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Reich Justice Minister Franz Günter, the most powerful Nazi in the Western Hemisphere outside of the Fuehrer himself stood looking at the wreck that had once been the champion of all women.
Decades of torture had taken their toll on the Amazon, her once magnificent breasts now were wrinkled and sagged to her waist, covered in stretch marks and veins, and of course the swastika and eagle each had been branded with four decades earlier. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her face was lined and worn with years of pain. Her once powerful arms were flabby and her muscles flapped as she moved. The once taunt thighs were flabby too and the ass that was one of the most desirable on the planet drooped sadly.
Her scarlet, blue and gold Wonder Woman costume hung like a limp rag on her form, a mockery of it, and its wearer's former glory.
"I will do as you ask master" the once princess of the Amazons heard herself swear."P… please may this cow touch it?'
The "it" she begged so pitifully to touch was her power belt! The very source of her former glory was once again within reach, he held it in his hand as she knelt as his feet. Even at this distance she could feel its power, and like a drug her body had been addicted to for decades and deprived of for nearly as long it. A craving to touch it, to WEAR, to POCCESS it swept over her, but she had been well broken, she knew better than to reach for it without permission no matter how badly she was craving it.
"Do you remember what you once were Wonder Whore?' her master asked.
"Yes master" she answered as her conditioning demanded.
"Tell me" he demanded as she had feared he word.
"I was… I was Wonder Woman" she sobbed.
"And who WAS Wonder Woman?' he followed up.
The emphasis the German put on WAS wasn't lost on the woman kneeling cowed at his feet. "She was the Champion of all Women master, the defender of liberty" Diana felt a wave of sadness at what she had lost on that terrible day when the US had surrendered.
"And yet you succumbed to the master race didn't you slut?" the Nazi official pressed her further, "are you still that Wonder Woman?'
"No master" she answered truthful, her heart breaking at the fact she knew to be true.
"What are you now slut?' he persevered.
"I am yours Master, I am the Fatherland's, Prisoner number 001" came the reply she knew to give.
"Kiss my boot!" he ordered, then marveled as she did as she was commanded. "Swear your Amazonian oath to me!"
"I am yours master!" she cried, knowing it condemned her, "on my sacred honor!" The last words were bitter indeed. "What possible honor do I have left!" she thought to herself as she spate them out.
Her mind again raced back to the night in April 1960 and the Official US surrender to Germany and the Axis powers. When they started to make her what she was now, a pitiful groveling wreck kissing the boots of her Nazi masters.
She had been given to Adolph Hitler as a birthday present, wrapped up like a gift to the new master of the world. He had stood, his foot on her neck like a trophy deer taken in the forest as he received congratulations from the guests. Many high ranking Nazis as well a more than a few turncoat Americans lined up to shake his hand as he stood on her throat, on the world's throat.
They had used her little sister against her, ensuring her compliance no matter what depravities they heaped on her. And there were countless depravities heaped on her that night, and for the next several decades.
Even as Diana was groveling at Hitler's feet her younger sister had been delivered to the German's ally, Emperor Tojo. The young appearing blond was lapping water from a dog bowl at a State dinner in Tokyo, a gift from Hitler signifying their shared success as they prepared to carve up the world between them at the very moment Diana was being humiliated at Hitler's Birthday party.
They had promised Drusilla wouldn't be harmed if Diana co-operated, she had no choice. Of course they had lied; the younger Amazon Princess was given as a war prize the Reich's most powerful ally.
Diana knew when she agreed to submit they would never keep their word, but she had to try, maybe just maybe… So she submitted, one small piece of her pride dying each degrading act she had been forced to perform.
At Hitler's party the leaders of the new world order partied like they had just conquered the world and everything and everyone in it belonged to them, and in effect, they did.
After the exquisite meal Diana's new life of suffering began in earnest. More gifts were presented at the dinner to the world's new dictator, but none could compare to Wonder Woman herself.
Once the table was cleared of the main course Hitler pointed to the table, "remove your clothes for us Wonder Woman, you won't need those for a while! I will have them displayed in the New Reich museum in Berlin! Leave your tiara and boots on slut!"
Diana wanted to refuse, to lash out at these cretins, but she knew Drusilla and countless millions were under the Nazi's heel, and it had been made abundantly clear, if she refused them anything someone would suffer horribly for her disobedience. The Fuehrer pointed, "Climb on the table and strip for the people."
She lost track of the men, women, animals and foreign objects she had been raped with that night and the years after. It was probably better she couldn't recall all the abuse…
He visitor snapped her back to the present, "001, please try to focus, I am here to see if you are worth salvaging. Stay with me please."
"S..sorry master" she apologized like a whipped dog, ne noted how broken she seemed.
"Prisoner 001, do you remember what it was like to be Wonder Woman?" he asked, "The Champion of all Women?"
"I…I try not to" she admitted truthfully, "it is too painful now"
"Let me remind you" the Nazi replied, "Wonder Woman was the symbol of the allied cause, all of what they considered good and right!" He held up a rare color photograph of her from the 40's when she was in her prime. "Just look at you back then 001, you were magnificent!" He marveled at her transformation, from stunning ideal of a perfect female, to a disgusting husk of her former self.
"It must have been thrilling to be this lovely creature, yes?" he asked.
Conditioned to answer she gave the truth quickly, "It was master"
"Imagine being able to stop a Tiger Tank all by yourself" the German whistled softly. "Had your own people not sold you out 001 we might not have been able to capture you without killing you. What a waste that would have been!"
Prisoner 001, as she thought of herself now screamed in her own mind, "I WISH YOU HAD KILLED ME INSTEAD OF THIS!"
"Well 001, I have decided to offer you this" he stated in a matter of fact voice, "If you agree to submit to the Fuehrer by agreeing to serve me faithfully, to obey my every command, I am authorized to change your designation from prisoner 001, to Special Project 001."
"W…what does that mean?' she asked, then added quickly, "Master.."
"I will not sugar coat it 001" he replied coldly, "You will be restored, partially at least, in order to serve me and the New Reich."
"What could be any worse than what I am now?" Diana thought to herself. Out loud she asked, "Serve you how master?"
"You will publically admit and renounce your wrongs against the state for starters" he informed her. "You will thank the Reich for its mercy and for another chance to serve humanity as a slave of the Reich"
Diana remembered what it was like to be strong, to be free, but that isn't what he was offering. He was offering a different kind of enslavement, and he left no doubt of what it was, changing on set of shackles for another, but there were some perks.
"The Fuehrer has authorized a reclamation project, you. As we were cleaning up old property and preparing to dispose of it, your file came up and I approached him with my idea. Basically, you will be restored to a certain controlled level, and of course studied, although we have developed to the point you are little value that way" he admitted." One of your duties will be making a full length documentary of your life up to now. You will be required to repent your sins against the Reich of course as I said before. And there is one other thing 001, you will be required to aid in the hunting down of the resistance fighters. Your exploits will be televised weekly for the masses; we have television in nearly every home now, and large screens for people to watch the triumphs of the Reich as required by law!"
"H…hunt w…who?" Diana stammered, stunned at the demand.
"Whomever we designate as an enemy of the state" he filled her in, "you would have been a target for example. Another would be a masked bitch called Batgirl that slinks around at night disrupting the peace"
"N…never heard of Batgirl" Diana answered softly, and then thought to herself, "So there are people fighting these bastards still! It was encouraging.
"Yes, there are still some serious resistance fighters out there" the German admitted, in addition to the ones we control directly and indirectly. But do not think you will be able to escape and join them 001; we have methods to prevent that. You will do exactly as we say, when we say to do it. Make no mistake about that!"
"Also, you will be my personal assistant as well" he informed her. "This, by the Fuehrer's orders must be your own choice; I give you the freedom to make your decision"
She considered it a moment, then gave her answer, "I do not think I can perform what you ask of me master" she answered finally. "I cannot, I WILL NOT, sell out my own people"
"Please reconsider 001" he advised. "None of your "own people" are out there anymore. Your sister for example has been bred 20-30 times by the various emperors of Japan. You have a lot of nieces by the way. Superman has earned a place running generators to supply power to Germany. By running generators I mean running in a hamster wheel to turn massive turbines. We have altered his brain to need only two things. When he generates the kilowatt quota for the day he is given a female prisoner to use. He watches the dial drooling like an animal until the quota is met, the females of course do not survive the experience…"
"Others like Supergirl are kept as you are" he went on, "You see, you would not be capturing anyone you know, no former colleagues."
"Still, I would be betraying my country, master" she argued.
"There is no more United States of America" he reminded her, "that ended in 1960 don't you recall? There was a big party, I have seen film of you stripping on a table for the Fuehrer… and fucking everything with a cock including his dog! I remember you fucking the former Presidents wife, Jackie Kennedy, what a lovely creature she was. Did you know she bore the Fuehrer two sons before she took her own life? Of course not, you have been locked in here haven't you? I expect the news travels slowly in this cesspool."
The truth tore at Diana's heart like a dull knife wielded by a mad man, it was all gone, all of it. Taken away by these German bastards, all liberty snuffed out like a candle around the globe. He went on, "If you refuse my offer you will be sold as surplus at the next auction of unwanted goods. Perhaps you will end up with a decent man, who knows. I don't expect you will bring much in your present condition. Perhaps a whore house will buy you cheap to use up what is left of you? Perhaps as a novelty act at our soldier rest homes. I doubt any German citizen will have much interest, but our local militias might just to see how long you survive their sadism. They are a rough lot, hated by the local populations because they do rule strictly over local matters beneath a German's attention"
He saw her visibly slump as she reconsidered his "offer". "Master, if I agree, the belt? You will let me hold it?"
"No," he admitted, "But I will allow you to touch it periodically. I will restore you to good health, and when I need you to perform a task for me, I will allow you to touch it as long as you serve faithfully."
She pondered where fate had brought her, to the feet of another Nazi bastard with the power of life and death over her. Or more like the power of miserable life over a life of pure hell. A choice of how and how much she would suffer. But he WAS offering the opportunity to touch the golden belt she could feel just inches away, there beside him. It drew her like an addict to cocaine, an irresistible urge to hold it, to feel its power coursing through her again. Her long confinement away from it had weakened her, sickened her, but it had become bearable after a while, but now she had felt it again, like a drunk falling off the wagon, she would do anything for a mouthful of drink.
"I….I need to touch it master" she whispered, "Please, anything you ask, just let me…"
"We have an agreement?" the German asked, holding the one thing left in the world Diana gave a damn about now just inches from her.
She lifted a hand that shook like an old woman's wrinkled claw, not daring to reach for it without permission, even though she craved it's touch like the breath of life itself. Its shining golden surface reflected her haggard worn face, startling her at her own wretched appearance. She looked like a zombie, pale, wrinkled, worn down…
It wasn't worth fighting anymore she decided, "I…do…I will master" she finally swore, "p…please, you promised"
"Lick my boots clean slave" he ordered, "show your fealty, then I will allow you one minute. Then we will take you to my office and begin your new life"
His shinny new boots hardly had a spot on them, but Diana new the reason behind his demand; it had nothing to do with cleanliness! It was just another Nazi putting her in her place as his slave.
She did a good job considering how dry her mouth was, she had polished many an officers boots this way over the decades of her enslavement, the bastards always seemed to demand it, and of course the use of her mouth, or other orifice…
As he stared down at the haggard woman cleaning his boots with her mouth he could not help but become aroused, even as her stretch marked pendulous breasts flopped back and forth loosely in a mockery of their former glory.
Still, under all those years of abuse he could see what used to be, and would be again if his plan went as he expected. After all, she was just another female when you boiled it all down to its essence.
When had finished spit shining his boots to his satisfaction he kept his word, "Turn around 001" he ordered. "Polishing my boots will be a task you will do every morning, is that clear?"
"Yes master" she whispered, "the belt master, you promised,…the belt…please" It's proximity called to her irresistibly, she could feel it's power pulsing, calling to her.
"Yes, I did promise, one full minute with your precious belt!" he laughed. He laid it across her bare back, over countless scars from whippings gone by. Her back looked like a road map of abuse from all the floggings.
Almost immediately he noticed the scars begin to fade, only slightly, but they were definitely fading as the power to heal flowed from the belt into the kneeling Amazon. The German made note of how rapid the healing took place, he would not want to let her regain to much of her former power, at least not until he had some controls back in place. She squirmed and moaned in ecstasy under the golden strap like it was the touch of a long missed lover!
"HHHOOO!!! HHHOOOO!" she gasped in short burst as she felt the power for the first time in over half a century. Her nipples hardened like rocks under the powerful touch of the belt, an occurrence the German did not fail to note.
"There is an erotic factor in the touch as well!" he said out loud as she groaned in front of him. "Time is up!" he declared and moved the belt from her back.
"NO! Please master, a few seconds more, please" Diana begged pathetically like an addict."I will lick your boots again… anything, please… I need more!"
Her pleas brought his cock to full staff disgusting as she was to look at. Then he had an idea. "You will suck my cock and I will put five minutes on my stop watch." He offered. "If you make me cum, and you swallow it all before the five minutes is up, you will get the remaining time touching the belt. Make me cum in four minutes and you get the last minute and so one. Agreed, this should motivate you…"
"May I touch you master?' she purred in a sultry voice, well practiced over the decades of sexual debasement.
"You may open my fly before your time starts" he allowed
"Thank you master" she whispered again in that smoky tone, knowing it would help her cause to make him come quickly, "you are most generous! Ohhh, and well hung too master!" She piled it on thick with what every man wanted to hear, true or not. Although in this case it was true enough as a full eight inches sprang free of his shorts at full attention!"
"On the count of three begin!" he told her, "One, two, THREEEE!"
The last syllable had barely left his throat before her warm rough tongue slid up his shaft starting at the base of his ball sack. That alone almost set him off immediately, and then she enclosed his manhood in her warm, wet, well trained mouth, slowly taking him all the way into her throat until her nose touched his stomach. It was an erotic sight like he had never experienced as she bobbed her head quickly up and down his shaft.
"GOTT IN HIMMEELLL!!" he shouted, "You are certainly talented whore!"
At three minutes and forty five seconds he could no longer stop the express train of cum flowing from down in his balls up through his cock. She caught his massive spew in her throat like the expert cock sucker she had become, barley choking at all on his load. He pulled her back by her hair; he wanted the last spurt of his massive orgasm on her face, marking her.
"Leave it there until I tell you to remove it whore!" he declared as he panted while holding the belt draped over her again. He marveled at the healing power of the belt as her scars faded more, her tits even seemed less grotesque in the short time he allowed contact with her power belt.
"Offer your throat" he demanded after fastening his own pants. The kneeling prisoner obeyed. He took off her old collar and replaced it with his own. She heard the clasp click shut, and then an odd hissing sound. "This collar has a tracking device 001, we use satellites now and this can find you anywhere on the planet, even deep underground. It also has an explosive charge capable of severing your head that can be activated in several ways should you try to escape. It can be programmed remotely, and not even I can remove it without killing you, it is now part of you for the rest of your life. I do not wish to be seen with you in your present condition, I will have you delivered to my office tomorrow morning."
With that he motioned to a guard to take her back to the small stone cell where she had been confined for years. She was allowed her first hot shower in decades before they chained her to the floor using her clit ring as they always did at night.
She lay on the floor contemplating what her life had amounted to up until now, and what her "agreement" with the Germans meant going forward. But she knew this, the brief contact with her fabled power belt had made her feel more alive than she had in decades. She felt slightly less weak and sick, and the need to touch it again was growing in her like a gnawing hunger.
In her near mad state she muttered to herself, "The bastards will use me like they always have, I don't want to hurt anyone. I am not a traitor… But there is no more country to betray is there? Is it a betrayal? Do I really have a choice?"
Then she shouted to herself loud enough for the guards down the hall to hear clearly, "I AM SICK OF THIS! I GAVE ALL I HAD FOR MY COUNTRY AND COMRADES AND WE LOST! I WANT TO LIVE AGAIN! I WANT OUT OF THIS HELL! FUCK THE WORLD AND ITS PROBLEMS! WHAT ABOUT ME??? WHO IS WORRIED ABOUT MY WELFARE?'
She had finally reached the point where she could bear it no longer, the glimmer of hope, the tiny straw of possibility the Nazi offered seemed like a life raft to a drowning Wonder Woman. She has decided to reach for it, what did she have to lose, her soul perhaps? That was already crushed under the jack booted Nazi thugs years ago.
And the belt that brief instant with that belt was like a glutinous meal after a yearlong fast, and she needed more. She was almost eager for something for the first time in decades when the guards came for her; she hadn't slept a wink, but seemed more refreshed than in years, oddly energized once her agonizing decision had been made.
She was led out of the forbidding confines of the Nazi super prison for the first time in many long years. She was still stark naked, as she exited the heavily fortified building, the sun blinding her as it struck her eyes for the first time in nearly half a century. She tried to shield her once crystal blue, now dulled by countless hours spent in an unrelenting hell, they shackles they had placed on her hindered her lifting her arms that far. "Like I am a threat!" she remarked under her breath. The heat of the sun on her darkness bleached skin felt almost foreign to some one who once practically lived outside. It turned her skin red almost instantly as they marched her shuffling up the street.
Her eyes finally adjusted to the glare of the mid day sun and she had the chance to look around. She figured a woman being led by armed guards would draw attention, but no one even much looked at the procession and those that did averted their eyes quickly when a guard glanced in their direction.
What she began to see shocked and disheartened her to her already shattered soul, every woman, except a handful were wearing collars, and very little clothing. Many were being led by men, some by women who were clearly their mistress, and not a few were not being led but were unwavering in what ever mission they were on.
Diana did notice the streets were impeccable clean around what had once been known as Washington D.C, now renamed for the German Hero, Hermann Goering. Diana saw several obvious slaves, many of a different race, mostly blacks cleaning, some with trash canisters strapped to their backs. Others were scrubbing the new Reich's statues of bird droppings. They led her past where the Lincoln Memorial once stood, in his chair a foreboding looking Adolf Hitler sat now. All the city's landmarks had been altered to suit their new masters. They finally reached what had been 1600 Pennsylvania street, the former White House. She was led through the gates past heavily armed guards. There on the lawn was a huge statue of the German eagle perched on a Swastika. To Diana it symbolized the humiliation of the former United States; it defiled all the White House had stood a century before the Nazi's came and perverted it. But it was all gone now, every shining ideal of the founding fathers discarded on the trash heap of history, trodden under heavy Nazi jack boots.
She was stopped just inside the front door of the building she was stopped, "Get on the podium, all slaves must be photographed for their ID chip!"
Diana was posed for the photograph with her once strong supple firm and smooth legs now flabby and stretch marked like the rest of her scared body spread wide. Her drooping cunt lips hanging in plain view, her empty milk bags hung like flesh sacks nearly to her navel. "God she is hideous" one fully clothed female worker noted as she took finger prints. "Who would want an old hag like this around?'
"None other than Reich Justice Minister Franz Günter himself" was the curt answer she received from her superior, "shut up and prep her, keep your comments to yourself about who the Reich Minister brings here or you will find yourself naked out there servicing tourist on your back!"
"Yes Sir!" she snapped a Nazi salute quickly; she knew she served at his whim. She knew she would have his cock in her mouth at lunch break, appeasing his anger.
The blond girl in an American Nazi Party uniform pointed to derelict woman, "Smile cunt, this is for your permanent records.
The camera unmercifully recorded her scared broken body in every detail, her pendulous breast covered in stretch marks, her once shiny raven hair matted with tangles and turning grey. Her grin added to the ludicrousness of the security photo.
Her once firm abdomen soft and flabby as the rest of her, even her neck had folds of loose skin.
"Well, that is as attractive as we can make you crone" the pert blond exclaimed. "It will have to do, we don't have much to work with do we?"
"Once her vitals were recorded for the record she was re-leashed and led to an escalator where a different guard took control of her.
She was led into the Oval Office where behind a desk that all the American Presidents had used sat the Reich Minister. She was led to a corner of the office where she was fastened to a ring in the floor. The Reich Minister ignored her as he went about his morning's business until about 11:30. He hit a button, "hold my calls"
Diana was sure she was about to be raped one more time, but instead the German pushed the button, "Send in a fresh one, a young blond American this time"
The German then looked at Diana, then rose and unfastened her lead chain. "Go clean my toilets slave"
Diana's face turned crimson red as she realized she was fit only as a toilet slave for this powerful man. Somehow she had envisioned herself as his prized trophy, instead she would be cleaning toilets.
"Move you ugly cunt" he shouted. "clean ever square inch. Supplies are in the closet. While you clean any man who stops in, you will offer to service him. I doubt many will accept, but you WILL offer slave!"
Diana felt wobbly as she staggered toward her new career, a toilet slave… She could hear the American girl being raped on the oval office desk as her eyes leaked a stream of tears she didn't even know she had left… She had sold her soul to become a toilet slave?