The Domination of Wonder Woman - Part 3.

    As Danny's car sped away, Drucella made her way down
the dirt road that ran down to the beach. She had a
difficult time convincing the boy she lived here and that
she didn't want to ride with him anymore. "I don't know why
everyone's so protective. Nothings going to happen to me. I
can take care of myself." she blasted as she stomped down
the road.
    After about 20 or 30 feet, past the visibility of the
road, the young amazon stopped and began to twirl. In a
blinding flash, Wonder Girl stood where Drucella once was.
    Running at an amazing speed she bounded and leapt down
the road and cliff faces as she headed for the beach below.
In a matter of a few minutes she had leapfrogged her way to
the bottom and stood in the white sand of the beach.
    The sun had gone down at this point but the moon was
full and it lit up the beach like a huge, soft spot light.
Of course Dru didn't actually need that much light to see
since her amazon physique gave her super vision along with
her other abilities.
    "Where should I start," Dru said as she slowly moved
around the beach. So anxious was she to lay her hands on a
few Nazis she hadn't noticed a sentry sitting halfway up
the hill that overlooked the beach.
    Since Pamela's unannounced visit, the countess had
decided a sentry would be a good thing to have. At first the guard
didn't see the young nymph coming down the hill since his
vision was only normal and he could only see pale shadows and
silhouettes. He continued to sit puffing away slowly on one of 
those delicious American cigarettes until Dru nearly landed
on top of him as she did one of her 40 foot leaps down the 
cliff. All he could see was the underside of a very shapely
girl passing nearly 3 feet overhead and shooting past him going 
down hill.
    He quickly snuffed out his cigarette and slid behind
some rocks, grasping his field phone. "Damn!" he exclaimed
as he slowly cranked the phone and picked up the receiver.

     -     -     -
    The countess sat at her desk as she reviewed various
photographs of US government personnel when her field phone
rang.
    "What is it." she said bluntly.
    "Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman is coming up the beach."
said the whispering, stuttering guard on the other end.
    "WHAT!" screamed the countess as she quickly stood up
"Keep an eye on her! I'll be at the entrance." 
    As she slammed the phone down in its case she called
out to her two assistants. "Hanz, Fritz! Come with me!" she
ordered. All three of them bolted for the side tunnel
entrance.
    The countess was an extremely attractive woman in her
late 30's. Her family was the richest and one of the most
influential families in all the third Reich. She stood
about 5'7" and had very long, jet black hair that ran down
to the small of her back. Her face was wide and full with
two large, dark brown eyes and a wide, full mouth. Her
eyes, no matter what expression, always had a slight tilt
to them that gave her a devious look giving anyone the
impression that this woman always had something wicked and
sexy on her mind. 
    Her body was stalky but fit with two above average sized 
breasts and a set of wide, motherly hips. Her muscles and
fat hung lazily on her frame giving her a constant relaxed
and satisfied look. It was as though you could come up
behind her and grab her literally anywhere and she would
not jump once.
    Everything about this woman was dark from her hair and
eyes to her tight dress and skirt down to her silk stockings
and black stiletto shoes. This woman's main weapon, besides
her wits, was her body, which she took pleasure in using
to get whatever she wanted.
    She peered through the peephole out onto the moonlit
beach. "Ah, this is not Wonder Woman." she said slowly as
she continued to study Dru.
    "Then who is it?" asked Hanz.
    "It is the Wonder Girl our agents reported to us on their
last visit here. She's not what I had expected but, I have
an idea." the countess said as she stepped away from the
peephole. "Quickly, we haven't much time!"

     -     -     -

    Drucella walked along the beach, twirling and scanning
it as though ready for anything. Like a kid playing a game
she pretended that every rock had a Nazi behind it. 
    Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she could see a
light shinning out of a doorway in the rocks. "Ah ha!" she
said to herself as she stealthily entered the	doorway.
    The hallway was poorly lit except for the one bright
bulb at the entrance. Along the sides were several tall
crates which formed a narrow corridor running down the
center. At the other end she could spy a female form facing
her.
    "Come into my web said the spider to the fly." the
countess mussed.
    "I don't know who you are but if you're the countess,
I'm going capture you and your group of Nazis!" Dru
proclaimed as she stood with her hands on her hips and her
legs slightly apart.
    "OOOOOO! I'm so afraid." mocked the countess as she
hunched her back in pretend fear and wiggled her fingers at
 the young girl.
    Like a steam locomotive blowing its stack, Dru snarled
and bolted at the countess. In a matter of moments she was
on the dark haired woman but, as she went to grab her, her
hands bounced off a hard, flat surface.
    The mirror fell backward and hit the soft dirt floor as
Dru stood stunned and confused. At that moment she felt a
hard pull from behind as her magical belt left her waist.
    The countess stepped out from behind one of the crates
holding the belt. "Get her!" she cried.
   At that moment a mob of 5 men jumped out from behind
various crates and pilled on top of the now helpless Drucella. 
Dru wiggled and gyrated in futility as the mass of arms and
legs wrapped themselves around her struggling body, holding
it in place. 
    As they pulled her to the floor, a hand came from
behind her head and a handkerchief clamped itself down over
her nose and mouth. She struggled wildly as the ether took
effect, sapping the girls strength.
    The mass of bodies surged as the struggling girl fought
in hopeless desperation to escape. At last, though, the
overwhelming odds were too much and the young amazon's
struggles stilled. Drucella let out a soft, dull moan as
she slipped unconscious.
    The countess stepped up to the pile of men as they
picked up the unconscious heroine. "Take her." the countess
said non-chalantly as she examined Wonder Girl's lasso.
"You've earned some ehem... entertainment."
    With that the men reveled in their captured prey and
carried Dru down the dark, murky hallway toward the
grotto.
    "Yes, my dear Wonder Woman, you will come to save your
sister." the countess said holding up the lasso, "And I'll
be waiting." 

     -     -     -

    "Dru, Dru..." Diana called out as she walked into the
living room. "Where is that girl." she thought as she looked
about the apartment.
    As she walked back into the living room she spied Dru's
note on the telephone. 
    "Damn!" Diana cursed and with that the large brunette
bolted out the door and down to her car.

     -     -     - 

    The countess slowly sauntered down one of the curved
tunnels that made up the tiny maze of hallways in the
underground base. The base wasn't built by the Nazis.
Apparently, years ago, this cave was constructed by
gangsters during the prohibition to smuggle and make
liquor. In researching a place of operations, the German
high command had found out about the grotto and made sure
all records of it were removed from the local police
records. 
    She made her way toward a large wooden door at the end
of the narrow hallway. As she approached, a slight smile came
to her face as the sounds of moans and grunts grew louder
and louder. She knew the sound of torture when she heard
it and a slight tingle of excitement shot down her back and
between her legs as she opened the cell door. She stood in 
the open doorway staring and biting lightly on her lower lip 
as she watched in deviant, satisfaction at the tantalizing 
spectacle before her.
    Drucella was on the floor. Her hands were tied
together and over her head and securely anchored to a large ring 
that hung from the ceiling. This left her in a doggie-style
kneeling position with her upper body weight supported by
her hanging arms.
    She was stripped naked and was in the company of three
of the dock workers. The first was laying on his back,
parallel to Dru and underneath her. His legs were spread
wide apart and they lay to either side of her knees. This
put him in a position where his face rested almost right
under the young captive's large breasts. 
    In each hand he had firmly cupped each breast and was 
feverishly squeezing and massaging them. The large round
orbs flattened and squished together violently as he took
insidious joy in molesting them. His fingers pinched and
pulled at her ripe, hard nipples making each gland shimmy
and slosh about as she reacted to each teasing tug with
a twist of her torso. 
    Every now and again he would wrap his arm around her
back and pull himself up, landing his mouth hard down over
an exposed nipple. Like some wild animal feeding he would suck
and squeeze her tit violently in some vain attempt at
milking her dry.
    Drucella grunted and moaned but her helpless cries were muffled.
The second worker was poised in front of her with his pants
down around his ankles. With his hands clamped around her
brunette head, holding it still, he slid his penis in and out of her 
mouth slowly, forcing the member deep into her throat with each
pump. Drucella breathed heavily through her nose as the
member completely blocked her mouth. Her lips wrapped
around it tightly and she could do nothing as it penetrated her
mouth again and again.
    Behind her though, was the main reason for her
struggling and moaning. Another dock worker was crouched behind her, 
his heavy, hard hands wrapped around her waist. He twisted and 
pounded his cock inside of her over and over as he viciously 
penetrated and raped her.
    Her hips surged and wiggled about in defiance as he
continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper into her
defenseless vagina. With each intense thrust came a
cooresponding moan of resistance from the bound girl.
    "Ah the great Wonder Girl, HA!" gasped the enraged worker.
"I'll teach you a little lesson in manners BITCH!" he
exclaimed as he stepped up fucking her.
    As the worker increased his pumping, Dru began to
wiggle about frantically. As she did so her head bobbed and
rocked back and forth, intensifying the second workers
experience. 
    Like a balloon ready to burst the pressure
began to build. As each man thrust his cock into her, she
reacted by gyrating in resistance. This excited the men
even more and the vicious spiral continued to climb. 
    Then, almost as though she knew what would happen next,
Dru began to moan wildly, grunting objective sounds of
resistance as the two men began to arch their backs,
surging in excitement.
    Sensing the coming flood, the first man under her,
grabbed her firmly around her back and plunged a breast into
his mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could. Dru began
to yell at this point, knowing she could not escape.
    Swelling higher and higher, the mound of men and one girl
surged inevitably upward. Then, in a moment of tension
filled silence, both men let out a low, dull cry as each 
exploded inside her.
    Drucella gulped and choked as the cum filled her mouth
and forced itself down her throat. The man in front of her
reached his hand down under her chin and slowly caressed
the lump in her throat, forcing her to swallow heavily. The
rest of the cum poured out around her mouth and trickled
down her chin forming a trail of semi white liquid. This
trail added to the already existing trails, made over the last
few hours, that ran down her neck, over her chest and down 
each breast. That pretty little mouth had tasted several of
the countess's men and this was most definitly not the
last.
    The worker behind her grabbed her buttocks with each
hand and continued to penetrate her, making sure to pump
every last drop inside. "How's that you American slut!"
gloated the worker. "Maybe you like some more eh!? Maybe I
let you lick it clean?!"
    Dru rocked back and forth slowly as the two men
continued to relieve themselves inside her. She had spent
the last few hours at the hands of her tormentors being
relentlessly violated. At first the experience was painful and
rough but, as each man took his turn, she slowly began to
slip into a state of semi-euphoria. Each penetration
brought her new, overwhelming experiences as the shock
passed and the waves of ectasy poured through her.   
    "Enough." The countess said slowly and softly, "Can't
you see our little guest is enjoying herself too much as it
is? We don't want to over indulge her now do we?" she said
in a sadistically, sarcastic voice, letting out a deviant
chuckle as she entered the room and waved off the three men.
    "Ya Vole." blurted the three men as they forcefully
pushed the defeated female to the floor and stood to their
feet, getting dressed. 
    They stood around the helpless female in a protective 
semi-circle as the countess walked around to Dru's front
and knelt down to face her. Reaching out with one hand she
softly grabbed Drucella by the chin and forced Dru to look
her in the eye.
    "Now you don't want to do this all day do you?" asked
the countess. 
    "I would think the few hours you've had to
get to know my men and to find out what kind of nice people
they are would make you just anxious to be our little
friend." she said smiling. 
    Drucella let out a defiant, animalistic snarl as she
pulled her head away from the countess's stare. Drool and
cum dribbled out of her wet mouth as she gritted her teeth
and stared rebelliously back at the woman.
    "When my sister gets here, you're going to be real sorry!" 
Dru exclaimed in protest in a low, rasping voice.
    The countess pulled her hand away and looked at the cum
on her fingers. Then, staring back at Wonder Girl she slowly
plunged her fingers into her own mouth and sucked the cum
from them, licking the remnants off each finger tip and off
her lips.
    Drucella mouth opened slightly in surprise at the
depravity of this woman.
    The countess stood back up and smiled a cool, wide
smile as though patronizing Drucella. "Don't worry my
dear, your sister will be joining you shortly." she giggled 
as she walked to the door. She then gave one of the men behind 
Dru a quick stare and a nod.
    With that, the three men pounced on the helpless
heroine. Untying her hands they wrestled her to the floor
pulling her hands behind her back and tying them, first at
the elbows, then at the wrists. They then proceeded to gag
her, first stuffing her mouth with a rolled up rag and
securing it in place with a long white handkerchief.
    "Seeing how you don't want to talk, you don't mind
being gagged now do you." chuckled the countess as she
reach into her coat pocket and produced a long, thin,
nicely decorated, black box about 12 inches long.
    After trussing Drucella up, the men rolled the
struggling amazon on her back. Two of the men each grabbed a
leg and pinned her limbs down while the third held her down
by the shoulders. 
    The countess walked around to Drucella's feet and knelt
down between her legs. "And just so you don't get bored
with your own silence, I think you should meet a very, very
close friend of mine." said the countess as she opened the
box and pulled out its contents.
    The dildo was about 12 inches long, made of ivory
and was carved with several wicked bumps and ridges that
ran all down its length. At the end, a special protrusion
ran from the base, back up the length and to the top. At
the end of the protrusion was a large ball that clamped
down on the phallic with a kind of spring tension. The whole
thing looked like a huge, wide ball point pen with a pocket
clip running along the outside. Also from the base ran two
thin elastic strap loops.
    "I call this my bitch tamer." said the countess as she
leaned toward Dru and looped each elastic loop around
Drucella's feet and slide the dildo up her legs. Dru surged
and cried muffled cries of resistance as the over-sized dildo 
plunged into her. The clip portion slid up along the outside 
of her vagina, between her lips and the ball clamped down
hard on her exposed clitoris.
    The countess then took the loop ends and hooked them
over Dru's wide hip bones, strapping the diabolic phallic
in place. She then gave Dru a couple of affectionate
pats on her tummy and stood up.
    The two men holding her legs forced her legs together
and, using several lengths of rope, they tied her legs
together at the thighs, knees and ankles. They then returned
to holding her down.
    The bound and gagged nymph struggled and gyrated
slowly as she tried to work the dildo out. "Oh you'll never
get that out." the countess mused. "Oh by the way, let me 
show you my favorite feature." and with that the countess 
reached between Dru's legs and flipped a switch at the
base of the dildo.
    Drucella's hips surged uncontrollably as the phallic went
to work vibrating and thrusting in a relentless attempt to
defeat its victim. The countess then leaned over Dru's face
and, kissing her two fingers she placed them
on Dru's cheek and said "Good-bye my sweat. Soon you will
be broken and you will tell me everything I want to know."
    With that the three men let Drucella go and stood out of the way. 
Like a wild, bucking filly being let out of its shoot, Dru 
flailed and gyrated frantically on the floor as the waves of 
uncontrollable ecstasy pounded away at her will power.
    The four left the cell staring and laughing at the
bound and gagged heroine struggling and moaning on the floor.
As they left they could hear a low dull moan from the
helpless Wonder Girl as the first of dozens of climaxes claimed a
little portion of her will power.
    "She will break soon." the countess softly said to her
men.  "The real challange will be Wonder Woman and I have a
very special surprise in store for her." "It will be a
pleasure bringing that American bitch down off her high
pedestal."
   
The Domination of Wonder Woman - Part 4.


     Wonder Woman landed hard on the sandy beach as she practically 
flew down the side of the cliff. "Don't worry Dru!" Diana whispered 
desperately. "I'm coming for you."
     Diana stood on the dark, cool beach, scouring the hills and cliffs for 
any sign of her mischievous sister. As she slowly moved along the 
shore, she could see a small glint of light coming from a pile of rocks 
ahead. Where as Drucella had lumbered toward the light like a bull 
elephant, Diana stealthily approached it like some exotic jungle cat.
     She could see the light was coming from a man-made stone door 
that was slightly ajar. Pushing gently on it, she opened it just enough for 
her body to pass and she quickly slipped inside.
     The light came from a single bulb that hung down from a cable that 
ran along the ceiling from the door, down the tunnel and into the 
darkness ahead. Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead of her, blocking the 
narrow tunnel.
     "Ah, the famous American avenger Wonder Woman. I've heard so 
much about you." said the man as he stood in her path. He was tall, lean 
and wore a thick black raincoat with a Stetson hat. "Is this what you are 
looking for?" he said as he held up Drucella's barrette, balancing it on 
his finger and sprouting a wicked smile.
     "YOU!... What have you done with Dr... Wonder Girl!" Diana blasted 
almost blurting out Drucella's name. "I'm going to make you all PAY!" 
and with that Diana bolted for the mysterious gentleman.
     Suddenly, like a train slamming on the brakes, she slid to a stop 
about 3/4 the way to her target. Stopping for a moment she spied the 
man more closely. "The buttons..." she thought to herself. Looking about 
she could see a stack of crates between her and her antagonist, a stack 
of crates that would be a perfect hiding place for what she suspected 
was going on.
     Standing upright and confidently putting her hands on her hips, she 
cocked her hips to one side and sprouted a suspecting smile. "I didn't 
know women's clothing on men was the main fashion in Germany these 
days?" she asked coyly.
     "Vas is this?" The man said looking very puzzled at himself. "Vat do 
you mean?"
     "The buttons on your raincoat. They're on the wrong side. Either you 
like wearing women's clothing or..." Diana leapt forward, ignoring the 
man in front of her and headed straight for the hidden area behind the 
crates in front of her.    
     "...you're a reflection..." she stated as she pounced on the knook. 
With a burst of speed and agility she twisted him out from behind the 
crates and flipped him hard over her head and down the tunnel back 
toward the entrance.
     At that point, two men stepped out from behind the stacks of crates 
between her and the exit and began shooting at her. She effortlessly 
deflected the first round of bullets with an arrogant smile.
    The two men paused for a moment and then took steadier aim, firing 
continuously at the amazon. This time the task was harder as each shot 
was much better aimed and the two men fired at separate areas.
     Shortly, however, the satisfying sound of "click...click" rang from both 
guns as both men expended their rounds. They dropped their guns and 
headed back toward the exit. Wonder Woman shot after them in hot 
pursuit as the two agents bolted out the secret entrance door and out 
onto the beach.
     She forcefully plowed into the stone door, forcing it wide open as she 
emerged onto the stone ledge that overlooked the beach. As she jumped 
down into the sand, she unhooked her magic lasso and began twirling it. 
She couldn't use it in the tunnel since it was too narrow but, out here, 
she was free to wield it.
     "Big mistake boys," she said confidently as she threw the line, "at 
least in the tunnel I couldn't rope you." The lasso coiled around both the 
running agents and, with a quick tug, she pulled the rope closed, 
smashing the two men into each other and flipping them backward onto 
the ground.
     Slowly she sauntered up to the dazed men, reeling in the rope as she 
walked. "Now gentlemen, we're going to have a nice talk and you're 
going to tell me everything I want to know starting with where is Wonder 
Girl?"
     Picking one of the men up by his coat collars Wonder Woman pulled 
him close to her, staring him straight in the eye. The agent dangled his 
feet as the amazon held him off the ground. "I guess its too bad for you I 
didn't fall for your little trap." Diana said arrogantly.
     "On the contrary, THIS is the trap..." and with that the agent pulled a 
small pin from out of his coat and turned his face. The gas from the 
canister under his coat shot out like water from a fire hose directly into 
Diana's surprised face.
     The buxom heroine reeled in shock as she staggered backward, 
taking the full blast from the canister. She dropped the half stunned 
agent as she tried to cover her mouth in a vain attempt at blocking the 
gas.
     At that moment, she could feel something wrap around her shoulders 
as Drucella's lasso coiled around her. Instantly she could feel the effects 
of the magical item as her will quickly faded. Thrashing and reeling like 
a roped stallion she twisted and struggled against both the gas and the 
magic rope.
     "Don't fight it my dear," calmly said a female voice, "you cannot win." 
"How do you like our new gas?" the countess asked teasingly. "You see 
it works by skin contact and not by breathing it in. Since we're all 
wearing these nice thick raincoats and you're wearing that skimpy little 
outfit, the gas hardly affects us but I'm sure its taking its toll on you."
     The countess was right. Diana's bare legs, arms and upper chest 
were covered with a thin layer of the white powder which quickly 
impregnated her skin, causing her to feel intensely dizzy. She could feel 
the beach spin out from under her as she rolled to the ground struggling.
     As she hit the ground, several of the agents piled on top of her, 
rolling her on her stomach. With a quick yank she felt her magical belt 
slip away from around her waist. At that moment her strength went to 
normal and the men easily subdued the defenseless heroine.
     "Tie her." ordered the gloating countess as she tossed the men  
Diana's loose rope. The men first took Drucella's rope and continued 
wrapping it around Diana's shoulders, pinning her upper arms. They then 
pulled her arms behind her back and bent each arm at the elbow, folding 
them into a box like configuration with her left hand resting near her right 
elbow and visa versa.
     Using the remaining end of Drucella's rope, they tied her left hand to 
her right elbow and her right hand to her left elbow and then wrapped the 
rest around her parallel fore arms, binding the two arms tightly together.
     Scooping up her thighs they wrapped her own rope around her legs, 
first at the thighs, then at the knees and finally at her ankles, securing 
the rope with a series of very tight knots.
     Diana gyrated slowly as the anesthetic gas took its toll along with the 
effects of both ropes. By the time the men were done, the fallen heroine 
had barely enough will power to struggle slowly in desperation. Then a 
rag was forced into her mouth and another rag was tied around her head 
to hold it in place. The amazing Wonder Woman lay on the beach; 
bound, gagged and defenseless.
     "Stand her up." ordered the countess. The men easily lifted the 
bundled heroine and stood her on her weakened feet. The countess 
looked deeply and coldly into Diana's defiant eyes. "I have looked 
forward to meeting the world famous American heroine Wonder 
Woman. I will look forward to breaking you." and with that the countess 
slide her hand between Diana's legs and firmly cupped her vagina.
     Diana surged backward in shock as she realized what the countess 
meant. The men scooped up the struggling heroine and carted her like 
some bagged prey back toward the tunnel entrance.
     -     -     -
     "Not.... not... not AGAIN!" Drucella cried out in muffled squeals as 
another intense climax took a small portion of her will power. The young 
amazon lay gagged and bound on the cold, stone floor of her cell. She 
gyrated and struggled against her bonds as she slowly slipped further 
and further into domination. The insidious device between her legs 
relentlessly pumped away at its helpless victim, continuing to rob her of 
climax after climax.
     "Never felt like this..." she thought, "so weak...." 
     Even though she had been raped by the countess's men, she was not 
feeling at all in despair. In fact, the incident kind of excited her. She had 
never had such intense climaxes before and being bound and helpless 
like this made her feel excited and intensely turned on. Back on paradise 
island, sexual stimulation was never like this. Yes the women had sex 
and yes it was mainly a lesbian culture but, sex was always so prim and 
proper always orchestrated and honorable. "If I wasn't in so much 
trouble," Dru thought wickedly, "this would actually be a lot of fun."
     -     -     -
     The door to the men's barracks burst open as the agents carried in 
Diana's bound and struggling body. Her hips surged and thrust as her 
bundled body was carted into the middle of the room. The 30 or so men 
stood around and gaped at the magnificent woman as she was stood up 
to once again face the countess.
     "Untie her legs." calmly ordered the countess. The agents quickly 
untied Diana's lasso, leaving her legs free. Instantly, Diana let loose a 
forceful kick that sailed very close to the countess's head. The agents 
quickly wrapped their arms around her legs and forced her to stand still.
     The men in the barracks let out a wave of obnoxious laughter at the 
spitfire as she stood helpless before them, twisting and struggling 
against her capture's grip.
     "You men say I never let you have any fun." the countess yelled out 
to her men jokingly. "A Wonder Girl was not enough so I have brought 
you a Wonder Woman." she said, turning to look Diana in the eye.
     Diana stared in shock at the countess. "What did they do to you 
Dru?" she thought to herself as horrid images of her younger sister at the 
hands of these men shot through her mind.
     "Oh that's right my dear," said the countess with a wicked smile, "I 
just hope your sister wasn't a virgin cause she certainly isn't one NOW!". 
The crowd of leering men burst into another wave of laughter as Diana 
kicked out wildly at the arrogant woman.
     As the men wrestled the amazon back to attention, Diana's eyes shot 
open wildly in shock. She could feel her costume get looser as the 
zipper running up her back was slowly pulled down.
     The one piece boustier and tights slid slowly down her back and her 
large, full breasts rolled out like two hostages being freed. They floated 
and rolled slowly to either side of her chest, assuming their natural 
almost perfectly round form. 
     As her costume continued to slide further down, she could feel the 
hands of her undresser slowly and smoothly pass over her back, down 
her spine and over her buttocks. Every inch sent a chill down her spine 
as more and more of her was revealed to her captures. The man slid her 
costume the rest of the way down over her wide hips to her feet, slowly 
stroking her bare legs with his large coarse hands. At the same time her 
boots, bracelets and baret came off and hit the floor, stripping the 
heroine of her only remaining protection.
     A dead silence hit the room as the men stared in awe at the almost 
perfect physical specimen before them. Even the countess was taken 
back by this woman's incredible body as she slowly walked up to 
Wonder Woman.
     "Incredible," she said slowly, speaking to herself as she cupped one 
of Diana's large, globular breasts and slowly massaged it. For what 
seemed like an eon the woman stood there, slowly squeezing and 
caressing Diana's breast, stroking and sliding her fingers over her bare 
and aroused nipple. 
     The men stood about drooling with anticipation. This Wonder Woman 
was one thing but, seeing their boss who was also quite attractive, 
performing this incredible act with another woman was too much. The 
crowd began to bustle with excitement like a pack of dogs waiting for the 
first piece of meat.
     The countess slowly sauntered to the exit, giving Diana a wide, evil 
smile as she walked past her and to the door. Then, stopping for what 
seemed like an eternity, the countess let the room grow silent. Diana's 
fear grew like a volcano as her heart pounded away each 
agonizing second. Then her heart sank to her stomach as the words hit 
her ears. "Break Her!"
     With that, the horde of men let out a horrendous, Viking's yell of 
celebration as they all rushed toward the helpless heroine. Diana let out 
a few masterful kicks that sent one or two of the men to their knees but it 
was a token effort at best. Arms and hands enveloped the heroines 
naked, struggling body and she fell backward into the vicious crowd.
     At first she could feel dozens of hands all over her, sliding 
themselves up her legs, along her thighs, over her knees, around her 
buttocks, across her stomach... they were everywhere. She struggled 
and gyrated frantically in a futile effort to resist her captures. This alone 
was worth the price of admission as the incredible brunette's body put on 
an irresistibly erotic show. Just the pleasure of grabbing a soft, struggling 
thigh or a plump, tightening buttock, made most of the men greatly 
aroused.
     The men then began to get organized. They soon realized that too 
many hands reaching for the cookie pot would leave no one with a 
cookie. Holding Wonder Woman up at all times, two of the men wrapped 
their arms around her back to support her. One arm went under her back 
while the other was free to play with the prizes that lay helplessly before 
them. 
     Each man cupped a breast, forcing the nipple into his mouth, 
squeezing and massaging the large gland frantically. These were the 
most amazing prizes in the universe and the men were not going to let 
this opportunity go to waste. Each tit surged and flattened, swelled and 
sloshed as her breasts were sucked and squeezed feverishly and 
relentlessly by the two mindlessly aroused men.
     Diana moaned and screamed viciously as the barbarians continued 
to molest her breasts. Her hair splashed about in waves of violent 
emotions like water on a stormy sea as the men bit and sucked at her 
ripened nipples.
     Then, suddenly, a hand grabbed a clump of her hair at the back of 
her head and pulled her head down, curling it toward her back. From an 
upside down view she could see a large, callused hand unzipping a pair 
of pants as the dock worker standing over her head pulled out his penis.
     Diana's hips rose in a stiff, defiant arch as the worker's hard, swelled 
member plunged itself deep into her soft, warm mouth. She grunted and 
moaned heavily as he began to slide it back and forth in a rhythmic, 
pulsating fashion. Her large, full, red lips wrapped themselves tightly 
around his penis and she began to suck on it in an almost instinctual, 
reactive way.
     She was not as frightened of situation as she was frightened of the 
fact that this whole predicament was turning her on. On Paradise Island 
she was a princess, a person of royalty who could not permit herself one 
personal pleasure or allow herself to fall to the weakness of the flesh. 
Most temptations she could resist, like the incident with Pamela (part 1) 
but this was different. So many hands, such barbarism. The sensation of 
all those hands groping and molesting her royal body. She had never felt 
like this before and it excited her. She fought the sensation however, 
knowing she could not give in to her temptations.
     Her thoughts were harshly shattered however as the unthinkable 
occurred. Her hips surged again as another worker slid his bare hips 
between his legs and began entering her. Diana's hips slid about wildly 
and frantically as his penis slowly worked its way deeper and deeper 
past the tightened, defiant muscles in her vagina. Irresistibly she yielded 
to his overwhelming strength as his member hit home, fully penetrating 
her.
     She grunted and moaned in futility as he began to slowly and 
rhythmically pump in and out, her defiant hips slowly thrust with each 
insertion. The two began to form a rhythm and her resistance began to 
wane as the worker continued his relentless assault on her virtue.
     The workers now formed a large mass of bodies as the naked, 
helpless female in the middle thrust and surged as her body was 
forcefully entered. The erotic moans and whines from the amazon were 
the only sounds coming from the group, with none of the men speaking 
or making a sound so as not to disturb the arousing noises coming from 
the struggling heroine. The men that could not participate were not 
without entertainment however as the vision of this incredible woman 
being gang banged was as good, if not better, than actually being in the 
act.
     The capture, tying up and assault were taking their toll on Wonder 
Woman as she began to wiggle about violently. The heavily, fatiguing 
activity she was going through; her mouth being entered, her breasts 
being maliciously violated and her vagina being ruthlessly penetrated 
began a heavy, tingling wave which started at her pelvis and slowly 
moved toward her chest. "NO!" she screamed in her mind. "How can I 
do this... I can't be enjoying this..." she thought in disbelief as the climax 
began to build. She fought to resist the oncoming event but her will was 
severely weakened by her attack and Drucella's rope, which still bound 
her hands tightly behind her back.
     Suddenly, her hips thrust and surged quicker and quicker as she 
blurted out moans of defiance. Both men feeling the oncoming wave 
began quickening their pace along with the two sucking her breasts. The 
sensations were overwhelming, the powerlessness, the bondage, the 
hands groping her, the defenseless position she was in, these all raced 
through her mind as her body plunged upward in one last defiant surge. 
Then with a monstrous release, she collapsed into the arms of her 
rapists as the first climax took a piece of her will.
     At that same moment, her struggles had excited the two men 
penetrating her and, at the pinnacle of her climax, they discharged, 
relieving themselves inside her.
     As the two men relaxed into a slow pumping rhythm, the man 
violating Diana's mouth was forcefully pulled away. His discharge 
sprayed over her face as he was pushed aside and the next worker 
moved into place, plunging his member deep into her gasping and 
helpless mouth.     
     The other man was also forcefully asked to step aside and she thrust 
again as she could feel a new penis enter her. Her struggling quickened 
as she slowly began to regain her wits and her two new assailants began 
enjoying their captured prize. Thinking the climax was over and now she 
could fight, her heart sank in hopeless desperation as the next wave of 
sexual excitement rushed up and overwhelmed her.
     Each man finished enjoying himself and another took his place, then 
another, then another until the waves of climaxes and multitudes of 
sensations made her lose count. Hand after hand groped her breasts, 
mouth after mouth sucked her nipples. Her mouth and face were 
covered with heavy streams of cum as she was taken advantage of over 
and over again. Each penetration brought her new sensations and each 
climax took away a small piece of her will. The heroine continued to 
come in hopeless despair as her body was raped again and again.

The Domination of Wonder Woman - Part 5.

     The countess slowly entered the barracks. It had been over four 
hours since she had last talked to Diana and she felt even an amazon 
like Wonder Woman could not last that long against such a ruthless 
onslaught, especially since she didn't have her magical belt to help her 
resist.
     The men lay about napping, each one sprawled out on their bunks in 
a lazy, relaxed posture and having a satiated look on their face. She 
knew something was up when she saw several smiling faces returning to 
work on the submarine. 
     She walked around the small kettle stove that dominated the center 
of the room and walked up to a 4x4 post that supported a cross beam in 
the ceiling. Diana was tied against the post. Her hands were still tied 
behind her back with Drucella's rope in the same position they were in 
when she was captured.
     Her upper chest was secured to the post with a thin, white rope that 
was wrapped several times around her chest and the post, pinning her to 
it. The rope continued snaking down around her waist, around her hips 
several times, around her thighs several times, around her knees and 
finally around her ankles. She was like a fly, cocooned in a spider's web, 
all tied up and sucked dry.
     Her head hung down with her matted, wet hair flopped over her bare 
chest and shoulders. Her breasts were still shapely and firm but were red 
and tender and they had lost a certain amount of perkiness. They lay 
loose and low over her stomach.
     Her legs and hips were very loose and hung in a defeated posture 
against the post. Streams of dried cum and sweat stains streaked down 
the insides of her full thighs, along her shapely legs and to her ankles.
     The defeated woman began to moan softly as the countess grabbed 
her prisoner by the hair and raised her head. Wonder Woman's mouth 
was gagged with a rag stuffed inside and a thick terry towel tied around it 
to secure it in place. Her eyes had thick, dark circles under them from 
the hours of fatigue and torturous climaxing she had gone through. Her 
eyelids were heavy and dull from exhaustion.
     "The great Wonder Woman. HMPH! Look at you NOW!" scoffed the 
countess. "I always knew you Americans were weak. We Germans are 
much stronger. Breaking you was too easy." and with that she roughly 
pulled Diana's gag off. 
     Dried streaks of cum and saliva stained Diana's chin and neck. Her 
dull, dried mouth slowly began to speak. "I'll never break." she rasped 
slowly. "You'll never defeat my will."
      A smile of absolute delight burst from the countess's lips. "YES! You 
are strong!." and with that, the countess grabbed the back of Diana's 
head and forced Diana to kiss her. The kiss was long and deep and 
slow. The countess oscillated her lips heavily as she drew out the long, 
passionate kiss. She then sucked on Diana's lower lip, slowly pulling it 
outward with her own lips and let it slip back with a slight pop.
     "Take her to the room." the countess ordered as she strutted away 
with delight. The two agents, carefully untied the defeated heroine and 
carted her off, one caring her bound arms and chest, the other her thighs 
and legs.
     Diana could only see hazy images of lights as she was carried down 
several corridors. Soon she was stood upright again as the four reached 
their destination.
     The room was rather large, about 20 feet in diameter, and was very 
circular with the only apparent exit or entrance being the door they came 
in from. The middle of the room was dominated by a large, 
unidentifiable, rectangular shape that was covered with a thick, black 
cloak. The shape was about ten feet tall, 6 feet across and about two 
feet thick.
     "I've been waiting for this." the countess gloated as she grabbed 
Wonder Woman by her chin and forced her to stare into the witch's  
black eyes. "Remove the cloak." she ordered, unaltering her gaze.
     The two men removed the cloak and stepped aside. The countess 
slid around behind Diana and wrapped her arms around her chest, 
cupping each breast with her hand. "Take a look my dear. This will 
certainly tame you."
     Diana's eyes widened in utter horror as she staggered backward in 
shock. Before her was a machine shaped very similar to an old, 
medieval rack. It had a basic outer frame with crossing I beams from 
each corner. On the upper corners were two straps that resembled 
leather handcuffs. The bottom two corners had two stirrups and more 
leather straps. The whole frame was tilted back about 15 degrees and 
was propped up by two large supports. The whole thing looked like a 
large, metal picture frame. Running along its length and between the 
beams were several hydraulic cylinders, cables and pulleys. Various 
other mechanical devises were attached to parts of the frame and a 
whole band of cables ran from the frame to a control panel that was 
anchored to the side.
     "OH YOU FIENDS!" Diana cried out as the two agents picked up her 
weakened, struggling body and carried it to the machine. Untying her 
hands, the two men forced her arms into the leather cuffs and secured 
them in place. They then slid their hands down and clamped Diana's 
legs into the stirrups, spreading her legs at about a 30 degree angle from 
each other. They finished binding their victim by wrapping a leather belt 
around her waist which clamped her gyrating pelvis tightly to the frame. 
They then stepped back and all three stared in amusement at the 
restrained heroine.
     Diana surged and thrust wildly giving the three a very entertaining 
show of female struggling. After a bit, and after totally exhausting 
herself, Diana settled down and growled defiantly at the countess and 
her two lackeys.
     "I demand to be freed!" Wonder Woman exclaimed, "I will never 
yield to you or the Nazis!".
     "Oh, but we don't want you to." replied the countess. "You're so much 
more entertaining this way." and with that all three burst into a chorus of 
humiliating laughter.
     "Here, let me show you my latest creation." said the countess as she 
walked up to the control panel. After flicking a few switches, Diana's 
eyes popped open as she could feel the whole apparatus come to life. 
Then, sensing some movement below, she looked down and gasped in 
horror.
     Between her legs, a mechanical arm extended out from the frame. 
On the end of the arm was mounted a cylinder with various tracks on it. 
Each track had another arm extending from it but, what shocked Diana 
the most was what was on the end of each arm. Mounted ominously to 
each mechanical arm was a large dildo. Each arm sported a different a 
wicked model which was wet with lubricant and oil. Some were just 
large, smooth and round while others were rigged and insidiously 
curved. Each one rose like cobra snakes rearing their threatening heads 
toward the bound heroine.
     Diana again began to twist and wiggle at her impending fate. "Yes my 
dear Wonder Woman. I'm sure these will finish you off. I just hope you 
last as long as I did. It took almost two hours for me to break." said the 
countess as she stared long and admiringly at the device.
     The machine continued to unfold, like some insidiously deviant Swiss 
army knife. Two arms on either sides of Wonder Woman's breasts 
curled forward from the machine's sides and two large suction cup 
devices, mounted to their ends, positioned themselves ominously over 
Diana's plump, bare breasts.
     "My machine can break anyone, including you Wonder Woman, if it 
has a sufficient amount of power and I think we have the perfect little 
dynamo right here." and with that the countess clapped her hands and 
the door to the room opened.
     Drucella slowly sauntered into the room and walked up to the gloating 
countess. She was stripped completely naked except for her red boots, 
her baret and her magical belt, which sat snugly around her thin waist. 
Her hands were tied in front of her with Diana's magic lasso and she 
wore a glazed, hypnotic stare which made her oblivious to Diana and 
everything else around her.
     "Your magical rope is quite amazing Wonder Woman." noted the 
countess. "After breaking this little nymph's will, it was quite easy to 
control her mind with it. She'll do anything I ask."
     The countess stepped back and looked at one of her agents. "Satisfy 
my man!" harshly ordered the woman. Without a moments hesitation the 
young amazon walked up to the agent and knelt down in front of him. 
She then unzipped his pants and wrapped her full lips around his 
enlarged erection.
     The man grabbed her head and held it firmly as he took advantage of 
this girl's magical mouth. Diana starred in shock, not at the act, but at 
how well Dru was performing it. "Where the heck did she learn to do 
that!" Diana wondered giving her bonds another desperate tug.
     After a few moments the agent let out a deep, low grunt as he 
released. Drucella finished up by licking him absolutely clean. She then 
stood up running her tongue over her wet lips and stood at attention.
     "Come my dear." said the countess as she took Wonder Girl by the 
rope tied around her hands and lead her to a treadmill which stood off to 
one side of the room. The treadmill had several leather straps and rings 
attached to it and the countess attached the straps to a leather collar 
that sported several rings. She then ordered Dru to stand on the 
treadmill and she affixed the collar around her neck, securing the girl in 
place.
     Walking up to Diana, the countess picked up Drucella's lasso and 
began wrapping it around the brunette's upper chest, securing it in place 
with a decoratively looped bow. Diana lurched as the effects of the lasso 
began to again dominate her mind. 
     "I assume her lasso works the same way?" the countess asked with 
an arrogant gleam in her eye. Stepping back she sprouted a wicked 
smile. "YOU'RE HORNY!" she ordered.
     Diana surged uncontrollable as the lasso compelled her to obey. 
Waves of sexual excitement rippled through her bound body as she 
softly moaned and cooed. "Never... thought of... doing this before..." 
Diana thought to herself wondering about all the other possibilities this 
could open up for her.
     The countess then walked over to the hypnotized Wonder Girl and 
gave her a horse's swat on the rear. "YA MULE!" she ordered and 
Wonder Girl began to trot along at a mild pace.
     The machine sprang to life as the mechanical arms began to move 
into place. Diana thrashed and wiggled frantically as the arms moved 
closer and closer to her unprotected body. To anyone else, running the 
treadmill would have been exhausting but having her magical belt on, 
Wonder Girl wasn't even breaking a sweat.
     The first things to go were Diana's breasts. The large suction cup 
attachments plunged down on her tits and sucked them inside, almost 
totally engulfing them. The cups began to squeeze and massage her tits, 
sucking and pressing them up and down in a rhythmic pumping fashion. 
She could feel her nipples being pinched and sucked as some sort of 
devious attachment inside acted like a mouth, gorging themselves on 
the massive glands.
     She shifted and twisted her chest in a vain attempt to shake off the 
mechanical molesters but her struggling only added to her stimulation as 
the implanted command from the lasso continued to pound away at her 
will.
     Suddenly, the room echoed with an enormous female scream of 
excitement and shock as Diana yelled out defiantly. A large, white dildo 
forcefully enter her defenseless vagina. Her hips thrust and wiggled 
violently against the forceful entry but the leather strap around her waist 
prevented her from moving about, restraining her struggles. 
     The moaning and yelling continued as the large round phallic 
traveled deeper and deeper. Diana's head thrashed from side to side as 
the uncontrollable experience overwhelmed her.
     "CLIMAX!" the countess ordered. The fettered Wonder Woman let 
out the most erotic and sensual, moaning cry any of them ever heard. 
Diana climaxed hard and wildly as she was commanded to and streams 
of lubricant poured down the dildo as she heavily discharged. The sound 
alone was incredibly exciting as the two men shifted their erections in 
their pants. Diana began panting and grunting as the dildo began sliding 
in and out, pumping her higher and higher toward another overwhelming 
climax.
     "Faster, faster!" ordered the countess to the obedient Drucella. The 
harnessed amazon stepped up her pace, switching to a quick jog. The 
machine responded by squeezing Diana's tits more violently and by 
pumping the dildo faster and faster. Diana thrashed and moaned 
uncontrollably as the relentless onslaught continued.
     Too overwhelmed to notice the activity behind her, Wonder Woman  
squealed a cry of shock as another phallic came from behind and inserted 
itself in her rear. She immedialty clamped down hard on the ridged dildo 
with her plump buttock muscles but her efforts were to no avail as her 
anus was deeply penetrated.
     Every part of the heroine's body was now gyrating and thrusting in 
futile defiance as her vagina and her anus were both being penetrated 
and violated by this insidious machine. The machine made whirring and 
grinding noises as its raped victim thrust about in desperation. Then with 
a violent surge, Diana swelled upward and another climax claimed her.
     "BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" bellowed the countess. "Your moans and 
cries are music to my ear. It will be a pleasure destroying you! Now I 
want you to come again!"
     Without hesitation the buxom amazon exploded with another climax, 
yelling even deeper and louder than before. "My you are a moaner aren't 
you," teased the countess, "we'll just have to fix that. Gag HER!"
     One of the men walked up to the machine and produced a large 
leather bondage gag. He grabbed Diana's thrashing head and forced the 
mouth piece in place. He then wrapped the leather pad over her mouth 
and strapped it tightly to her head.
     Wonder Woman's cries were reduced to muffled moans and grunts 
as the machine's first dildo removed itself and a new, curved one slid 
forcefully into place. This new one was bad enough but the machine also 
slid another, smaller one underneath it, filling her with two phallics that 
both slide back and forth like the pistons on a steam locomotive. The 
ridged phallic in her rear also retracted and was replaced by a fatter, 
smooth one which sent her hips surging in erotic pain.
     As she gyrated helplessly, the countess continued to blurt out 
commands. "CLIMAX! CLIMAX! CLIMAX!" Again and again the bound 
and gagged heroine came. Helpless to resist, her will power grew 
weaker and weaker and the machine tore her down like a child knocking 
the blocks out from under a large toy tower.
     For what seemd like hours the two fought, machine against woman, 
the amazon climaxing again and again as her futile, gryating westling 
match with her mechanical rapist feverishly continued. Suddenly, the 
countess gave her a new order, an order Diana was fearing and one she 
was helpless to resist.
     "SURRENDER TO ME!" slowly ordered the countess and with that 
the tower came tumbling down. The magic lasso blasted the order 
through every part of Wonder Woman's tortured mind and she cried out 
in futility. The climaxes, the bondage, the torture and the lasso 
were too much and nothing could save her.
     The bound and gagged super heroine surged upward one last time in 
a final death throw of resistance, but, like a soaring bird being shot 
down, she collapsed in defeat as the last climax blasted away her will 
power. Diana stared out into the distance, a hazy, hypnotic trance came 
over her eyes. The unthinkable had occurred. The great Wonder 
Woman was DOMINATED!
     The countess ordered Wonder Girl to stop and walked up to the 
motionless Wonder Woman. She removed the amazon's gag and stared 
into her hollow eyes. "You will obey me. I am your mistress. I own you 
and your will." softly spoke the countess.
     A long silence passed, then, slowly Diana opened her mouth. "I.... I... 
must obey.... You are the mistress."
     The countess jumped back and screamed in triumph. "I have WON! I 
have defeated the great Wonder Woman!" Then, looking back at her 
dominated foe she ordered Drucella to continue. "Enjoy my dear. You're 
going to be fucked like this FOREVER!"
     The machine continued to pound away at its defeated victim. Climax 
after climax again overwhelmed the helpless Wonder Woman and she 
soon fell unconscious, totally defeated, the last sounds being the 
triumphant laughter of her dominator, the countess.
     -     -     -
     Diana's eyes slowly began to open. Her head swirled and throbbed as 
her dazed and numb body came to life. She did not struggle or even 
think to resist. Her will was broken and it would take a long time to gain it 
back.
     She was laying on her back, in a packing crate that was slightly larger 
than her dimensions. Her hands were tied behind her back with her own 
lasso. Her legs and feet were securely bound together and her naked 
body lay bound and tied with several coils of rope which looped dozens 
of times around her ankles, knees, thighs, waist and arms. Her mouth 
was covered with a medical oxygen mask which fully gagged her and 
prevented any noise or screaming. A hose ran from the base of the 
mask down her body and to a small tank of gas which sat in the crate 
next to her.
    Looking up she could see the countess through a thick haze of 
dizziness. Her eyelids rocked heavily and slowly as she fought to stay 
awake. 
     "Ah, I see you're awake. Good." said the countess as she reached 
into the crate and caressed Diana's bare breast. "Its time for us to return 
to the Father land and we are taking you and Wonder Girl back with us." 
"Good night Wonder Woman. Get your rest. You will need it." and with 
that the countess reached down and turned the valve on the tank.
     Diana could hear a hollow whistling sound as the anesthetic gas 
coarsed through the hose and filled her lungs. Her body wiggled slightly 
as the effects of the gas took affect. Slowly her eyes slide shut and the 
amazon fell asleep.
     The countess stepped away from the crate and turned the valve on 
Wonder Girls canister, putting the naked young amazon to sleep as well. 
The dock workers then covered the crates with wooden lids and nailed 
them shut.
     "We are ready to depart my mistress." reported her man. "Good! 
Load our precious cargo on board and keep them asleep. They will 
make good breeding stock for the master race when we get back home."
     The men hoisted the crates on board and the countess slipped into 
the hatch and closed it. The sub blew its tanks and headed out to sea 
and headed for home with its kidnapped cargo on board.
     




