DESTRUCTION OF AN AMAZON
MISS MATTIE
The Reich realizing that the strength and cunning of the Amazon was too much
for them plans were developed to bring about her total submission. This
would not be death but capture, humiliation and torture and slavery. They
would take away her pride, her power and her beauty to serve them and their
quest for world domination.
THE CAPTURE
The Amazon’s power was too great to control out right, they would have to
use cunning and get her to submit using her great mind, and her devotion to
her word to get her submission. They would use Steve Trevor to gain her
capture.
Diana waited patiently in the office for Steve. When he didn’t sow up by
noon she called his office. There was no answer. She checked his schedule
and there were no appointments. She became more worried as the afternoon
wore on. No one had seen him since the weekend.
After work she drove to his apartment hoping to find him there was no
answer and silence within. All was quiet and dark. She moved stealthfully to
an alley and made the famous spin appearing in a flash as wonder woman. A
single leap placed on the back balcony of Steve’s apartment. One powerful
pull and the door slid open. The normally neat rooms were turned over and
furniture smashed and obvious struggle. No blood thanks God but Steve was
gone. She carefully searched for clues and found a single note.
If you care for Col. Trevor Advise WW to contact this number. Trembling
slightly she dials the number. A female voice obviously tapes answers.
“Trevor is alive with me now. If you care to see him again fly due south
from washinton200 KM and open frequency j333. WW quickly responded hurrying
to the invisible plane she headed south with the frequency wide open. Soon a
voice breaks the silence. “Fly east 700 km the due south 200km you will spot
a small island land on the north beach. Come alone and follow instructions
or your friend will be laid out in pieces for you to find. Remove your
shields so that you can be tracked.”
The transmission abruptly ended. Sheilds down the Amazon followed the
instructions. Soon the island appeared and the plane set down lightly on the
sand. Cautiously she studied the trees lining the beach. There was no
movement and only the sounds of the birds. Moving across the sand a narrow
path opened into the jungle a little too inviting she thought. WW moved down
the beach 100 yards and plunged into the dense jungle.
Branches whipped across the lovely features of her face and thorns scratched
her powerful legs. Still she moved on soon breaking into a small clearing,
sweaty, scratched but alert.
In the center of the clearing was Steve bound tightly to a post arms over
his head. Blind folded, his body was bruised and was naked save for a pair
of briefs. The effects of the struggle were evident. There was blood on the
corner of his mouth and bruise over the left eye. As WW approached as
platoon of armed men stepped into the clearing. Weapons were leveled and
aimed not at ww but the helpless Trevor. Rifles pointed and the bound main
from all directions. WW would be able to use the bracelets only from one
side. The plan had been well laid. An officer crossed to. Trevor and smiled
evilly as WW glared back.
“Release him at once, “commanded the Princess.
“What shall you do?” asked the soldier.
“You will pay for this,” she said. “He is US diplomat and you have no
right…..
“He is a prisoner of the Third Reich and we will do as we wish.”
With that he smashed the end of his baton into the ribs of the helpless
officer. Steve moaned in pain through the gag in his mouth. Again the
officer thrust his baton this time into Trevor’s groin.
WW started to move forward all of the rifles cocked. And she froze.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“YOU!”
Leering the officer studied the form of the Amazon knowing that she would
soon be the victim. He could hardly wait to have her squirming under his
thumb.
“Let Col. Trevor go and I will do as wish,” the mighty woman replied.
“Swear you will obey the commands you are given no matter what and we shall
see.”
“Very well butcher, I swear to be your prisoner and obey you.”
“Very well, whore, kneel before your conquers.”
“But…….I am a princess!”
A luger was quickly brought to the head of Trevor. WW glared and slowly
dropped to her knees arms at her sides. Her oath ringing in her ears. The
sand was warm against her bare knees, the sun hot. A tear entered her left
eye because she knew she had to obey, an oath she an Amazon princess could
not break. Trevor was cut down and dragged away.
“Where are you taking him you said he would be free!”
“So he shall as soon as you live up to your part of the bargain.”
“I gave my word as an Amazon Princess.”
“Good. Remove the bracelets, belt, rope and tiara.”
WW hesitated for a moment. She knew she would loose her powers if she obeyed
but she had to protect Steve and her honor as a princess. She slowly removed
the bracelets tossing them in to the sand. Next was the tiny crown that
encircled her head. Finally, her belt and rope. As it slipped from her
narrow waist she felt strength ebb and for once felt fear as she looked at
her captor.
Three women enter the clearing and approached the kneeling heroine. WW dared
not look p as they gathered her belongings and showed them to the officer.
He examined them carefully, only taking the lasso from its hook and holding
it. He then sent one woman off with the treasures following the path that
led from the clearing.
One woman approached the Amazon and pulled back on her hair. Very pretty she
thought to herself, thinking of all the pleasure she would gain from the
next few weeks.
Twisting the hair violently she said, “Remove the boots bitch, slave do not
deserve shoes.”
“I am no slave”, retorted WW>
A boot to the belly and another to the back doubled the proud Amazon.
“Remove the boots,” She laughed.
WW rolled slowly over; sitting in the sand she unzipped the red boots and
pulled them from her feet. The woman roughly pulled her to her feet. A thick
pole was placed under her arms and behind her back thrusting out her
magnificent chest. Her wrists were bound to the pole. Her arms spread wide
she did not look like a princess but a bound slave. The office came forward
holding the golden rope, its light coils hung loosely in his hand. I have
heard of its power he said. You ill teach me soon I think.
WW glared at him. He smiled an evil smile, raised the coils and brought them
hard across the bare thigh of WW left leg. I felt like iron of fore piercing
her. She yelped and moved back, only to be thrown to ground by the powerful
German woman. Another lash fell across her naked shoulders to laughter of
the soldiers watching. WW could only moan and writhe in the sand. Her golden
lasso burned as it whipped across her back. The German woman lifted her by
the pole and forced to march ahead of her as she jabbed the bound woman in
the back and ribs. The woman took delight in slapping and poking the bound
heroine. More than once she forced WW to fall into a thorn bush or to fall
into the mud and sand.
When they reached the camp compound WW ‘s yoke was tied to a pole and she
was left over night, displayed to the soldiers and the women, and a tasty
meal for the night insects of the jungle.
THE HUMILIATION
Weakened by her ordeal and covered in stings and bites WW was rudely
awakened by the splash of icy water thrown over her. A photographer snapped
her picture to be distributed to the world. WW CAPTURED, BOUND HEROINE IN
HANDS OF REICH.
Knowing her photo would be distributed around the world would was
humiliation enough. She could not imagine what was coming or the extent of
her pain. The three German women casually cut he ropes supporting her arms
and let her fall to the ground.
She landed hard. Her legs weak could not support her she laid motionless
eyes glazed.
The largest of the women lifted her up by her hair.
So this is the mighty Amazon, HA! She slapped her hard across the face.
Snapping her head to the left. WW struggled against the women holding as a
fist smashed into her belly and another to the right side of her face. Again
she was dropped into the mud of the compound amid the laughter of the women
and soldiers that has gathered around. The strong German bent over and
grabbed the long black main of the Amazon and dragged her on her buttocks
and back across the compound to the commander’s office.
“Did you have a quite evening?”
WW looked up with glazed eyes and garnered enough strength to rise on her
weakened legs. She glared at the commander and straightened herself. “You
cannot win this fight. I have more will than you have soldiers.”
“Yes my pet. But I have your word, your weapons, your strength, and you
friend!”
“What will you do to me?” she said almost with a sob.
“It has already begun. News of your capture has been broadcast around the
world. Your defeated image is on the cover of every paper in the world. You
career as a crime fighter and defender of justice is over.”
“So you’ve ruined me. What now? Release me in my shame and let me go home.”
“ No dear, there are more plans for you. This is only the beginning. After
all what man, or woman for that matter wouldn’t want to enjoy the “fruits”
of our capture?”
WW eyes widen, “What do you mean!,” She screamed.
With a simple nod the 2 female guards grab her and extend her arm to the
posts in the office. A third girl young and pretty secures the powerful legs
to rings in the floor. WW pulls helplessly at the ropes and chains but
without her belt and bracelets she is just another woman, an extremely fit
and lovely woman but just a woman.
“Please, let me go you’ve done enough!”
“Greta? Why not help our guest relax?”
The older powerful German guard stands in front of WW laughing. “ Yes, Sir.”
Greta backhands WW across the left cheek, forcing her head to snap to the
right. WW yelps as her face stings and burns. Greta picks up a pair of
shears from the desk and laughs as she clicks the sharp blades together.
“We have to make sure you were not injured in the ordeal in the forest
princess,” she says mockingly.
“What are you going to to…..No please don’t…….Not in here …..Oh
God!!!!!!!!!!1
Greta crosses behind and slits he blue star spangles shorts up the back.
Several more snips and the fall to the floor no more than a colorful rag. WW
moans audibly as her costume falls ruined to the floor.
“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
As a leather belt slashes across the firm butt leaving red streaks clearly
visible. Two more cuts and the panties fall to join the shorts. The
commander holds up a hand. He crosses to the Amazon and runs his hand over
her hip. You are indeed a delight he sneers letting his hand roam to the
full bush between the powerful thighs. WW is horrified to have a man so free
with her. AS his fingers touch the lips of her vagina she screams
pleaseeeeeeeee no. The office only continues his probing brushing the wet
tips of his fingers over WW lips. There, Taste your self-cow as all of the
soldiers will soon, my whore. He stands closer, taking the shears from
Greta. With an evil smile he looks into the teary eyes of the Amazon and
cuts the red bustier from the navel, slowly up. Stopping just below the
large firm breasts. Don’t WW whispers. Please don’t. He pushes the scissors
all the way up the points almost touching the beautiful chin.
SNIP>
The red fabric parts and falls away reveling the magnificent form of WW for
all the eyes to see. WW can only hang her head, her long hair draped
provocatively across her shoulders and breasts. She hangs in the ropes.
Sobbing weak defeated. What else could these people do to her. A camera
snaps photos of her naked form, there is nothing that the once princess, now
slave can do.
The commander lifts the chin of the humiliated heroine. Looking into the
soft blue eyes, he quietly says, “Greta, this bitch is still very proud.
Shear the wool from her cunt and stuff a pillow for me.” He drops her head
and walks to his desk.
Greta pulls a chair up to the captive as WW jerks in the ropes. She
gleefully pulls out a pinch of pubic hair to the wails of the captured
princess. The shears remove most the curly black hair and straight razor
takes care of the rest. The captive tenses at each pass of the razor and is
horrified as she watches the sharp blade pass over the tender flesh. Greta
inserts 3 fingers into the virgin’s pussy and suggests that it will be well
stretched before they are done. WW can only sob as she is taunted and
teased. Greta purposefully nicks a tender cunt lip and laughs as the Amazon
screams and jerks wildly in her bonds.
“Done, Sir.”
The commander looks up from the desk smirking as the woman runs her hand
over the freshly shaved skin. She opens the lips for the commander and
stretches them wide for his inspection. Greta rises and starts to walk away.
The commander barks and order “STOP!”
“Sir?”
“You aren’t done! I said the bitch is too proud. Shear the cow.
Completely!!!!”
Please, Hera, No more moans WW. Let me be. “
Greta tugs hard on the lustrous black mane and laughs. The shears cut close
to the scalp nicking occasionally making the captive squirm. A mirror is set
up so the Amazon can see her degradation. The black locks fall and she cries
and she shorn .
“Oh, my God,” she wails as she sees herself. “Please don’t let anyone see me
like this.”
Chuckles move around the room as a naked Col. Trevor is brought into the
room. He is placed near the woman as cameras snap and record the humiliating
meeting.
“Col. Trevor, please don’t look at me,” she cries. She is sobbing and
shaking as he looks at the once beautiful princess. His cock moves as his
eyes roam over the well displayed body, he cannot help himself.
“Too bad you cannot share her with us Col. We might give you the carcass
when we are Through. I just wanted you to remember her at her best. Take him
to the cell and wait my orders.”
Trevor is dragged away struggling and yelling at the captors to free the
woman and not to hurt her more. WW can only cry in humiliation as he is
removed from the room. She is humiliated and degraded her pictured tacked to
the wall the mirror revealing her to herself.
“Please, please let me go. Don’t hurt me any more what else do you want.”
Greta moves forward and uses the razor to scrape the remaining hair from the
head and does not stop until the princess is completely shorn including her
eye brows and lashes.
She is released from the bonds and sinks to floor sobbing as she tried to
gather the hair from the floor and the bits of her costume. A boot to the
belly sends her sprawling and
The bits of her past a taken away. The naked captive is placed in a cage for
the night and left to dwell on her fate.
Col. Trevor is not spending such a quiet night. The women amuse themselves
milking his cock and feeding him solutions to hinder erections. He is sucked
and poked until there is no more power left in his penis. All through the
night he is sucked and pumped. Pleading for peace the women are relentless.
In the morning he is dragged to the commanders office and bound to the same
posts that held WW> He is is gagged and blindfolded. Once more the women
pump him but there is no life in the penis that hangs between his legs.
Greta savagely brings a knee to Trevor’s groin. He moans and collapses. Icy
water revives him and a moan escapes his lips.
WW still naked is dragged intothe office she crys when she seesthe Col. “You
promised to free him.”
“We will free both of you.”
“Oh, thank Hera,” sobs WW.
“IF”
“If?”
“Yes my pet. If you will crawl to your beloved Col. And suck him till he
comes, “laughs the commander.
“No, please no. I can’t do that in front of everyone”
A whip lashes across Trevor’s back. He arches in pain as a second meets the
first. WW tries to run to him only to feel the third lash rake across her
back. She screams and is dragged to the door.
“Crawl cow!”
The proud woman sinks to her knees and crawls slowly across the room. Her
breasts hang underneath her and beautiful bottom sways for everyone. She is
forced to make mooing sounds as she moves and is pushed and dragged back
only to be made to crawl forward again. When she reaches the bound soldier,
she tearfully reaches up to his sore penis. Please forgive me Col. But if
you cum for me we will be free. She rubs gently but gets only squirms and
moans as a response. Her lips too have no effect. Humiliated even more by
the lack of response, the woman tries harder pleading for the man to get
hard groveling before him and the others. She uses her mouth and breasts,
never has a man failed to respond. All men want her. Her pleadings are
unanswered and her sobs increase.
After a half hour of fondling and sucking the penis of the Col. Hangs
limply between his legs. WW is exhausted and there is no more she can do.
The col is removed from the office and she is placed in a chair.
“So you have lost your charm says the commander.
I and my men enjoyed the show but your pathetic Col. cannot even get little
stiff for the Amazon Queen. Since you have failed your life as a slave will
continue. Give her to the soldiers.
A night of brutal rape follows. WW is fucked senseless only to be revived
and fucked again. Her mouth over flow with sperm as does her pussy and anus.
Multiple penetrations stretch and tear the pride of the Amazons. Her power
as a princess ebbs with each thrust and her dignity as a woman is stripped
away.
In the morning the commander again summons the ravaged slave to his
quarters. Again she is suspended and displayed for him. Again she made to
look at herself and the images of her torturous ordeal. WW garners some
strength and straightens up. LET ME GO> PLEASE>>>>>>>>>>
Her plea is answered with a slap across the face. Still not willing to
accept total defeat she is dragged again to the compound. The screaming
woman is bound to a low wooden frame and the soldiers of the camp take turns
pissing over the bruised form. Some shit on her back and ass, while other
rub the excrement into her face. When this horror stops the commander’s dog
a huge Lab is brought out to lick the sore pussy and ass. The commander is
pleased to see the animal mount the helpless victim and penetrate the sore
bleeding cunt. WW moans in pain and passion as the dog’s cock grows inside
of her. When it finally explodes deep inside of her it does so just as she
the Amazon princess cums as well. Her humiliation is complete her
degradation total.
DISTRUCTION OF BEAUTY
Once again the captive is dragged before her tormentor. She was scrubbed
roughly and cleaned before being hung again like meat at the butcher. Her
naked body scratched and bruised, her ass and cunt sore and aching. WW is no
longer the proud defender of justice but a helpless captive the toy of a
feind determined to destroy her.
“Well my pet. See what pride has done to you.” He lifts the bald head by the
chin. The face still beautiful the form lovely though bruised and battered.
“Please, no more. Please. I beg you as a woman. I can’t take any more. You
win Please, please………………..”
The commander sends everyone away. He pulls up a chair and lets his eyes
roam over the captive. His plans are simple now. He robbed her of the power
she used so skillfully. He ruined the reputation of the lady sworn to seek
truth. He humiliated and degraded a princess. He turned a queen into a fuck
toy and whore. Hair will grow back and bruises heal. His final chapter will
take from her what can never be returned. Yes he thinks to himself. I must
ruin the beauty of this slut so she will never let her face be shown to
world again.
“WW you a beautiful in defeat. I must change that.”
“What…….what are you going to do?”
I must make sure you never threaten the Reich again.
With that he picks up a stout stick an with savage force slams it into the
right knee of the perfectly formed leg. An agonizing scream escapes from the
captive woman. A second blow cracks the knee cap and shatters the joint.
GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD>>>>>>>>
A third blow to the inside of the knee ensured the leg will never be what it
was. The next target was the lovely left hip. Again the club shattered the
pelvis and the ball of the joint. Three crushing blows raise horrible
bruises and cause indescribable pain. He cuts her down.
“More tomorrow.”
The next day WW was forced to crawl into the office, dragging her battered
body, unable to stand at all on the broken limbs. She is roughly pulled into
the bonds and moans pitifully as she is again strapped into the humiliating
position. Her entire weight is supported by her shoulders, pulling hard on
the joints and wrists. The excruciating pain brings sweat pouring down her
body, he mirror reveals an ugly swollen knee and a legs twisted and miss
shaped. Her hip as well is bruised and swollen and the leg hangs useless
from the waist. There is no talk, no preparation.
The commander coolly approaches his victim. A cat o nine tails in hand. The
lovely skin of the back and but are the targets of a savage lashing. Tearing
the flesh and leaving bloody pulp in its path. The once WW has long since
passed out but the lashes continue.
He revives his victim by squeezing lemons across the scarred back and
laughing as he pours vinegar into her parched throat. He pierces each nipple
and inserts large rings of iron that will rust and infect the breasts. The
lovely face is the final target of his vengence. A brand in shape of a
swastika burns each cheek and the aquiline nose is smashed and split.
In the morning WW is forced to look at what remains of her and she is
shipped in a crate of pigs to her home island never to be seen again.
mattie