who are your natural superiors. Women look at you as giving them equality with men and we are beginning to see the results of such an attitude: Abortion, women working outside the home, which is their sphere, women holding positions superior to men. I will strip you of your pride, Wonder Woman.’ Here he paused, shaking his head. ‘Imagine! Women giving orders to men.’
Wonder Woman dug down deep within herself, trying to find her sanctuary.
‘Is it pride that keeps you silent, Wonder Woman? Yours is the pride of the harlot. I have seen whores, Wonder Woman. I saw them in Havana and I see them in this country. They walk the streets of our cities without shame, without humility. It is the same arrogance you display.
‘You entice men with your wares, Wonder Woman. You flaunt your legs and your tits. Your costume presents them to men, offering them a vision of paradise, driving men to irrational acts, driving them to a frenzy. I know, for I have felt the desires that you create.’
Valdez had removed his shirt and begun to undo his trousers as he had berated the Amazon. The neatly folded shirt was placed on the chair next to the bed. He casually dropped his pants and stepped out of them as he continued.
‘Still you are silent, slut?’ He stooped and picked them up. They too were folded carefully and placed on top of his shirt. He kicked off the moccasins and crawled next to his captive, moving smoothly on the leather sheets.
‘Do you acknowledge what you are?’ He pulled himself up on top of the Amazon, his prick already enlarged, droplets of sweat already forming on his dark face. With his hand he reached toward her sore vagina, and at the same time his mouth sought her generous breasts. Even as he gasped for air, he began to nibble at the pink nipple, his bite sending shivers through the Princess at the same time her hands sought purchase to the steel ring circling her throat. Slowly, his tongue and teeth sensed the hardening of her nipple. Simultaneously, his middle and index fingers began a soothing massage of her nether lips. As her clit budded between his fingers, his ring finger added its manipulations to the tender area. He inserted his middle finger only as far as the first knuckle, sweeping it back and forth gently inside her, seeking the sweet-smelling honey he had found on earlier occasions.
Wonder Woman was barely aware of the responses of her body to his ministrations. Through the haze that surrounded her, she was most aware of the band that was enclosed ever more tightly around her throat. She could no longer fully open her mouth to draw in the air she needed to fight back. The ring now held Wonder Woman’s throat securely within its circumference.
The rapist felt her moisten as her clit blossomed. Expertly, sweat pouring down his face, his breaths becoming ever louder as his excitement peaked, he manipulated the heroine to a higher and higher ecstatic physical response even as she struggled against the device slowly strangling her. His tongue played across her breast and nipple, his teeth pinched the pale protrusion, and mouth engulfed her fullness. His own wild rapture engorged his manhood as it strained upward and outward from him. He could feel the faint physical pain that went with his mammoth hard-on. He released her breast, and he looked up at her panicked face. He felt her legs move next to him and he heard the rasping of her breath. The necklace was doing its job. He took advantage as Wonder Woman’s legs straightened tensely and lifted up from the dark leather.
Without releasing his hand from her sex, continuing his probing, stroking, tickling, Valdez raised himself from the position where he lay next to his captive, and he threw his leg across her hips so that he straddled her. From this position he could look down on the whore, see her struggle, and watch her death. He pulled his hands from between her legs and brought the fingers to his mouth and nose. Once again, the oh-so-sweet smell of her juices floated over him, mixed with the sweat that rolled down his face. He licked his fingers and rubbed them over his upper lip. Her taste was unlike any woman he had ever had. Truly sugary, not harsh or brackish, she was unique, and she would remain so in his memory.
His left hand glided up and down her side, taking pleasure in the silken smoothness of her flesh, the rounded musculature lying beneath, and the arched curves of her ribs as she struggled to breathe. Finally, it rested on her hip, pinching the Amazon’s finely tuned body at the waist. His index and middle fingers caressed her back in small circles, and he saw how she arched her body in response to his small movements. Or was it a sign of her struggle against death? No matter! She was responding to his efforts in either case.
With the smell of his victim still lingering about his nose and mouth, the giant Cuban placed his right hand on her left breast, feeling its hard roundness at the same time he sought her accelerated heartbeat. This is how a slut/heroine dies, he thought. The arrogance born of her abilities will not allow her to conceive of her own death. He brushed the sweat from his eyes with his muscular forearm. Valdez smiled down on his prisoner.
The Amazon Princess vainly tore at the collar that was slowly tightening around her neck. Her legs kicked ever more weakly behind the upright Cuban.
‘You slut! Slut! Sluu-uttt!’ Valdez cursed. ‘Admit it!’ He slowly eased himself back between her legs, leaned forward, and then, using his right hand to direct his rigid member, he slid into the Champion of All Women once again. His right leg worked its way underneath her stiff left leg and then sinuously wrapped itself around the muscular extremity. The pliant leather of her boot rested on top of his ankle and foot, and the sensation was enough to cause his heart to race even more. Her right knee bent and Wonder Woman tried to wrap that leg around Valdez’s waist. The right boot rested against his naked ass, further stimulating her tormentor. The precum oozing from the tip of his manhood mixed with the juices he had coaxed from her and he slipped easily far into the warm and tight space she offered. He saw her eyes widen as he pushed further and further into her and a new stimulation registered on her face, distracting her from her life-and-death struggle.
She was beginning to gag, as the ring was a little more than snug around her throat. He growled at the helpless, distracted woman, ‘You slut! You bitch! Puta!’ This degradation was part of the experience for him.
Valdez pushed himself up, and he felt his heart pounding as if it would push right through his chest. The large hands of the gigantic Cuban, formerly so gentle, now landed one powerful blow after another on her face, her breasts, and her naked body. At the same time, his hips pushed him deeper and deeper into her, stimulation tingling now at the tip of his cock. He rocked his body forwards and back, stimulating himself, pushing himself ever deeper into his captive. The force of his body lifted her hips from the leather on which the powerless woman lay.
And all the while, his denunciations again rained down on her.
‘Admit it, you cunt! You’re nothing but a slut!’ he shouted hoarsely.
Wonder Woman was still able to breathe, though she didn’t know how long this would be the case. Through gritted teeth, she threw her defiance back in his face. ‘Noo—not… a slut!’
Again and again his punches rained down on her. Those that landed against her head drove her into the pillows that lay around her. Her hands were still grabbing at the metal necklace that now threatened her life so Valdez’s punches that might have struck her upper torso or her breasts were blocked by the powerful arms of the Champion of All Women. Those that he drove straight down into her abdomen found only the hard muscle that protected her. But after several minutes their resistance lessened and he heard the soft gasps of air that exploded from within her.
‘I said, admit it, woman.’ He combined the hard punches with humiliating slaps across her face. ‘Say it! Say you’re aslut!’
Wonder Woman’s fingers failed to make their way underneath the leather pads that were inside the loop that circled her neck. The struggling Princess now laid her thumbs and the flat of her hands along the bottom of the metal, pushing upward with all the strength she could muster. She felt her death coming closer as the ring inexorably tightened, even as blow after blow crashed against her, pushing her head back, slowly softening the firm muscles of her abdomen, slapping hard against the muscles of her arms.
Her breathing was louder now, but she still defied Valdez. ‘I am…not a slut!’ The last three words were a harsh whisper.
Looking around, Valdez spied the whip that had impaled her earlier. ‘We’ll see about that,’ he said, staring the black leather. Turning back to face the trapped heroine, he smashed her face with his meaty right fist. Drawing up his knees and withdrawing from the dazed Champion, he reached across the bed and picked up the whip. ‘Not a slut, eh? Well, how about…this?’
For a second time, the phallic black leather handle plunged into the Amazon. The pain of the intrusion elevated her from the bed. Her booted legs flailed, stiffened, then flailed again. Wonder Woman saw a bright red haze wash across her vision, a red brilliance that remained with her even when she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to press her shoulders forward and upward in an effort to comfort herself from the agony that reached upward from her vagina, rattling her spine and clawing at her abdomen. The tightness of the collar stifled the scream, so that what emerged was only a raspy screech.
Valdez pushed and twisted the phallus inside the Amazon Champion. ‘Come, my little slut,’ the huge Cuban said, his volume reflecting his exertions as he worked the implement inside her. ‘Say it. Just three little words. Not hard.’
The helpless Wonder Woman tore at the necklace. At the same time her hips writhed wildly, her leather boots glinting in the dim light. Her hands pushed on the metal ring, her fingers sought leverage to pull it away from her neck, which was now soaked with sweat, the striated muscles drawn taut.
Her denial was trapped in her throat like a lump. All that she could muster was a ragged hiss, a hiss that turned inward as Valdez again pushed the whip deep into her.
Her head was held firmly in place by the tightening ring, so her tiara glinted with a steady golden gleam, her ebony hair almost unmoving as she thrashed about on the bed. Only a slight side-to-side jiggle of her head was observable as the Amazon neared death. But below the black metal line of the ring, it was a different story. Every inch of her perfect body was coated with perspiration, running in rivulets toward the black leather sheets on which the Champion lay. Her shoulders and arms worked feverishly against the hard metal ring that circled her neck. Her fingers tried to grasp the metal, but failed to find purchase against the tightened circle that now squeezed the breath from her. They pushed against the black metal, the panic seizing the Princess obvious in their constant shifting, changing positions. The silver Amazonium bracelets that circled her wrists shone in a contrast next to the dull unyielding circle around her throat.
At the same time that she worked with an increasing desperation against the strangling ring, her hips moved with a similar alarm up and down and side to side. They carried with them the black leather dildo that Valdez held firmly inside her, twisting, pushing, turning. Her boots were flat against the leather sheets, under her thighs; her knees were bent, her legs spread. Her abdomen was just below Valdez’s face as he watched, smiling, the double agony of the Princess. The two halves of her body seemed to be working independently, her muscular arms and shoulders focused on restoring free breathing, while her hips and legs responded to the stimulation of the heavy leather intruder.
Valdez watched lasciviously; he was unaware as saliva formed at the corner of his mouth, then spun downward forming a puddle on the bed. Finally, when he could take it no longer, he released the whip, leaving the Amazon’s hips elevated, and wrapped his muscular arms around her sweaty waist, pushing his face into her ample breasts. He took the sweaty smell of her body full into his nostrils; he sucked up the streaming perspiration from her torso, its salt driving him to the heights of ecstasy. He shifted his weight so that he lay upon her again, but her body didn’t drop to the bed under his mass, as it had the last time he had laid on the Princess of the Amazons. But he didn’t notice. Reaching behind him he pulled the handle of the whip from her tortured sex and maneuvered himself between her legs. His enormous cock slipped into her aching vagina, where the wet warmth soothed the pain he felt. But it was the stimulation to the tip that made him release his wad immediately. A guttural animal cry filled the room as he came, his triumph almost complete. He pressed himself deeper still into the Amazon.
At the same time, Wonder Woman continued her struggle for life, almost oblivious to the monstrous climax Valdez had achieved. The necklace was most threatening now. It held her firmly in its grasp. As she dug in her heels on the bed, elevating her ass, seeking a release, an easy breath, she was not able to move her neck and shoulders. The struggling woman actually felt the collar tightening; what air she could draw into her lungs came at great physical expense.
The red haze brought on by the painful intrusion of the whip into her had lifted, and it was replaced by brightly lit spots that came and went. Her eyes could no longer focus. The simultaneous pain from Valdez’s repeated assaults on her sex with the whip handle faded as the heroine sought only her next breath. She noticed nothing of his penetration and climax. Then, through the fog of pain and panic, she heard the Cuban’s distinctive voice: ‘Admit it, bitch. Say it! You’re a slut!!’
She fought against the choking collar, and finally whispered, barely audibly, ‘Not… not… not… a… slut!’ And, with a desperate movement, the Amazon Princess dropped her body to the bed, straightening her legs and quickly drawing her knees upward. It will never be known whether it was luck, or the guidance of Diana, the goddess for whom the Princess was named, but this powerful movement threw the giant Cuban into the bed hardwood headboard. As he did so, his flaccid penis was pulled from the grip of her toit. Dazed, he rolled off the captive, holding his head; then he fell from the bed to the floor, the heavy ‘Thump!’ filling the room.
With his attacks on her temporarily ended, Wonder Woman struggled mightily to attack the ever-tightening ring at her throat. Its grip was now tight enough to draw away her remaining strength. The spots before her eyes were brighter and more prolific now. The Amazon Champion struggled to breathe, and gagged again, trying to allow for even a small breath to enter her lungs.
Laying her thumbs along the bottom of the ring, she pushed upward with all of her remaining strength, knowing that if she failed in this effort, her life was over.
The necklace snapped, sending small pieces of metal and leather spiraling around the dim room.
It snapped easily, like it would have when Wonder Woman was fully armed with her Amazon strength.
The Amazon held two pieces of the metal and leather in her hands, drawing deep breaths, her eyes closed. As she breathed in two, three deep breaths, she rolled onto her side. It was only when she had won this victory that she felt the pain in her sensitive sex. Gingerly, she rolled to the edge of the bed. She pushed herself up, swung her legs to the floor and sat up. The exertion exhausted her.
She held her head in her hands. She opened her eyes and saw the floor between her booted calves. The Champion of All Women rocked back and forth slowly, trying to recuperate as quickly as she could.
She heard a grunt come from behind her.
Valdez!
She got to her feet and turned. She saw the large, naked form the Cuban struggling to his feet on the far side of the bed. The Amazon Princess dropped her hands to her sides, seemingly almost resigned to another defeat.
When he saw her, Valdez couldn’t quite make out the statuesque nude figure opposite him. He squinted and, at last recognising her, her took a deep breath: ‘Come… my little… slut,’ he said softly, exhausted.
The words cut her to the quick. ‘For the last time,’ Wonder Woman declared, drawing a deep breath, ‘I… AM… NOT… A… SLUT!!’ She placed her booted foot upon the bed and dove into the large man.
They slammed back into the wall. Wonder Woman heard the*‘whoosh’* of breath as her shoulder drove into his chest, pushing the air from his lungs. He slid down the wall and found himself seated on the floor, the Amazon leaping to her feet in front of him.
As he had done so many times to her, now Wonder Woman dragged the massive Cuban male to his feet. She held him against the wall with her left hand as her right pulled back, forming into a fist. It flashed forward, connecting with the lift side of his face, violently twisting his head. The groan that Valdez emitted was cut off when she almost immediately backhanded him with the same fist, twisting him again in the opposite direction. Blood flowed freely from his mouth, spattering on the wall behind him.
But Valdez wasn’t beaten yet. He surprised the Amazon when he raised his arms and pushed her shoulders, causing her to stumble backwards and onto the bed. He drove a fist into her stomach as she lay outstretched, and the pain made the Champion momentarily defenseless. The Cuban pulled her to her feet by her hair and smashed his left into her perfect face, then pulled it back and drove it again upward into her stomach. The Amazon tried to double her body over, but he still held her hair. All she could do was minimally bring her knees toward her injured abdomen.
Wonder Woman peered out through the haze covering her sight. She saw her perennial tormentor again smiling at her pain. Her arms hung at her sides, useless, the Amazonium bracelets weighing them down. ‘Oohhh, my little slut,’ he said to her softly, his voice rasping. He still held her by the hair, the gold of her tiara glinting in front of the formed fist. Again, his meaty fist smashed into her jaw, twisting her head, and leaving her body limp.
She struggled to open her eyes, and she helplessly watched as the giant of a man wrapped his muscular left arm around her naked body. Then, having secured her, he released her hair and pulled his right arm around her, grabbing hold of his left wrist. Her breasts flattened as they were crushed against his sweating chest, and he pulled his forearms to him with all his might.
‘GGgghhh-ullgh!’ the Amazon Princess groaned as the last bit of lifesaving air was pressed from her lungs. After the ordeal with the necklace, now to have her lungs again starved for oxygen by these powerful arms wrapped around her defenseless body, Wonder Woman knew that she had reached the end. She could no longer fight back. She was too tired; she couldn’t raise her arms, couldn’t draw breath to give her the strength to fight back. Her will had been drained. She was finished.
Valdez saw her head droop to the side, her long black curls dangling almost to her waist. Smiling, he remembered the ecstasy of the sex she had just provided for him. ‘Die, you little slut!’
Hearing again the appellation he had applied so often to her, the Amazon Princess raised her head through what seemed to be a red ocean. ‘I… to-oo-old… y-you….’ she groaned, almost intelligibly. ‘I-I… ammm… n-no-not…. a… s-s-sluu-utt…’ And with that, she used what last remaining strength she had to bring her forehead down—hard—right between her opponent’s eyes.
The cracking of bone echoed in the small room, but that sound was quickly obscured by the animalistic cry of pain that issued from the huge Cuban’s throat. Releasing his hold on the Champion of All Women, she steadied herself by placing a hand against the nearby wall. Meanwhile, Valdez, blinded by pain and blood, sought to staunch the blood flow that poured from the Amazon’s point of attack. One massive hand covered his nose, eyes, and much of his forehead, and still blood spurted between his fingers and from beneath his hand. He continued to scream, the agony evident in the long wails he issued. With his right hand he sought his former captive, tentatively grasping at the air near the recovering heroine.
‘Where are you, you cunt?’ he growled. ‘Let me just get a hand on you and I’ll tear you to pieces, you slut!’
Wonder Woman ducked under the arm that was moving with more vigor now and drove her fist with all the strength she could muster into Valdez’s ribcage, driving him toward the shattered doorway through which he had entered a mere half-hour ago. He yelped in a combination of anger and pain. He tried to reach out with both hands, but the gush of blood down his face forced him to return to the single-handed search. ‘You fuck! Where are you?’ His search became more urgent, his arm wiping out great arcs of space, and angrier, the strength of his sweeps clearly powerful.
Again, the Amazon’s returning strength allowed her to strike directly at her tormentor. She drove the same fist into the same point of his ribs while avoiding the blinded giant’s desperate hunt. He stumbled through the door and into the hall.
The rage and pain drove him to a frenzy. He knocked a vase off its table, and then, seeming to be dissatisfied, he attacked the table with his fist, splintering it. The light coming through the window behind him made him look like a pitiful, helpless giant of a man swatting at insects circling him. In silhouette, he seemed almost a caricature, reduced from the fearsome government agent who had more than once reduced the world’s most powerful and beautiful woman to a sobbing heap.
A third time the Amazon Princess drove her fist into his ribs. This time blood spewed from his mouth and the cry of pain gurgled from his lips, weaker than before. Valdez stumbled away from the door, blood, now covering his chest, dripping on the rug. He moaned, looking for some help in his pain and helplessness. Wonder Woman tracked him like the huntress for whom she was named and drove yet another powerful blow into the same spot in his ribs.
Valdez screamed in pain and bolted blindly away from the direction of the blow. He crashed through the window and continued screaming. The sound abruptly stopped when his huge body smashed into the brick walkway leading to the front door three floors below.
When Wonder Woman looked down on her tormentor, the red smear around his head told her that she had at last redeemed herself. Images of his humiliations passed quickly through her mind as she turned back to the dimly lit chamber where her most recent ordeal had passed. Grimly, she pulled on her star-spangled tights, and their taut fit across her hips seemed to restore her. She was breathing heavily, she noticed, and she paused, searching for the remains of her costume.
She saw Valdez’s whip. Picking it up, she felt the stickiness of her own honey on the handle. She held it tentatively, as if merely handling it would call back the pain which even now was fading from her most intimate area.
She heard a sound from beyond the doorway. Turning to face whatever might now threaten her, Wonder Woman was relieved to see Audra peer cautiously into the room from the bright light of the hallway. The two women smiled, Wonder Woman hastening to embrace her friend.
Clinching in the splintered doorframe, the Amazon Princess saw Kane, standing almost embarrassed, a few feet away. The two women pulled themselves back and the heroine looked inquiringly at her friend, not saying a word.
‘He came to help us,’ Audra said softly. ‘He was just coming in the door when you freed me. He took me away from the house and made sure I was all right.’ She smiled at the balding man. ‘Then when I told him what had happened, he told me about the weakness you faced in dealing with Liddy and the others. We came back to help you.’
Wonder Woman looked intently into the eyes of her former enemy. ‘Thank you.’
He nodded in response. ‘There’s no one else here, I’m sorry to say,’ he told the Amazon. ‘Liddy, Ganguly, Jonas. All gone.’
Audra looked at the perspiration still spotting her friend. ‘Are you all right? What did he do to you?’
Wonder Woman answered her, but glanced at Kane briefly, ‘What all men try to do to me. Valdez has paid for his crimes.’
Kane stepped to the broken window and saw the smashed body of the Cuban. ‘Should I call the police? We— I can provide a story that will keep you out of this.’ He looked at Audra softly. ‘I can keep you out of this, too.’
‘I’ll handle this situation. I’ve dealt with it before. These things happen from time to time,’ Wonder Woman told him, appreciating his gallant gesture. She looked at Audra with concern. ‘Are you all right?’
‘Yes.’
The three stood in silence for a moment, the heroine, her former enemy, and the woman who loved them both. Wonder Woman broke the silence by walking back into the chamber of horrors and pulling on her breastplate and belt. Though torn and scuffed, her costume gave her again the resplendent aura that was duly hers. Despite her returned glory, she was worried. Wonder Woman knew Liddy knew her secrets. How would he use them?
The End
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