Wonder Woman: The Return of Kane by marat
Chapter Two
Wonder Woman sat in the ill-lit cell. She had been hustled from the apartment by two uniformed Hispanic policemen. On the floor of the apartment, she had seen through the residue of her drug-induced haze the four bodies of the men she was accused of killing. The blood splattered on the walls and carpet showed skull fractures and bodies thrown around the room. She was bundled unceremoniously into the back seat of a patrol car, and driven, lights flashing and siren wailing, here. Though it was difficult to tell where the car was traveling, the dazed Princess recognised that it had entered an underground garage not far from the White House.
She sat quietly on the mattress that lay on the floor of the cell. Her eyes traveled slowly from the manacles that joined her bracelets, to the concrete walls and steel bars of her prison, and from there back to her golden belt, where the loop that had held her lasso now hung open. She had been in her cell for about an hour, and only now was she fully cognizant of her situation.
The drug that Kane had used was potent. Wonder Woman didnft remember anything after he had penetrated her. It was like the plaintive moan that that action had torn from her had also wiped out her memory of all that followed. Now she was under arrest, charged with the murder of the four men who had captured her. What had happened in the interim? How had those men been killed, so obviously beaten to death? And what had happened to Kane?
She stood up, a little unsteadily. The links between her bracelets felt like they weighed tons. She turned, slowly, taking in the little world that was her cell: the windowless walls, the heavy steel door, the mattress, the single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling, the small sink and toilet. The captive Amazon walked slowly across the small space, turned, and walked back. She leaned against the door and then, with slowly increasing force, pressed against the metal hoping for the sound of straining steel.
Nothing happened. She groaned to herself.
She had been chained by a man. Her Amazon strength was gone. She was truly a prisoner. In the gloom, Wonder Woman looked for some measure of hope.
It took less than an hour for her captors to come for her. Her sharp Amazon hearing alerted the Princess to the approach of three sets of footfalls. The door sprung open sharply, the steel of the door clanging loudly against the metal of the wall. Unsure of what to expect Wonder Woman stared at them warily. Through the door, the bright lights and open space she saw there indicated to the prisoner that any freedom that might be hoped for on the other side of the entrance would be short-lived.
As they entered her cell, the three men, all white, all very muscular, spread out before the Amazon. She eyed them, unsure of what they intended. The narcotic that had been given to her hours before was still effective, and, when all three moved in concert to seize the Champion, her responses remained sluggish. Each of the men came at her from a different angle, and, though she landed one or two defensive blows, the combination of chains at her wrists and lack of coordination and timing left her blows falling ineffectively until they had grabbed her arms. The chains pressed against her diaphragm, pushing upward on her breasts as she was pushed toward the door. Despite a flurry of grunting and desperate efforts to pull free of the men, the lovely Amazon Maid found herself led from her cell in short order. She was held firmly by each arm and the third man pushed her from behind, the top of her gold and red bustier firmly in his grasp. Through clenched teeth, Wonder Woman cried, eLet me go! Let me GO!f
But they did not, and momentarily Wonder Woman stood in what appeared to be an enclosed arena, about the size of a tennis court. Sweating from her exertions, the Princessf body glistened in the bright lights suspended from the ceiling. Released from their strong grip, she dropped her arms in front of her, the links connecting her bracelets hanging in front of her thighs.
She looked around. The green walls that surrounded the enclosure seemed freshly painted, though her acute vision saw gouges dug out of the cinderblocks at many points, at least up to a horizontal white line running completely around the room about twelve feet above the floor. Above that line, the wall was smooth, made of a different material. Along one side, Wonder Woman saw a small group of men sitting in what might have been a viewersf box. One man, sitting front and center, had shaven his head completely and wore a heavy dark brown mustache. And next to him was Kane!
The heroine stared at him. She didnft allow the anger she felt to penetrate her gaze, but the Amazonfs fury was deep and genuine. He was the reason she was here! He had a hand in whatever trial she was about to undergo.
The man in the center spoke to her. eWonder Woman!f he said, in a loud, flat tone that filled the arena. eWelcome to our theatre de combat.f He spoke the French poorly. eI am you host here, George Gordon Liddy. I work for the President of the United States.
eI understand that even with your Amazon strength curbed by the chains you are wearing, you are still a formidable combatant,f he went on. Wonder Womanfs eyes darted momentarily back at Kane, who seemed to be restraining a smile.
eI am not impressed by your credentials, Mr. Liddy, for you have shown yourself to be like too many men in this society. Like Kane, you believe that your gender entitles you to certain prerogatives in your treatment of others. And when I sent Kane to prison, it was because he engaged in just the kind of experiments you seem to be engaged in here.f Her voice was quiet, but firm. eAt that time, he realised that what he did in the name of scholarship and manfs knowledge was comparable to the experiments conducted during World War II by Nazi doctors. He had forgotten that he was conducting experiments with human beings, not lab rats.f She paused. eEvidently has did not remember the lesson, when he remembered everything else.f
eAnd who was it made me forget everything?f Kane shouted, rising to his feet. eIt was you, you Amazon bitch!f Even from the distance, Wonder Woman could see the anger in his eyes. It was an anger that had not been present in Delaware.
Liddy spoke up. eRegardless of your scruples about the contributions you have made or are about to make to our knowledge, Wonder Woman, you are our prisoner, and you will do as you are directed. Rest assured that this demonstration of your power will be brief, but it is only a prelude to the real experiment that will give you an irreproachable place of honour in our time. Perhaps this might be taken as a test of your worthiness.f
eWhat do you mean?f the Amazon Princess demanded.
eWin or lose,f Liddy said with finality, ewin or lose, you will have more to do here. And your ultimate contribution will be a lasting one.f
Liddy sat down and looked toward a door in the rear wall of the arena. Wonder Woman turned, and as she did so, the bald manfs eyes returned to her as she stood with her back to him. She was watching two large, powerfully built men enter through the door. He was watching every curve and nuance of her perfect body. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back covering much of the bare skin there. Her shoulders stretched out from beneath those shiny ebony filaments that shone darkly beneath the lights in the room. Her skin was tanned, smooth, and supple. The satin of her uniform glinted under those same lights: the celebrated uniform clung to her body with neither a wrinkle nor a stitch or seam visible; it seemed to have been made to her precise measurements and contours; the red of the back of her bustier showed narrowly above the golden belt that circled the top of her hips; the blue and white of her tights tightly covered her round and perfect cheeks. Below the tights, her bronzed, round thighs seemed to fulfill the dreams of every male in creation, and her red leather boots glinted brilliantly. He couldnft take his eyes off her.
eGeorge! GEORGE!f the voice called to him from his past. The German accent of his familyfs maid was unmistakable.
George Liddy scrunched his body down into the space behind the boxes in the familyfs storage room. He liked to come here for privacy. Sometimes he just needed to be left alone. And despite his affection for her, Regina sometimes didnft know when to go away.
eGEORGE!!f she called again, her voice firmer in its anger, but more distant. She was moving away.
The young adolescent looked down at the Sensation Comic that sat in his lap. The Wonder Woman story told of her victory over the Nazis in the war, breaking up a spy ring operating in New York City. That had been the unhappy result of the story. Thanks to Regina and his fatherfs short-wave set, he had had a firm introduction to the Third Reich, and the goals that the Führer was setting in Europe. He couldnft understand how this beautiful, intelligent woman could fail to see that the Führerfs goals were also hers. However, before her victory, she had been captured by her own lasso and threatened with a fate worse than death.
As George Liddy now tried to recall the story, he couldnft even remember what that fate was. All he remembered was how Wonder Womanfs body looked, her wrists secured behind her, her head drooping as she fought her way back to consciousness. Her costume left nothing to the imagination, despite the poorly drawn female figure.
As young George looked longingly at the helpless Amazon in the comic book, his hand gently stroked his member, creating thrilling sensations.
Liddy clutched his thighs against his already erect member. He desperately wanted to demonstrate that he was able to maintain his will, even in the face of seeing this object of his adolescent sexual fantasies, bound and weakened before him-before HIM!!-defeated and humiliated. He watched as her body moved as she prepared to defend herself against the powerful figures who moved closer to her across the floor. She stepped lightly, seemingly without effort, circling to her right. Her body leaned forward slightly at the waist, and, though the movement of her hands was limited by the manacles which joined her wrists, she nevertheless reached forward to meet her attackers.
Wonder Woman still struggled against the lingering effects of the drug which had brought her down earlier. Her mere awareness that the narcotic was still affecting her, she knew, could have an effect on the outcome on the combat she now faced. Even more serious, she thought to her horror, the drug seemed to be increasing its influence now as she prepared for battle. This would be a genuine trial.
Kane watched with disguised glee as Wonder Woman moved to defend herself. He remembered seeing her do this on a number of occasions in the past: the smoothness of her physical movements had always been a thing to behold. But he noticed small differences this time. Her lagging right leg seemed less secure in its placement to provide a base of support, her left shoulder was a little lower than normal, the shaking of her head indicated an effort to clear away cobwebs.
Yes, the drug was having its effect. Her increased production of adrenalin had raised the level of the barbiturate still in her system. The sedative would ensure the outcome that Liddy desired, though Liddy, and the other combatants, would be unaware that the fix was in.
Both of the men stood well over 6f6h. They separated as they approached the Amazon Champion. Each moved to a position that required Wonder Woman to physically turn her body to confront the challenger. In doing so, she opened herself to a blindside attack by the other. Each carried a four-foot-long metal rod with a heavy knob at one end. Stripped to the waist, the musculature on each of the giants was well defined and formidable.
Even bound, Wonder Woman knew that she could move more quickly than either of these men. But she would have to keep away from their strength and from the weapons they carried. Although she had the strength of an Amazon, with her bracelets chained she did not have the strength of a superheroine. She had to keep them separated, and she had to deal with them separately. She backed slowly away, trying but failing to keep both of them in view.
The giants carried their weapons at the ready, diagonally across the body, to parry any strike Wonder Woman dared to make, or to make a vertical butt stroke or a downward blow with the knobbed end of the rod. Wonder Woman hoped she might take the legs out from under one of her assailants. She edged to her left toward the man who appeared Hispanic, probably Cuban, based on the ethnicity of those whom Liddy apparently employed. When she was about twelve feet from him she suddenly lunged at him, at the same time sweeping her powerful right leg just above the surface of the hard wooden surface.
But it all went wrong. As she reached for the floor to support her body during the attack, her wrists came too close together, providing too narrow a base. The momentum of her body rode over her hands and as she moved her leg rapidly in the arc to take the manfs legs out, she sprawled, face first to the floor. The leg sweep, incomplete, dragged to a halt.
Liddyfs rasping laugh burned in her ears. Wonder Woman rolled onto her back, looking about for the men she knew would now be rapidly moving toward her. She didnft have to look far. The man she had sought to bring down was standing almost directly over her. He held his weapon like an axe, extended over his head, ready to bring it down on the supine Princess. She scuttled away, now desperately hoping to use her agility to get to her feet. Her leather soles slid and her three-inch heel click-clicked on the hardwood floor. He moved quickly, more quickly than she expected, but as he swung his mace at her, he clearly could not keep up with her. The first blow smashed into the floor a good two feet away from her squirming body. The metal club mace left a huge gash in the hardwood.
Now, before the other could join in the attack on the Amazon, Wonder Woman pushed herself at him, striking him on the thigh with her extended legs. He grunted audibly, and as she rolled toward him, she saw him spin and crash to the floor.
Quickly, she sought out his partner. He had stopped and watched as the other hulk was taken down. His eyes registered surprise, as if they had done this sort of combat before, but were not used to being so tested. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, Wonder Woman rolled to her right and quickly pushed herself to her feet. He was barely ten feet from her, so she rushed him, clasping her hands to turn her chains into a weapon. Before he could even register her attack, Wonder Woman brought her fetters in an upward arc against the left side of his jaw. The force of the blow stood him straight up. Wonder Woman brought the tip of her red leather boot directly into his exposed groin, and he yowled in pain. He crumpled, whimpering. The room was filled with a ringing as his metal club struck the floor and rolled slowly out of his reach.
Wonder Woman slowly straightened her perfect body to its full height. She looked down on the helpless figure before her, then turned toward the spectatorsf box where Kane, Liddy, and two others sat.
She had a self-satisfied smile on her face as she turned. ePerhaps you would like a further demonstration of my worthiness, Mr. Liddy.f If she could have placed her hands on her hips, she would have. But the chain which ran between her wrists was too short. So she stood with her elbows crooked, and her hands balled into fists in front of her golden belt.
It was Kane who spoke first. eIfve seen all of this before. Ifm sure you remember. But itfs still a novelty to me.f Liddy watched his protégé, and then turned toward the Amazon Princess.
eYou seem to be everything I was told,f he said evenly. eIncludingcf he stopped.
Wonder Woman watched him carefully, not sure what was to follow.
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ecarrogant,f he finished.
As he spoke the word, the Cuban giant whom Wonder Woman had injured, but not disposed of, hit her flush in the back with the knob end of his mace. The blow drove the air out of her body and knocked her to the floor. Tossing his weapon aside, the large man leapt on her back crushing her to the floor under his weight. He wrapped his muscular right arm around her throat and pulled back with all his considerable strength. Surprised by the blow and the attack, Wonder Woman fought desperately against his strength, in an increasingly futile effort.
Liddy watched, pushing himself forward in his seat, pressing his thighs against his erection, trying to hide it. His breathing came in shorter gasps, and sweat formed on his brow and his upper lip. He did all he could not to draw attention away from the titanic sexual and physical struggle taking place before him.
He saw that the large Cuban already had locked a well-developed arm around Wonder Womanfs throat, his elbow at the top of her bare torso. His weight forced her abdomen to the floor. Pulling her head back revealed the glorious face of the Princess, contorted in pain and, yes, fear. The grimace on her face, mouth drooling, teeth bared, and her hands clawing at her attackerfs arm, reminded him of the drawn caricature he remembered from his youth.
The Amazon felt his hard biceps clamp like a vice against one side of her soft and lovely throat, rigidly tightening toward the hard bone and sinew of his forearm. She pushed against his elbow, using the floor to try to regain some control. But the elbow wouldnft budge, even against her effort. The links between her bracelets were taking their toll.
Her attacker used his power to drag her to her feet, swinging her above the floor like a rag doll. Long minutes passed, and her vision began to darken, and her head pounded. The pressure of the brawny arm that was crushing her throat was calculated to cut off blood to her brain and constrict her windpipe. The Princess tried to find some leverage but failed. At the same time, she sought out exposed points to attack. If she could just get free of his grip, she could fight him. Surprise and pain had given the Cuban an advantage, and he obviously would not surrender that advantage easily.
His head was directly behind hers, so that her efforts to reach his vulnerable spots, his eyes, his throat, with her chained wrists, all failed badly. Time and again she reached for him, and each attempt was more feeble than the last. Her chest hurt, as her lungs were denied sustaining breaths. The gasps of air she was allowed came loudly, as she desperately sought escape.
He continued to squeeze her throat in the crook of his arm. Now she was too weak to even raise her own arms over and behind her head. Twisting her body as she struggled, her fingers made pathetic attempts to grab him.
Soon her knees buckled. She stood now only because of his grip on her neck. Liddy heard her gasping for air, sucking desperately and loudly for some of the life-giving oxygen. When her arms dropped in front of her, useless, Liddyfs erect member throbbed with tension. He saw her body bent backward, her bare back lying against the bare chest of her attacker. George looked at her delicate, feminine hands, fingers curled smoothly, sliding across the blue, star-spangled satin of her tights. He saw them rise mere inches, not even reaching her waist before they fell back and softly brushed her costume. The brushing, which he clearly heard even against the rasping breathing of the combatants, sounded like sensuality made manifest. Unconsciously, Liddyfs pelvis found the rhythm that was dictated by her gasps, and moved forward and back, and side to side. His hands were in his lap rubbing together, his muscles exerting only limited control over his mounting orgasm.
The Cuban released the heroine before she was unconscious. She crashed to the floor and lay there, unmoving, silent, for a moment. George looked at the fallen heroine, his face never betraying his inner feelings. He stared at her red leather boots, only now scraping on the floor as the near-unconscious woman struggled away from the blackness; her long, bare legs, so round, so perfect; her tight, muscular ass, partially exposed from the starry blue of her tights; her golden belt lying along the top of her hips and above that, the red of her bustier that extended across the lower part of her back, then curved upward toward those miraculous breasts, hidden beneath her fallen body; her powerful back, its strength contained by the manacles which joined her bracelets; the jet blackness of her hair, splayed out across the floor, revealing only glimpses of her golden tiara and her unforgettable face.
He watched as she gathered her joined wrists under her body and pushed upward, revealing the full glory of her hips and thighs to the voyeur. Liddy slumped back in his chair. He placed his folded hands on his lap. He felt his enlarged member, as he had no underwear to encumber him. He imagined passing his hand over its length, easily recalled from memory. He felt himself stroking its length easily, and with familiarity. He imagined pushing its full length and width into the struggling beauty he saw before him. How tight and hot he imagined her to be! As he thought of rubbing along the underside of its engorged length, his knees involuntarily moved rhythmically in and out.
The Cuban walked slowly to the helpless heroine. He saw her head hanging low, invisible beneath her jet-black hair that hung to the floor. The giant mentally measured her as she sought to regain her strength on her hands and knees. Then with a suddenness that was belied by his size, he unleashed a powerful arcing kick against the side of her head.
George Gordon Liddy heard Wonder Woman grunt as her consciousness was rocked. He listened to the rustle of the satin of her uniform as she slid and rolled across the bare floor. The clinking of the manacles against the wood provided a syncopated percussion to the soft rushing of the satin. These sounds only added to his excitement, as he recalled all of the times he imagined stripping that provocative and sensual costume from the Champion of All Women, thus giving himself mastery over her, and them. He now stroked himself slowly and for real, feeling himself through his pants, relishing the thoughts and the stimulation. Kane and the others in the box paid no attention, each delighting in the spectacle before him.
The large Cuban walked over to the powerless superheroine and grabbed a fistful of her black hair. He seemed to easily raise her from the floor. Her deep blue eyes were open but they saw little. Holding her hair with his right hand, he reached up with his left and gently patted her jaw, attempting to revive her.
It seemed to have little effect. Wonder Womanfs mouth hung loosely open, her tongue visible, curled behind her lower teeth. She moaned weakly. George felt his sexual excitement reach yet another peak. Wonder Woman looked to be almost in the same condition as she had been portrayed in that comic book from years ago. His back arched and his hips stiffened. This was the opportunity he had waited all his life for! Now was the moment he was waiting for!
Liddy raised himself from his chair, pushing his erection downward, camouflaging the event but leaving a clear protrusion as evidence. He walked stiffly toward the floor. The stimulation of the backing of his metal zipper on the tip of his 9-inch prick had him breathing hard, tightening his muscles, desperately trying to hold back the explosion that was imminent.
It was a lost cause. He had only cleared the box, and the eyes of the others who shared it with him. eAaahhhh-hhhuuugghh! Aaahhh-hhhuuugghh! AAAaaahhhhhhh!f He threw his face into his arms and his arms against the outside of the private gallery. His agonised cry was buried in the sleeves of his jacket. The image of the powerless Amazon had overwhelmed his Will: the tight costume emphasising every curve and every crevice on her body; the weakness so evident as a result of her bondage. He had her at his mercy! But he didnft have the resolve to control his own body.
Meanwhile, the Cuban placed his large left hand over the Amazon Princessf face, released her hair from his right and hurled her body across the room against the wall. The back of her head crashed against the cinderblock wall and she slumped to the floor. The Hispanic man walked to her and lifted her chin with his right hand. Her eyes were glazed, but open. That was good. G. Gordon Liddy had instructed that she was not to be knocked out: Under no circumstances was she to be unconscious when he would take her! The Cuban was so absorbed in his conquest of the legendary Amazon that he lost all awareness of the spectators.
He reached into her black mane and pulled her again to her feet. She groaned as he did so. As he held her up, he glanced over at the box, wondering whether Liddy was approving his handling of thisc woman. His chief was nowhere to be seen, but the other guests were clearly enjoying his performance. His eyes swept back to her helpless form as he held her, and, as he took in the full majesty of that form, he understood Liddyfs yearning: It was the same desire, the same lust all men felt for this womanc thisc Wonder Woman. The lustrous black hair, entangled in his fist, was pitch black. If black represented the absence of light, then this hair was the fullest manifestation of that scientific concept. Only reflected glints of light from the ceiling could be seen in that full and lush garden. Within, her golden tiara winked dully.
Her face could only be described as perfection: Smooth, curving eyebrows above those sensuous blue eyes, the undeviating straight line of her nose, the modelfs cheekbones and jaw, and that mouth-made to be kissed! The large, muscular White House operative smiled. If Liddy were going to have this woman, then he too would experience at least some of the sweetness of this fruit. He pressed his lips against hers. The softness of those lips, the sweetness he had sought, everything he imagined from the perfection that was this woman-it was there, it was his. He pushed his tongue past her yielding mouth and into her. He explored her tongue with his own; he brushed lightly the inside of her cheeks, the smooth evenness of her teeth. He twisted to penetrate deeper, to experience this magnificence to its fullest. In his chest, he felt his heart pounding like a trip hammer, beating so hard that he couldnft imagine that she didnft hear it.
Liddy, however, did not see his operativefs actions. He was still standing next to the box, berating himself, degrading his lack of Will. A man was only as strong as his Will; Will could accomplish anything: That was what the Führer had said, and George had lived his life embracing that idea.
But when confronted with the conquest of which he had dreamed, his Will failed him. He had let his imagination and the vision of the helpless Champion of All Women take his seed from him before he had the opportunity to penetrate her, to dominate her. He had failed himself. The cost of that failure ran down the inside of his pants. The humiliating stain at his crotch gave evidence of his lack of Will.
A runner from the White House was the only one who saw him. And he was too distracted with his message to take in Georgefs circumstances.
Kane and the others in the box watched as Valdez, for this was the brutefs name who now embraced Wonder Woman, held her upright and pressed his lips and tongue onto hers. They watched in fascination as the costumed heroine, who had so easily defeated so many others, could not now pull away from this intimidating figure. His shoulders and upper body almost swallowed up the Amazon. How she could have overcome his power even with no chains on her wrists no one who watched could imagine. With her strength gone, the heroine was totally at his mercy. Her very helplessness was stimulating, enticing to the viewers.
Valdez felt her trying to resist. She tried to turn her face away from his; he felt her hands pressing feebly against his chest. The struggle was exciting. He pushed her up against the wall, and pressed his full body against hers. Still, she did not give up the struggle. He heard sounds issuing from her. She was becoming more determined, more forceful! This had to be stopped before she could be in any way effective.
He stepped back from the Champion of All Women. Though slightly unsteady, she remained standing, facing him. This was evidence enough of her returning strength. Valdez heard a footstep behind him. It was his friend Jonas, who had been felled by the Amazonfs kick long moments earlier. Jonas walked slowly toward the pair who confronted each other, using his mace for support.
Valdez watched as his friend approached. Their eyes met and each understood what to do. Valdez closed the distance to the swaying heroine, stepped behind her in a smooth, effortless move and applied a full nelson, raising her arms over and behind her head, the links that took her strength swaying just above the midnight black hair that crowned her perfect features.
Wonder Woman was unprepared for the large manfs quick move. She had hoped that her quickness would provide her with the necessary edge to defeat these powerful men. But all along, the battle had shown that it was she who was always a step slow. With her strength gone and her arms tied up by the dominating figure behind her, she despaired; she dropped her head for the first time, took a deep breath and again struggled against his hold. But she knew before she began that it would be in vain.
Kane noticed her loss of dignity and self-assurance. When Wonder Womanfs head fell forward, her black hair cascading to cover her breasts, he knew that the combination of the strength of these two men and the incapacitating effects of the drugs he had given her had finally broken her. Yes, she would resist. See, she continued to struggle! But it was half-hearted, with a foreknowledge that she could not win! Wonder Woman had not reached this point the last time he had confronted her. She had always continued to struggle valiantly, to look for a method to defeat her opponents, no matter what the odds. No more! Wonder Woman was beaten!
Kane now looked forward to seeing her devastated physically, just as she had now reached the point of psychological defeat. But at that instant, he saw Liddy waving to him from the floor, just outside the box. He was calling him.
Kane moved quickly to the railing, not taking his eyes off the show in the arena. eWhat is it, Gordon?f he asked. eCanft it wait?f
Liddy was flushed, and when he made his next statement, Kane understood why. eWefve got to go. Hoover is dead.f George was grateful for the startling message. It would explain his appearance and give him a chance to save face. eWe have to try to get his files, before something happens to them.f
The files of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover were Washingtonfs Holy Grail. In them was enough information to blackmail, control, direct, and incapacitate anyone who might be an enemy. And that, thought Kane, was what he was learning in the Washington of President Nixon. Information was coin of the realm here.
Suddenly Kane started. He stared at Liddy as the bald man exited. Kane only vaguely saw the movements which accompanied the battering of Wonder Woman. He hardly heard the cracking of fists at all. Suddenly, the humiliation and degradation of the Amazon was secondary to his own devastation.
He understood now how this city worked. And he had made a grave error. He realised that he had given everything he knew to Liddy, everything that all those months and years of research had gained him, and had got almost nothing in return. A job, some money, some security, a little prestige. But no information. In this new Washington, Information was the goddess that drove all. Kane, too, lived for information. He cherished it like a precious stone. No, not like jewels. Information was meant to be traded, like stocks and commodities, not hoarded, not saved and admired. Some day, perhaps soon, a stock market in information would develop and a whole new niche in the economy would develop around it. This was an idea that had been formulating itself in Kanefs head for the last couple of months, ever since he had got his memory back. His plan was to leap at that market as soon as it developed, because that was where the future was. But what was Liddyfs plan? No one but Liddy knew.
Kane gestured to the other two figures sitting in the box. A moment later, all four rushed from the room, leaving the helpless Wonder Woman in the hands of the two immense figures. Tow figures who had absolute control over their helpless charge, and, now that the observers had left, there was no one to overrule them.
Jonas and Valdez didnft notice that the audience had left. In fact, so strong was the pull of the FBI Directorfs files that only Kane felt the pang of loss as he walked out of the room, briefly looking over his shoulder at the heroine and her tormentors. On the other hand, the giants had the Amazon Princess where she had never been before.
Blow after blow had battered her lovely face. Jonas had beaten her to the edge of unconsciousness, as the beautiful Amazon Maid had been held in the grip of his friend Valdez. (Though, truth to tell, the latterfs role in debilitating the Princess was unnecessary: even without the manacles, the drugs would have seen to her incapacitation.) Finally, released from the full nelson, she stood, swaying, groggy, reaching out for the wall in desperation. Now the two huge men moved to her front.
Valdez reached out and grabbed the top of her bustier in his fist. The heavy satin material that formed the eagle between her breasts was crumpled as he pulled her toward him. Her three-inch heels made staccato sounds across the varnished hardwood of the floor. His right fist was drawn back as he measured the pathetic Amazon Warrior. Her head hung down, her jet-black hair masking the savagery of the beating she had taken. Blood streamed freely from her nose and the corner of her mouth. Though one of the dignities the gods had granted the Amazon race was the imperviousness of their skin to bruising, the crimson smears across her face and jaw gave ample evidence of Wonder Womanfs defenselessness in the face of this assault. Her arms dangled in front of her swaying body, tantalising in its helplessness.
As his fist crashed into her jaw yet again, he released his hold on her uniform. Powerless to do no other, she staggered across the space to where his companion awaited her. He slowed the avengerfs reeling body, then measured her for his own blow. He drove his rock-hard fist deep into her stomach. eGGGggghhhhhhaAAAgghh!!f the Amazon moaned. She folded like damp laundry and dropped to her knees.
The Champion of All Women settled on her hip, her legs drawn up like she was riding sidesaddle. She leaned heavily on her hands that lay flat on the floor, the chains joining her wrists running across the polished dark wood. She sought desperately to regain the wind that had been knocked so violently out of her, audibly grunting. As the helpless avenger gasped, the mixture of spit and blood drooling from her mouth to the floor, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldnft comprehend what was wrong with her. Every time she prepared to fight, her body reacted with fear and weakness. As Jonas and Valdez strode to her, she continued to stare at the floor through glazed eyes. She whimpered weakly, ePlc plc pleasec. No-noc more,f the broken Princess of the Amazons sobbed.
eStand up, you cunt!f Jonas whispered harshly.
She tried and failed. Too battered to pull her legs under her, too tired to rise from her half-sitting position, Wonder Woman, the Champion of All Women, the Worldfs Greatest Heroine, had been conquered, beaten and defeated, by mere mortals. Or so it seemed, and as Jonas and Valdez stood over her, they smiled at one another.
eI said, STAND UP!! you bitch!f Jonas grabbed her roughly by the top of her red bustier, now showing evidence of the beating that had befallen the heroine. As he pulled her to her feet, he shredded part of the red-and-gold front, tattering the eaglefs wing that enclosed Wonder Womanfs generous breast. The pink of her nipple peeked through.
She couldnft stand, however. As she was returned to her feet, she first swayed, then stumbled. It was only a moment before she crashed into the body of Valdez. He reached out to seize her unprotected tit. eMan, how many guys have wanted to hold these?f he asked his friend. eAnd now, here I am.
eLook at this, man! The great Wonder Woman! Stumbling around, too weak to block a punch.f He drew his fist back and threw a blow directly at the uncomprehending Amazonfs temple, stopping short before striking. Then, he unrolled his fist, and snapped the side of the heroinefs head with three fingers. eDing!f he laughed.
Jonas was laughing, too. eLook at her. Shefs nothing. Nothing! Shows off her tits and legs. Wears that slutty costume. Then, anytime some guy wants some of what shefs offering, she smacks him down.f He stepped right in front of the helpless Amazon. eNOT SO MUCH, EH, BITCH? Canft handle it when youfre up against a REAL MAN?f He pushed her, hard. Wonder Woman staggered backwards until she struck the wall behind her. She hit the back of her head against the barrier and slid to the floor, winding up in a sitting position, her legs spread.
eLooks like Wonder Slut is asking for it,f Valdez mocked. eEver since I got here from Havana, Ifve been looking for a real Fourth of July whore.f
eShefs a little early.f Jonas and Valdez laughed again.
As they approached her, Wonder Woman struggled out from the haze that had engulfed her. As the two men grabbed her arms and pulled her once again to her feet, she moaned feebly, eNnnnnoooohhhc pleeeaasec nc noc mooore.f
eOh, youfre going to get lots more, Wonder Slut,f Valdez replied. eThatfs all you are, isnft it? A Wonder Slut? Just a flag-waving slut in a Fourth of July costume.f
Jonas chimed in, eYeah. Thatfs it. Admit youfre just a slut and wefll go easy on you. Admit youfre a cockteaser. Then wefll make it quick and easy on you.f
Through the haze, Wonder Woman heard what they were demanding. e NNnn- nnoo. No-not c notc ac s-slut.f
eWell, wefll just have to show you how wrong you are about that,f Jonas said. eTake off those starry panties of yours.f
Though barely conscious, Wonder Woman realised just what these men were after now, and the potential humiliation, piled on her defeat, seemed to pull her out of her incomprehension. She would not allow herself to be dishonoured in this way. Even though she did not have the strength to resist them, she would not grovel. But when she said, eN-no,f it revealed how fearful she was. The fear that was revealed in her voice undermined her conviction. And the drug had defeated her self-assurance. All she had was her dignity.
The word had barely escaped her mouth when Jonas pushed her to the wall his huge hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her back up the rough partition so that she was actually lifted several inches from the floor, choking her. eI said, TAKE OFF THOSE PANTIES!! Show us your cunt, superheroine!f
The superheroine flailed helplessly, striking her antagonist weakly. As a result of the beating, she could still only barely hold her head up, much less wage any attack on these men. Meanwhile, as she struck him futilely, Jonasf grip slowly sucked her remaining might from her. His big hand around her throat, his face right in hers, he hissed, eTAKEc THEMc OFF!f He released the helpless woman and she dropped back to the floor. She gasped for breath.
Standing unsteadily, Wonder Woman knew she could not resist. Looking from her chained wrists to Jonas and Valdez, who stood before her, she sighed. Slowly, she reached for the band of her blue tights.
eWhooo-hooo!f Jonas screeched. eYeah, baby, take fem off!f
Valdez spoke softly and evenly. eYou see, my little slut. Therefs nothing we canft make you do. So just say it. Three little words.f
The humbled Amazon pulled her star-spangled tights off her hips, her toned, flat stomach giving way to her raven muff. Barely visible below the short pitch-black hair, her pink sex tempted the two bruisers who now stood momentarily silent. They watched, open-mouthed, as the satin was pulled down her tanned, round thighs. When she reached her knees, she released the delicate object, which fell soundlessly to the floor. Though she was still disoriented from the beating she had received, in a single graceful movement, she stepped from them and stood erect, her hands covering her exposed labia.
Her eyes were downcast. She couldnft bring herself to look at the men who had brought her to this pass. But their presence was brought home to her when Jonas shouted again. eWhooo-hooo!! Look at that, amigo!f Then he stepped closer to his comrade and whispered, eWe really can make Wonder Woman do whatever we want!f
Valdez was fway ahead of him. He grabbed the heroinefs arm and pulled her toward the viewersf box, now empty. Powerless to resist, the Princess of Paradise Island stumbled after him. A tear rolled down her cheek.
They stopped at the base of the steps leading up into the enclosed wooden area. eNow, Wonder Woman,f Valdez said her name with sneering disgust. eOn your knees.f
Once again, her dignity as an Amazon Princess intervened. Once again, a fearful eN-no,f fell tremulously from her quivering ruby-red lips, now smeared in her own blood. Once again, Jonas ended her defiance. Stepping up behind their captive, he struck her right at the kidneys with a powerful blow, sucking the air right out of her, sending shooting pain across her rib cage and down her spine. eUullgghh-Hhhaaaccch!!f the helpless girl cried out in pain, as she slammed face-first into the low wooden staircase.
Valdez reached down with his big ham fist, and cupped her jaw, pulling the Princessf beautiful face toward his. eNow,f he said threateningly, eonc yourc KNEES!! Bitch, when I tell you to do something, you do it.f
Struggling to breathe, Wonder Woman rose as his hand directed. Tears flowed more freely now, cutting paths through the blood that stained her face. She got to her hands and knees; she was on all fours, her hands on the top step of the three leading to the viewersf box, her knees on the first rung. She looked down at the chain that she thought was responsible for her predicament and cursed her Motherfs weakness that had brought her here.
eLook at yourself,f Jonas crowed. eThe Great Wonder Woman!! Champion Slut! Whore, not Heroine! Shefs gonna take it in the ass while she sucks off my friend there. Then wefll see what kind of Champion she is. Champion Cocksucker? Or Champion Housebitch? Now, THIS is the Champion of All Women!f
Both of the men dropped their pants, stepping out of them to reveal their already-erect dicks. Jonas positioned himself behind the Amazon, and began fingering her puckered asshole, jockeying the head of his prick to the small target. The nine-inch-long, three-inch-circumference cock would be a tight-and very painful-fit. To grease the rails a bit, he spat on Wonder Womanfs bare, flawless, ass, rubbing the saliva around the entrance to her hole. As he prepared to enter, he spat again, lubricating his dick.
eYa know? Shefs right about one thing,f Jonas said. eShe acts like her shit donft stink. And, from what I can tell here, it donft.f
Valdez chuckled. eShe wonft be so high-and-mighty after we get through.f He looked down on the humiliated superheroine, on her hands and knees before him. eIsnft that right, Wonder Slut?f
As the heroine looked up at Valdez, Jonas pressed his first attack on her ass. The pain and humiliation were greater than she had ever felt. eAaaaarrgghhh!!f she screamed. She dropped her face, but was brought to a halt by Valdezfs cupped hand on her chin. Before she could cry out again, he pushed his full cock all the way into her mouth, her red lips wrapping around the manmeat, caressing it.
eNow, my little slut, do your job,f Valdez said softly, almost kindly. eMake me happy.f
As Jonas pushed harder and harder to fully enter the Amazon from behind, grunting and violently exhaling, the tension on Wonder Womanfs jaw as she orally stroked his partner was oddly stimulating. Her teeth grated along the underside of his cock, her tongue moved wildly around the head, stretching his penis, driving Valdez into paroxysms of ecstasy.
Jonas gripped the base of both sides of her bustier along with her golden belt, and roughly pulled the powerless avenger back onto his erection, pushing himself ever deeper into her. Soon he was fully engaged, the tightness of her anus stimulating the full length of his manhood. He leaned down, dropping his hands from their hold and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing his hands to her exposed sex. There he found her clit, which he began pinching between his thumb and forefinger, at first weakly, but with increasing violence, while, at the same time, brushing her entrance with his middle finger. With his other hand, he rubbed the inside of her thigh. His tongue licked her silken back, the same back that was now straining in agony against the sexual assault perpetrated by her captors. Jonas, fully aroused and inflamed, vocalised the pure animal lust he felt. With his hips he tugged back his prick and the combination of tightness and roughness of surface increased his stimulation. He strove desperately to withhold his ejaculation, biting the Amazonfs back to do so. Wonder Womanfs hips gyrated, circled, seeking escape, carrying his own hips with them, raising his tension, increasing his level of excitement to unimaginable heights.
He didnft hear her muffled cry that was a result of his animal bite. He raised himself over her again, having pulled his cock back, and then thrust as hard as he could, fully extending himself into her for a second time. In fact, Jonas heard nothing at all. Nothing except the rushing in his ears and the loud inner voices celebrating the victory of Man over Wonder Woman. He pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again, experiencing a lightheadedness and a gratifying and overwhelming arousal in his groin such as he had not felt since his first encounter with a woman in a Miami whorehouse. Of course, he was only sixteen then, and in love with the woman. THIS was different! THIS was breaking the one woman on earth who had never given in to a Man. THIS was grinding the face of Wonder Woman into the earth.
eGoddamn you, you motherfucking cunt!! Take it in the ASS, you Wonder BITCH!! Pay for all the times you kicked a MANfS ass! Youfre just a CUNT, a MOUTH,c andc an ASSHOLE!!f
When he finished this litany, Jonas came like he had never come before. His face pressed against the red satin on the back, and he bit into her golden belt. The stimulation on his cock, the power he felt over this woman and her clear powerlessness before him, the physical perfection he saw on her knees before himc. All of these things drove him to a crescendo of sexual rapture. He came inside her ass, the white fluid serving to further lubricate the canal, so that his exit from the humbled Amazon was much easier than his entry. He continued to pump even after he had withdrawn, the last streams covering Wonder Womanfs ass, running down the outside of her thigh, as well as fouling the splendor of her belt and uniform. He knew he would never again achieve such heights.
He looked down on the defeated Wonder Woman. Her hips had fallen forward and now lay on the steps. This new position squeezed her anus so that his cum bubbled up out of her asshole and ran down the back of her thighs. Seeing that, he had one more idea, and began to gather his seed in his hand, waiting for his compadre to finish.
Valdez had taken advantage of Wonder Womanfs screech at Jonasf buggery to get easy access to the Amazonfs mouth. Once entered, he discovered that her lips seemed well experienced in inciting him to still higher realms of bliss. Her teeth grated along the bottom of his prick, their sharpness implying a sense of danger, danger he knew she would never validate. Her tongue stroked the entire length of his manhood, and as he pulled out and then thrust deeper, his sensitive head tested new terrain for further arousal. It seemed that he had never been so big, or so hard.
As he pumped in and out of her mouth, her cheeks added to his arousal, alternately expanding, bellows-like, to deform her perfect face, and contracting to shallow, concave dimples. The muffled shout that was a result of Jonasf bite on her back simply added a new source of stimulation, the waves of her anguish rippling over his manhood.
Looking down on the humiliated superheroine, Valdez saw her tiara, her crown, glistening amid her pitch-black tresses. He had to have it! As he reached, he seized and his eyes closed. He fought the ejaculation, hoping to delay the moment of delight and raise his own level of paradise. His hand fell weakly and heavily on the head of the lovely Amazon Maid, and played through the tresses, searching. Again, Valdez seized and his ham hand formed a tight fist, yanking the Princessf head toward him.
He heard Jonas shouting something unintelligible and saw his vague movements up and down on the back of the humbled heroine. He must be cumming. Pussy! He would show that gringo how a REAL MAN makes a slut like this wait for it.
The combination of tongue and cheeks and teeth drove Valdez wild. eOOOoooohhhh, you slut. You goddamn slut! Madre de Dios! Come on, you slut, TAKE IT ALL!!f He pushed his full ten-inch length against the back of the Amazonfs throat. He felt his balls thrust against her chin. But still she didnft stop inflaming his senses. Her tongue and her cheeks raised the level of this delight he had climbed to. He seemed to rock in this lightheadedness brought on by an unbelievable sexual stimulation. The head of his dick rubbed against the back of her throat, but it was her mouth that seemed to him to be divine. As he eased himself back and from her mouth, she tightened her hold on him, slowing his exit.
Her mouth hung slightly open now, exhaustion setting in, and he felt the puffing of her breathing passing across his soaked penis. Her lips grabbed him again, then released him, and he used the hand entangled in her hair to move her head violently back and forth, taking him in and out of those luscious lips. He recalled kissing them moments earlier, pushing his tongue to that same place. Or, at least, almost to that same place.
Once again he drove home, his head striking the back of her throat. She was pulling down on him now, collapsing under the beating and degradation hec HE!c had given her. The image of the costumed crimefighter, the enticing Amazon, the Champion of All Womenc!! raced through his mind. Then he looked down and saw the heroine herself: the tiara, the red-and-gold bustier and golden belt. But most all of he saw that body that any man would kill for. She was sucking his cock. She was at his mercy.
eOOOooohhhh, maaann! Suck it, you Bitch! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me harder!f
When he came, it was like nothing he had ever experienced. He pumped again and again, shooting his seed into the back of her throat. He heard the Amazon gag and cough, pulling her head from him. His cock was released from her mouth and he continued to shoot strings of his cum into first her face and then onto her back as her head fell to the floor. He fell to his knees, straddling the Princessf head.
Wonder Woman had lost all of her will. She was a plaything, a sex toy, in the hands of these two men. The pain inflicted on her during her beating at their hands paled in comparison with the humiliation she now felt. Nothing she had undergone-at the hands of Nazis, spies, or criminals-compared to this vision. Beaten nearly unconscious, she had been saved from the darkness to experience thisc this shame. To her, her uniform symbolised much of what she believed about her adopted country. The stars on her tights were not simply a reminder of the blue field of the flag; it represented the astral aspirations that America embodied. She had been forced, under threat of further beating at the hands of these Men, to remove them in their sight. Like a common stripper! She had come to America to help it attain its ideal of peace in a violent world and to fulfill its foundersf goal of brotherhood. Because she held to this ideal, she had been raped. The aspirations of these men were not the high-minded goals of her race or her country, but rather to sodomise her.
As she lay helpless, sprawled on the steps leading to the observersf box in the arena somewhere beneath the White House, Wonder Woman felt the pain fading in her hips and thighs, where she had resisted her attacker. Her hips moved slowly, painfully, up and down, trying to throw the pain from her body. In her mouth, she still carried the salty taste of the otherfs cum. Her throat still ached from the choking that had resulted from the oral rape. The white fluid that she could not swallow dripped from her lower lip down her chin and to the wooden floor beneath her. She coughed, expelling some more of the foul-tasting semen. Disgraced, dishonoured, humiliated, she felt deeply the shame that had been violently and vilely inflicted on her.
Her red leather boots lay on the floor below the stairs leading to the box, her naked legs were spread, and her uncovered hips rested on the second step. Below her thighs, a small puddle of white fluid gathered. More of the runny substance still dripped from her bare hips. She tried to pull her knees toward her, but any movement brought with it pain. The humiliation she felt was embodied in the indignity of her own nakedness. On Paradise Island, the Amazon culture celebrated their bodies. At this moment, the Princess of the Amazons sought to hide herself from the eyes of her tormentors.
Her bare shoulders and arms rested inside the box, and her head lay on its side facing her right hand. The chain that bound her wrists ran beneath her neck. Tears streamed now from her eyes, as her broken spirit finally gave vent to a gush of emotion. Surely, this was the culmination of their degradation of this now-powerless woman.
eGet her up!f she heard Jonas say, and a rough pair of hands grabbed her hair and bustier, tearing it again, and lifting her from the floor and her trance. She was raised to her knees; not even allowed the dignity of being seated.
Sitting back on her haunches in the viewersf box now, as she had been dragged up the three steps to this point, Valdez grabbed her by her raven hair and pulled her upward. eNo time to be lazy, my little slut,f he said, still sounding quiet and considerate. She knelt with her back ramrod straight but her shoulders slumped, and her face downcast. She would show them that she was not what they called her. Sighing, and almost inaudibly, she tried to tell them, eUuhhhnnn-n-noo. N-no-notc ac sl-mmmmmpphh!f
Before she could finish her defense, Jonas intruded. eTime for seconds,f he said, forcing his handful of semen into her mouth. eIf you can enjoy my partner here, and all of his spic spunk, then youfll absolutely love good olf American cum.f Together the two White House operatives grabbed her hair, forcing her head back.
She tried to keep her mouth shut, but Jonas pushed his hand into her mouth, pouring his seed onto her tongue. She tried to scream, but she was too weak, too beaten to even utter a cry of desperation. As it ran down her throat, again she choked and coughed. What she expelled simply ran down her chin from the corner of her mouth.
Jonas wiped the mixture of blood and cum and pushed it back into her. eOh, dear superheroine, you donft want to lose any of this.f As he smeared the blood and cum over her ruby-red lips, the two men laughed. eCome on, superheroine. Try this. Breakfast of Champions!f Jonas told her.
eChampion of All Women!! Take it all, cunt. Take it all,f Valdez laughed.
When they had finished, they threw her back to the floor. She lay as she had earlier, her hands near her head, the chain running under her neck. There was no movement except for the quivering of her smooth, tanned shoulders as she sobbed quietly, and the raising and pounding of her right fist on the floor.
End of Chapter Two