Subject: Domination of WW 2A

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WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING

This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, 
bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material 
             DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!
    
This story and its material are based on the Wonder Woman TV 
series that aired in the '80s. It is simply one of my fantasy 
episodes. Again, this story contains material of a dark nature. 
If you are offended, do not flame me, just simply ignore this 
posting. 

     *     PROLOGUE     *

     This story starts off where the previous story "The 
Domination of Wonder Woman" ends. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl 
have been captured by the Nazis and taken as prisoners to
Germany. The previous story explains their capture. 

Part 1 of 9.

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     The dull ball of soft white light swayed back and forth like 
the slow swinging arm of a pendulum as it cast waves of dark and 
light shadows across her hazy, sleepy vision. After a time the 
light began to sharpen and the outline of the overhead lamp came 
into focus as Wonder Woman slowly regained consciousness. The 
stone floor was bitter cold and, as the numbness in her body wore 
off, the chilled feeling shot through her skin like needles, 
forcing her to sit up and curl herself into a semi-fetal ball.

      Diana's first reaction was to reach for her magical belt. 
Still dazed and confused she jumped slightly in shock at it was 
nowhere to be found but, she quickly regained her senses and 
remember how she had lost it. "Of course they wouldn't give me my 
belt back." she thought scolding herself like she was an idiot.

     She was suddenly surprised by the fact that, except for her 
bracelets and her lasso, she was wearing the rest of her costume. 
She remembered she had been stripped naked by the countess and 
thought it odd that an enemy like the nazis, especially that 
deviously, filthy witch, would have allowed her the decency of 
remaining dressed after all they did to her when she was 
captured. 

     Being raped was not that much of a shock to Diana. Being in 
the world of men, she knew these things happened to women in such 
a dangerous profession. Besides, her costume didn't exactly say 
hands off and she knew it was very sexually provocative to men. 
She also knew she was very sexually provocative to men and she 
knew it made a very effective weapon. Most male opponents became 
very distracted when faced with a buxom woman wearing something 
resembling a skin tight bathing suit and high heel boots.

     At her home on Paradise island, the amazons would actually 
combat each other by forcing each other to climax. The one who 
lost was the one who was climaxed into submission. Long ago the 
elders decided this would be a more humane way of settling 
disputes. The winner got what they wanted and the loser was so 
placated by the sexual act that she did not want to fight 
anymore. Plus the two combatants were forced to share an intimate 
bond, forcing them to deal more closely with each other. How can 
you hate a person who just made you pass out from climaxing. This 
eliminated a great deal of animosity, jealousy and hatred in 
their society and brought them closer together as one sisterhood. 
Of course women could still settle arguments through standard 
physical combat but that was always thought of as "the man's 
way". The only bad thing about this system was the fact that 
there ended up being a great deal of "disputes" over minor 
things. Still, no one on the island ever argued about the process 
and it was extremely popular.

     Their attempts at tearing her down were not just a base 
sexual act however. She knew she was also an icon, a symbol to 
the Americans. Breaking her will and dominating her was a show of 
strength, a way to humiliate her and the U.S.A. She knew she had 
to fight harder next time and the only way to do that was to beat 
them at their own game and not to break.

     The physical exertion she had gone through had completely 
subsided. Even without her belt, her meta-human body was able to 
regenerate quickly. Except for the dull and slightly dizzying 
affects of the anesthetics they used, she had fully recovered. 

     As she wiggled about, she could hear the clinking of metal 
as the iron manacles and chains she wore slowly slid down her 
body and toward the floor. Her hands were shackled and chained 
behind her back and they were attached to a heavy iron belt that 
sat snugly around her waist and rested on top of her curvaceous 
hips. Her upper arms were pinned together by another set of 
shackles that were clamped just above her elbows and which kept 
her from moving her arms about. 

     A thick, heavy chain ran from her cuffs, through an eye loop 
in the belt, down the back of her legs and to two sets of iron 
cuffs which were clamped around each leg just at the top of each 
knee and around each ankle. The shackles at her knees and her 
ankles were clamped together keeping her long, muscular legs 
bound tightly into one shapely mass. Another chain ran from the 
front of the ankle cuffs, back up the front of her legs and into 
one of several eye loops that bordered her iron belt. From the 
belt, on each side of her hips and from her front and back, four 
chains ran up her body and hooked to an iron collar which sat 
tightly around her long, tender neck. 

     Over her mouth was clamped a wide, leather gag. The inside 
of it was lined with a soft, foam padding which formed tightly 
over her lips and cheeks, preventing even the loudest sound from 
escaping. The gag also had a Y shaped depressor affixed to the 
inside which was inserted in her mouth and which prevented her 
from making any form of audible sound. The gag was attached by 
several thick, leather straps which ran around her head, past her 
cheeks and over the top of her head. They were clamped securely 
in place with several small buckles and her long, brunette hair 
sat lazily over them, hiding them from view.   

     She sat in a ball, her legs curled to one as she examined 
the cell she was in. The walls were made of thick, huge stones 
and the door was big and massive. Even with her belt on it would 
be and impressive obstacle to overcome. The lamp overhead was a 
simple light bulb with a metal hood dangling from a thick cord 
that hung from the ceiling. It continued to sway back and forth 
indicating to Wonder Woman that she was a very recent visitor to 
this cell. The shackled remains of a mummified skeleton in one 
corner told her she was also not the first.

     As she scoured the room, she spied something shiny laying on 
the floor. Slinking down and wiggling across the stone floor like 
some exotic snake, she made her way toward several, small glass 
fragments which twinkled like diamonds under the swaying lamp. 
Upon closer inspection, however, she let out a slight gasp of 
shock. They were burned out flash bulbs. 

     "Obviously, the Nazis decided to take some propaganda 
pictures of their bound and gagged prize." she thought. "I wonder 
how many of them were of me WITH my clothes on?" she mused 
knowing full well how vulnerable she was and how easy it would 
have been for them to take advantage of her. 

     The world of men had many things that were unheard of on 
Paradise island, locks were one of these. Paradise island had 
none but the outside world was full of them. Dealing with these 
new obstacles forced Diana to acquire some less than noble 
warrior skills, one of which was lock picking. After sliding 
about a bit she picked up one of the flash bulbs with her fingers 
and relieved it of its spent wire filament. She then relaxed and 
proceeded to work on her manacles.

     After about an hour of frustrating picking, the manacles 
around her wrist slackened as the locks opened. Suddenly, just as 
she was about to pull her hands free, the door to the cell opened 
and two Nazi SS soldiers walked in and stood at attention to 
either side of the doorway. Following them was a tall, dark hared 
woman Diana easily recognized as the countess. Behind her, two 
men wearing high ranking uniforms followed her in and all three 
stood over the prone and helpless heroine.

     "Zo! This is the BIG American secret weapon Wonder Woman 
eh?" said one of the men causing the others to chuckle in 
amusement. Diana stared up defiantly at her kidnappers. "How dare 
you mock me! By Hera I'll have your heads!" she thought to 
herself, twisting her shoulders in a show of resistance.

     "I zee she is very... spirited." said the other officer as 
he stared slowly and lasciviously over her bare legs and full 
chest. "Quite well endowed too I might add. You are right 
Frauline, she will make excellent breeding stock for the Third 
Reich."

     Diana's eyes bulge in utter shock at his statement. "Oh 
Great Hera! What have I gotten into?" she thought as a sinking 
feeling of intense gloom came over her.

     "Take ze woman to ze lab." ordered the countess as she 
flicked her hand at Wonder Woman and walked out the door with the 
two officers. "We have much work to do and I'm eager to get 
started." she added.

     The two guards picked up the twisting, thrusting heroine by 
her shoulders and stood her up. As one held her in place, the 
other unshackled her legs so she could walk. Then, with brutal 
shoves from a rifle butt, Wonder Woman was forcefully coaxed down 
a maze of hallways and into the lab. The guards brought her to a 
heavy wooden chair and she let out several objectionable grunts 
as they forced her to sit. 

     The lab was a large, bland, rectangular room about 30 foot 
square. Down the middle of the room were several long tables 
draped with white, doctor's table clothes. A whole plethora of 
beakers, microscopes, operating equipment, text books and the 
like dominated the tables. Along the back wall of the room, three 
operating style tables sat under a set of overhead doctor's 
lamps. Several bottles of oxygen and anesthetic, along with other 
breathing apparatus surrounded them and a row sinks sat off to 
one side. Along the walls, at various points, were very small, 
iron cages embedded in the walls which resembled small holding 
pens but which were tall enough for a person to stand up in. The 
walls were lined with bookshelf after bookshelf of textbooks, 
equipment and documents.

     At this point the countess had slipped out of her coat and 
was busy putting on a blue operating smock. "You may unshackle 
her elbows. She will not be able to escape." ordered the countess 
as she tied her apron ribbons.

     "Vat are you going to do vit her?" asked one of the 
officers. "She is a valuable prize and one the Feurer will be 
proud of!" he barked.

     "Don't worry my leibshin." she replied running her hand 
under his chin. "Your fuerer will get is precious PRIZE, though 
she may not be as spirited as when she first arrived. I simply 
want to find out what makes her "tick"." she said shooting the 
bound heroine a wicked grin.

     "Go NOW! All of you! My assistant and I have much work to 
do." the countess ordered as she began to slip on a pair of 
rubber gloves. As all the men left, a young, attractive blonde 
came into the room and walked past them without paying any 
attention, turning her nose up at them like they were inferior 
scum. She was rather thin, tall and wore a white lab coat with a 
blouse and tight skirt underneath. Her hair was pinned up on top 
of her head and a pair of thick glasses dominated her face making 
her look older than she really was. She walked up to the countess 
and, as the door shut, the two women gave each other an 
affectionate peck.

     "Remove her gag." ordered the countess. 

     The assistant walked behind Wonder Woman, unbuckled the 
bondage device and removed it. Diana made several odd puckering 
gestures with her mouth as she tried to loosen up her lips and 
get them wet again.

     "I hope your stay here at castle Orlaph isn't too 
unpleasant." the countess said leaning over Wonder Woman and 
grabbing her by the chin. "We're saving the unpleasant parts for 
later." she said smiling. Suddenly, she took her hand and smacked 
it hard across Diana's cheek, causing the large brunette's hair 
to splash across her face like a tidal wave of angry water. The 
Amazon quickly jerked her head back forward and stared defiantly 
at the countess without shedding one tear. For a slight 
moment, the countess's face lost its air of superiority and she 
was taken back slightly at the woman's stone faced demeanor. She 
then stepped backward and walked to the center of the room.

     "This, and the surrounding catacombs, used to be the royal 
dungeon. This room was the Baron's torture chamber." she said 
waving her hands about as though she were showing off a model 
home in anywhere USA. "Great, and I bet its got two baths and a 
garage." thought Diana as she stared angerily at the woman.

     The countess continued to recite her families history 
unaware that Diana was slowly working her hands free of the only 
remaining shackles that kept her bound. The assistant had walked 
over to one of the tables and was busy doing some paper work on a 
clipboard.

     After about ten minutes of the life styles of the rich and 
perverted, the countess finished her explanation of her family's 
history and walked back over to Wonder Woman. "Zo, what shall we 
do first?" the countess asked rhetorically, fully expecting not to 
get a reply.

     "How about "tie up the countess"." calmly replied Wonder 
Woman bouncing her head from side to side and sprouting a dopey 
smile like some oversized barbie doll. The countess's eyes grew 
slightly puzzled at the unexpected response. Suddenly, with 
blinding speed, Diana fired off a powerful high kick, sending the 
dark hared woman rolling to the floor.

     The assistant dropped her clipboard and immediately rushed 
the seated amazon. Like a leopard, the now free Diana sprang to 
life and wrapped one of her free chains around the assistant's 
neck, putting her in a dire choke hold. The two women twisted 
about with Wonder Woman having the definite upper hand. 

     Then, from the side, the countess plowed into Wonder Women 
sending the two of them to the floor and the assistant staggering 
off gasping for life.

     The two brunettes rolled about the floor like a pair of 
hissing alley cats. Punches, kicks, clawing and hair pulling 
dominated the wrestling match as both women fought feverishly to 
control the other. The two traveled about the room, rolling over 
the lab tables and sending each other into the walls and 
furniture as they held onto each others hair in an intense cat 
fight for life and death. 

        Both women rolled about wildly as they grabbed and choked 
each other, writhing and twisting in a feverish attempt to gain 
the upper hand. After several minutes of kicking and punching, 
they both sailed over a table and formed a pile of twisting, 
wiggling legs, arms and hips on the floor. The assistant, now 
recovered and eager to help her mistress, stood over the two 
combatants holding a large blackjack in a ready position waiting 
to land a winning blow against Wonder Woman. Like some frustrated 
camper waiting to swat an annoying mosquito, she stood over the 
two women, raising the club up and down as she tried to take 
careful aim. Then, with a forceful swing she struck.

     "BLAM!"

     Both women lay motionless on the floor as the assistant 
dropped her guard and leaned over the pile of legs, hair and ass 
to examine her handy work.

     "Mistress... " squeaked the blonde in a soft, mouse like 
voice as she reached down to examine the two girls. Suddenly, a 
large, muscular leg shot out and Diana side kicked the assistant 
in the stomach, sending her staggering backward, stunned. With 
her cat-like reflexes, Diana jumped up and plowed into the much 
smaller girl, sending both of them into a large bookcase. Like a 
dam bursting, the books poured off the shelves and came crashing 
down over both struggling women, burying them in a pile of tech 
notes and journals. 

     The pile surged and pulsated as the two women fought. Then, 
both girls burst to the surface with Wonder Woman behind the 
young girl, having the definite advantage. Diana's left arm 
was wrapped around the girl's upper chest, clamping the blonde's 
arms to her sides at the elbows. The young blonde twisted about 
wildly as Diana settled down and leaned into her younger prey.

     "My you're spunky." said Wonder Woman sarcastically. "Maybe 
you would like a taste of your own medicine." she continued as 
she reached around the front of the girl with her free hand and 
sliding her fingers between the girl's legs.

     The assistant let out a defiant squeal as Diana pushed her 
fingers past the girl's underpants and slipped them deep between 
her sweaty, wet lips. The girl's hips bucked and pushed as Diana 
started rubbing her slowly and forcefully up and down in a wildly 
erotic fashion. 

     The amazon's first three fingers slid inside the girl and 
Diana began oscillating them in and out of her, pumping them in a 
ruthlessly rhythmic fashion. At the same time, Diana's thumb slid 
up the girl's vagina and over her clitoris. Using her thumb, she 
began rubbing and pushing hard on the poor girl's clit, sending 
the young assistant into a spiral of overwhelming sensations.

     The assistant was panting and moaning heavily now as Wonder 
Woman stepped up her forceful massage. As she masturbated the 
young girl, Diana pulled her wide, motherly hips over the 
blonde's tight, small rear and began sliding them slowly up and 
down over the young girl's ass, riding the girl's gyrations. Both 
women lost all sense of reality and time as Diana forced the 
young girl to build toward inevitable defeat.

     The amazon then loosened her left arm's pinning grip and ran 
her hand across the young girl's breasts. The girl let out a 
shriek of sexual excitement as each nipple was brushed. Diana 
then slid her hand down the girl's blouse and under her bra, 
cupping the assistant's left breast and used this grip to pin the 
girl. Diana's hand squeezed and massaged the plump, little breast 
as she continued to feverishly stroke the girl. 

     The assistant's struggles grew more violent and Diana knew 
the end was near. Stepping up her efforts, the amazon began 
slamming her three fingers in and out of the girl, expanding and 
twisting them as she increased the pumping to an ever 
intensifying pace. At the same time, she grabbed the young girl's 
nipple with her two finger and began pinching it wildly. 

     "NO! I will never surrender!" screamed the assistant as her 
breathe began to quicken. 

     "Oh you don't have a choice." replied Diana. "Now you know 
what they did to me. How do you like it?" she barked rubbing the 
girl even harder.

     "You deserved it! You were captured! That's what happens to 
prisoners!" gasped the feverishly twisting assistant.

     "Maybe so but now you're MY prisoner. So long!" Diana 
replied. 

     With a change in her rhythm, the amazon pushed her fingers 
deep and hard into the girl and, at the same time, she squeezed 
the girl's breast, pinching the nipple incredibly hard. The young 
blonde surged upward in one last defiant effort, tightening her 
body in a futile attempt at resistance.

     "GGGNNNNNNUUUUUGGGHHH...   NNNOOOOO!!!!!" the girl screamed 
as she exploded upward in climax and wailed in ecstasy. Diana let 
the girl go and she dropped hard and fast to the floor, curling 
up into a small ball of quivering defeat, clutching her crotch 
and her breasts as she rode out the last of the sensation. 

     Suddenly, Diana went staggering face first into the bookshelf as 
the countess plowed into her from behind. "She's MINE! How DARE you!" 
screamed the countess as she slapped Diana hard across the face 
several times. Diana fought back, diving into the countess and 
slapping her hard in the face and head. Both girls grabbed each 
other in a heavy wrestling choke hold and both plowed into more 
bookcases and tables.

     Diana, having a far more muscular body, finally gained 
control and flipped her weaker opponent onto one of the tables. 
Leaning over the struggling countess, Diana grabbed the woman by 
her hands and pinned her flailing arms over her head to the 
table. Using one hand she held the countess's arms there as she 
pulled the woman's lab coat open and lifted up her skirt.

     "Now for you, you BITCH!" screamed Wonder Woman as she 
forced her hips between the countess's legs to hold them apart. 
With her free hand she gave the woman's panties a quick yank and 
ripped them off her hips. 

     "UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! HOW DARE YOU!" spat the fiery madam as 
Wonder Woman relieved her of her undergarment. "I am a QUEEN, a 
GODDESS! No one takes ME! NO ONE!!!" she screamed.

     "No one until now." Diana replied. Raising her fingers like 
a snake, she formed them into a pointed, cone shape and plunged 
them hard into the gyrating countess. The dark hared Nazi 
screamed wildly as Diana's long fingers slide slowly and deeply 
into the woman. Diana then began pumping her hand in and out as 
she slammed wave after wave of erotic pleasure deep into the 
helpless countess. 

     The countess panted and hissed as Diana continued to build 
the pressure. The experience of being taken was turning her on 
but the added vision of Wonder Woman's massive cleavage was 
overwhelming. As she pumped and pushed, the amazon's large 
breasts heaved and rippled with the same rhythm. Seeing the 
Nazi's line of sight Diana looked down at her cleavage and back 
at the woman.

     "You like these don't you?" Diana said sarcastically as she 
stared the woman in the eye. "I bet you'd love to touch them. 
They are so much better than yours." she mocked.

     The countess leaned her head up and replied with a heavy 
spat that hit Diana above her left breast and trickled down 
slowly over its spherical curvature. Diana simply grinned 
at this futile act and then looked about the room. Then, with a 
wide, wicked smile her scanning stopped. The countess turned 
her head and stared at what Diana was fixated on. 

     A large mortar sat loose on the table. It was about two 
inches in diameter and about 6 inches long. Most of it was 
cylindrical except for the end of it, which narrowed and then 
widened to a ceramic ball. Diana reached out and grabbed it with 
her free hand. At the same time, the countess realized her fate 
and began struggliing wildly in an effort to escape.

     "Remember what you did to me?" Diana said holding up the 
mortar to show the countess. "Now its my turn."

End of Part 1
Part 2 of 9.
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     With a forceful thrust, Diana plunged the ceramic implement 
into the countess's wet vagina, sending the Nazi into a violent, 
screaming frenzy. Her hips bucked and surged frantically as the 
rounded head parted her lips and slid slowly inside. Diana 
twisted and slid the mortar up and down and side to side 
maliciously as she inched it deeper and deeper into the screaming 
countess.

     "NO! No one breaks ME! NO ONE!" the woman continued to 
scream as the implement went all the way in. Diana then pushed 
her hips deep in between the countess's legs and held the mortar 
in place with her pelvis. Using her pelvis, she began sliding the 
end of the mortar around in a violently circular fashion, driving 
the woman insane with ecstasy.

     With her free hand, Diana then cupped her own breast and 
began taunting the countess, knowing the woman's infatuation with 
it. She squeezed and massaged it slowly, letting the woman see it 
bulge and ripple as it shifted about.

     "I'm going to bang you really good for this you American 
BITCH!" screamed the tightening countess. "Just wait till I get 
my hands... my hands... no... No... NO!" The countess began 
panting and barking NO over and over as the climax began to 
build. 

     Suddenly Wonder Woman reeled in pain as the assistant broke 
a heavy wooden chair across her back and sent her staggering and 
spinning backward toward one of the wooden, shelf lined walls. 
With a loud KATHUNK the amazon's wide back slammed into the wall 
sending a huge shock wave through it. As she shook off the blow 
and righted herself, the support for one of the shelves over her 
head gave way and the shelf tipped, sending its contents 
plummeting downward. With a loud crash, a series of glass 
beakers, books, pestles and other brick-a-brack broke over 
Diana's head, sending the heroine inch by inch to her knees like 
some humorous three stooges gag. The dazed heroine was naturally 
caught completely off guard as the two revived women plowed head 
on into her.

     The three fighting women went to the ground in a tangle of 
flailing arms, legs and hair. For several minutes there appeared 
to be no clear victor as the incredible cat fight continued. 
Then, the countess, using some combat training of her own, and 
also feverishly driven by the near climatic experience she just 
went through, slipped her body under Diana's and wrapped her arm 
around the amazon's neck. Using her other free hand she grabbed 
the woman's right arm and pulled it hard behind her back and up 
between her shoulder blades.

     "I can't hold ze bitch for long!" the countess screamed at 
the assistant as Wonder Woman kicked and twisted, "Quickly, get 
ze chloroform!" 

     With that the assistant sprang to her feet, letting go of 
Diana's thrusting legs, and ran to one of the tables. Picking up 
a small bottle and a cotton wad, she soaked the cotton with the 
anesthetic as she rushed back to help her mistress.

     Diana surged and writhed as she saw the young girl 
approaching. With all her remaining strength she twisted her 
shoulders and arms in an attempt to free herself. The countess 
was too good however and Diana began to thrash her head about 
wildly in panic as the young girl brought the pad closer to her 
face. Again the girl sat waiting for the right moment to strike. 
Then, as Diana's head turned toward the front, the girl clamped 
the cotton over Wonder Woman's nose and mouth, pinning her head 
straight and forcing the amazon to breath in the anesthetic.

     "MMMMMMMMBBLLLMMM!!" 

     Diana's chest surged upward defiantly as she twisted about 
in a vain attempt to escape. After a few moments, the heroine's 
struggles began to slow as the fumes sapped her strength, drawing 
away her will power. Her loud mumbles turned to soft moans and 
her wildly darting eyes began to relax and slowly close as she 
surrender to the drug. As the buxom heroine relaxed, the countess 
and the assistant loosened their grip, confident in the fact they 
had won.

     Suddenly, with her last ounce of strength, Wonder Woman 
elbowed the countess in the gut and, at the same time, kicked the 
assistant in the abdomen as hard as she could. The young girl 
collapsed to the ground in agony dropping the anesthetic soaked 
wad. Quickly, Diana picked up the pad and shoved it into the 
countess's face. The countess twisted and cried wildly as the 
cotton soaked away her strength. The fumes took their toll and 
soon the dark hared witch's eyes grew heavy. With a low moan the 
countess collapsed into unconsciousness.

     "GUARD!" cried the assistant roughly as she gasped to regain 
her breathe. Diana lunged on top of the young girl and smothered 
her face with the pad. She too struggled wildly but soon 
surrendered to the overpowering fumes. The girl collapsed and 
Wonder Woman sat back in exhaustion staring at the two 
unconscious Nazis.

     "Hera! They almost had me." Wonder Woman said softly as she 
held her head and clumsily got to her feet. "Whoa, still dizzy 
woman. I've got to shake this." The chloroform had severely 
weakened her and it was an act of shear will power that was 
keeping her awake. After a few moments, she regained her senses 
and the dizziness faded.

     "I guess the guards were ordered not to interfere. So much 
the better." she said wrapping her arms under the countess's 
shoulders and dragging the woman's unconscious body to one of the 
lab tables. With a degree of effort, Diana picked up the woman 
and sat her on the table. Picking up a roll of surgical tape, she 
placed the anesthetic soaked cotton over the Nazi's nose and mouth 
and taped it in place, wrapping the spool several times around 
her head. Then, rolling the countess on her side, Diana crossed 
the woman's hands behind her back and wrapped dozens of loops of 
tape around her wrists, arms and shoulders, securing her upper 
body. Rolling the countess onto her back, Diana then grabbed the 
woman's legs and cocooned them with a few dozen more loops of 
tape. She then picked up a white towel and tied it around the 
Nazi's eyes, completely blindfolding the woman. The countess 
moaned and slid her legs slightly as Diana continued to secure 
her. As a final precaution, the amazon took the leather restraint 
straps from the table and lashed the woman down, securing her 
from falling off the table.

     "There! You're not the only one who's good at bondage." 
Diana chuckled to herself as she stood with her hands on her hips 
gloating over the bound and gagged countess. At home, when she 
was a young girl, Diana and her friends would often ambush each 
other in the jungle and tie each other up. It was much more 
humane than hunting and it taught them valuable tracking and 
capture skills. Sometimes she liked to lose and let the others 
tie her to a tree or leave her bound and gagged in the grass. 
Other times it was an incredible turn on to ambush and tie her 
friends. She got very good at stalking and capturing them. Of 
course the loser had to be taught a lesson. There were penalties 
for being captured and the victor would often take sexual 
advantage of her prize. This was the real turn on and these 
memories always stayed in the back of Diana's mind. Maybe that's 
why she loved this kind of work and why she would take risks the 
way she did.  

     "nnnmmmmm..." moaned the blonde assistant as she shifted 
slightly on the floor. Diana rushed over to one of the lab tables 
and quickly made up another cotton of ether. Picking the girl up, 
the amazon carried her to the chair that Diana was first seated 
in and plopped her in it. Using more tape, she secured the cotton 
over the blonde's mouth and taped it in place. She then taped 
each of the girl's arms to the chair's armrests and each leg to a 
separate chair leg. After she was done, Wonder Woman stood back 
and stared proudly at her handy work. "Now to find Dru and get 
out of here." she said as she slipped out another door at the 
back of the lab.

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     Drucella awoke an hour ago. She had spent sometime trying to 
free herself but with no success. The device she was tied to held 
her too firmly in place and now she sat staring in curiosity at 
her strange surroundings and rolling her eyes every once in a 
while in sheer boredom. 

     Wonder Girl had awoke in a cell similar to Diana's. She, 
however, was not shackled. Instead, she was tied into an 
incredibly, unusual machine. The machine was made of steel tubing 
with rubber padding and resembled a really odd weight training 
machine. She was in a standing position with her legs spread at 
about a 30 degree angle. Her ankles were shackles and held in 
place by two stiff rods that were anchored to the base of the 
machine.

     Her upper body was bent at her thighs and her stomach rested 
on a soft padded seat leaving her large, plump breasts dangling 
in mid air. The seat and her ankle clamps forced the girl's rear 
end to stand high and out from the rest of her body. From the 
side she looked like a human number 7 with her rear being the 
bend at the top.

     Her arms were stretched out in front of her at a wide angle 
and shackled in place by two more thick, firm rods which were 
anchored to the base of the machine. In her mouth was inserted a 
soft, clothe ball which was held in place by leather straps that 
were buckled around her head, effectively gagging her. Unlike 
Diana however, Dru lay shivering slightly as she was completely 
naked, her costume and belt being nowhere in sight.

     In all, she was in a very prone and helpless position but 
the young heroine seemed more curious and perplexed than fearful 
of the situation. The last couple of days' events seemed 
fascinating to her. "Why were the outsiders so curious up about 
sex?" she thought. "Hera! We never do anything like that on 
Paradise island. Its SOOOO boring. Ritual this and ritual that." 
she thought as she jerked her arms and legs every once in a while 
to test her bonds.

     After a few moments, the big, oak door to the cell creaked 
open and two women slowly entered. Drucella had never seen them 
before and was slightly astonished by their outfits. The first 
woman was tall, thin and had waves of curly red hair that flowed 
over her head, shoulders and back like water over a slow, gentle 
waterfall. She seemed older and had a very firm face with a 
strong jaw and narrow, sophisticated eyes. Her body was shapely 
but nothing compared to Dru's or Diana's. Instead it was very 
thin and defined with very little body fat. 

     Her outfit was very skimpy and made from a very dull, black 
leather material. Her bra was a halter made from two leather cups 
tied together and around her back by several thick leather 
straps. The straps were buckled to two steel rings, one between 
her breasts and the other on her back. Her crotch was covered 
with a thick, leather pad with four straps, two on each side, 
which ran over the top of her hips and around the sides where her 
legs met her hips. The straps buckled together just above her 
buttocks to a third ring and a thick strap ran between her small 
cheeks, between her legs and buckled to the front leather pad, 
completing her bottom. A thick strap ran from a metal ring 
between her breasts, down her stomach and buckled to the top 
of the leather patch over her crotch. More straps ran from the 
ring on her chest, over her shoulders and to the ring on her back. 
A third thick strap ran from the same ring to a studded 
collar around her neck. Her legs were very long and were covered 
up to the middle of her thighs by a pair of shiny, black, leather 
boots with 6 inch, hi heels. Around each wrist she wore a pair of 
leather bands similar to the collar around her neck.

     The other woman was shorter and had a head of short black 
hair which was worn almost like a boys except it was much fuller 
and thicker. One side of it hung lazily over her left eye, almost 
blocking it out. She had a full wide face with a petite nose, 
full thick lips and big brown eyes. Her body was more robust than 
the red heads with a thick pair of thighs, a wide, motherly set 
of hips, a narrow waste and a wide chest. Her breasts were very 
large and globular and were pushed together to form a grand 
valley of cleavage by a pink laced support bra. The bra was some 
sort of undergarment made from some soft, semi transparent 
material which revealed parts of her nipples, and was decorated 
with a series of frilly laces. Her panties were made of the same 
pink, frilly material and hung loosely around her wide hips. Over 
her stomach she wore a pink hose support. Two support clips ran 
down each leg over the front and back and clipped to a pair of 
pink, fish net stockings. These ran all the way from her thighs 
to her feet and were capped off by a pair of shiny black 6 
inch heels. She wore a very sheer, pink robe which dragged along 
the floor and which was transparent enough to allow one to see 
her shape as a silhouette underneath it.

     "Zo this is the little kinder they told us about." said the 
red head teasingly, "Ze great Vunder Girl. She doesn't look zo 
dangerous too me Inga." she said bending forward with her knees 
locked and looking sarcastically into the young girl's face.

     "Oh I don't know Gretchen." said the dark hared woman as she 
walked around to the back of Wonder Girl, staring intently at her 
young, plump rear end. "Looks can be deceiving. I zink we should 
interrogate her very carefully." she added letting out a slight 
chuckle.

     "Ve have ways of making prisoners talk my dear." Inga said 
to Dru, "You should not have let us capture you."

     "No matter Inga." said Gretchen, "She will soon learn what 
happens to pretty, costumed heroines who make the mistake of 
being caught." she giggled.

     "MMMMMM" mumbled Drucella as she curiously stared around the 
room and tried to follow the two strange women. The red head 
sauntered around the other side of Dru, sliding her long black 
fingernails slowly under the young girl's chin, and walked up to 
Inga. Inga pushed a button on the wall behind Dru and a large 
panel slid open revealing a set of shelves containing an 
impressive array of various "sex toys". Still unable to see the 
impending collection of paraphernalia behind her Dru wiggled 
about calmly, wondering why these women were acting so strange. 
Suddenly she tightened slightly as she felt a hand slowly caress 
her left buttock.

     "Very nice." said Inga in a pleased voice. "Very 
responsive." Inga gave the cheek a slight slap causing a small 
wave to ripple through it. Dru let out a gruff "MMMMBLM" in 
defiance. "By HERA! What are they doing.."

     "WHACK!"

     "MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"

     Dru screamed in panic as the first paddle board came down 
hard across her ass. As soon as Inga's board swung back, 
Gretchen's board hit home sending another huge wave through 
Drucella's cheeks and caused the helpless heroine to scream again 
in shock. 

     Her head thrashed about in desperate panic as the two women 
continued to slap her rear. Again and again the boards came down 
on her ass sending wave after wave of sharp pain through 
Drucella's mind. With each whack came an accompanying "MPH!" from 
Dru as the rhythm increased.

     Like two railroad workers pounding away at a spike, the two 
dominatrix happily swatted the feisty young heroine, teaching her 
some unspoken but understood lesson about obedience and the fate 
of a prisoner.

     After several minutes, the two women stopped and patted the 
young girl's rear affectionately. Dru's buttocks were now cherry 
red and she could feel them hum softly as her numb cheeks 
resonated from the rhythmic spanking. She shook her hips back and 
forth in defiance as she tried to free herself from her bonds.

     As the young heroine continued to struggle, the two women 
walked back over to the cabinet and returned the paddles. 

     "She's so feisty." said Inga looking sideways at the 
gyrating Wonder Girl and sprouting an amused grin.

     "Ya, but I have just the thing to... ehem... calm ze little 
spitfire down." replied Gretchen slipping Inga a devilishly 
wicked smile and reaching into the cabinet. From the shelf she 
picked up an odd, black leather belt and slipped it around her 
waist. Then, reaching up, she grabbed a large white dildo and 
attached it to a mount at the front of the belt. This caused the 
belt to hang low over her crotch and gave her an impressive, 
artificial erection.

     "Ooo..., I do so love your imagination." said Inga as she 
slipped Gretchen a big, wet affectionate kiss and lightly stroked 
the fallic with her finger tips. She then slowly sauntered around 
to the front of Wonder Girl and stared wickedly back at Gretchen 
as she ran her long fingernails lightly over the young girl's 
bare ass and back as she walked around to her front.

     "Zo... You are such a sveet young thing." said Inga as she 
bent down in front of Drucella and held her chin with her hand. 
"Ve can be such good friends you and I." she continued as she 
removed the young girl's ball gag. 

     Drucella couldn't help but stare in astonishment and 
curiosity at the woman's enormous cleavage. Most of the women on 
Paradise Island were very well endowed and this was a trait that 
turned Drucella on. When she was younger she would always sneak 
peeks at Diana taking showers in the nude under the water falls 
or watch her laying out naked on the beach. Diana was very large 
and she loved the way her breasts would roll about like two soft 
balls of plump flesh as Diana turned over or stood up. At times 
she would even catch her older sister lying naked under a shaded 
palm, lightly stroking and masturbating her breasts to bring on a 
climax. When she blossomed, Drucella would spend hours caressing 
and teasing her own breasts, making herself cum from playing with 
them. Mother would scold her for over indulging herself but this 
only heightened the activity since she was doing something her 
mother said was naughty. 

     Seeing the girl's line of vision, Inga reached up and ran 
her finger's over her ample breasts. "You like?" she asked, 
unbuttoning her bra. The breasts burst out toward Drucella and 
lay firm and full on Inga's chest. Inga gently grabbed Drucella 
by the hair  and, with her other hand, moved one plump breast 
toward the young girl's mouth. Drucella's head twisted and 
thrashed. "No... don't! I can't .... MMMBBLLM..." her cries were 
muffled, however, as Inga inserted her nipple in Drucella's 
mouth.

     At first Dru continued to twist her head in defiance but, 
like being subjected to some odd aphrodisiac, her struggles 
slowed and she began to suck on the woman's large nipple. 
Drucella had never actually done this before and her immediate 
fate was forgotten as she began indulging her fantasy.

     Gretchen's walked up behind Drucella and her hands slowly 
slid over the young girl's slightly red buttocks as she 
approached Drucella from behind. So engrossed was she with Inga's 
breast, Drucella simply ignored the other woman's activities.

     Then, with a sudden, forceful thrust, Gretchen slid the 
dildo between Dru's legs and parted her young, tight lips, 
plunging the fallic deep and hard into the defenseless heroine's 
vagina. Dru screamed and gyrated frantically as the shock of this 
action brought her immediately back to reality. Almost as quickly 
as she pulled her head away, Inga grabbed her hard by the back of 
her neck and forced her breast again into the young girl's gaping 
mouth.

     "NNNNNMMMMM!" screamed Dru as she was forcibly raped by the 
two dominatrix. Gretchen began sliding the dildo in and out of 
Dru, relentlessly slamming it home again and again into her 
gyrating, thrusting hips. As she pounded away at the young 
heroine, Gretchen gave the helpless girl an occasional brutal 
slap on the rear, like some deranged cowboy breaking a wild 
filly.

     After a bit, Inga removed her breast and stood up, keeping 
her firm grip on Dru's head. The young girl continued to gasp and 
whine as the woman behind her forcefully penetrated her. Inga 
then reached down and pulled her own panties off, revealing her 
large, wide vagina. 

     "You like using your mouth little one?" asked Inga 
mockingly, "Vell, use it now!" she ordered as she brutally thrust 
her hips forward and forced Drucella's face into her pussy. "Lick 
ME! Lick me NOW!" screamed Inga as she began sliding her vagina 
all over Drucella's face.

     "Ya, c'mon Bitch! Lick my friend!" ordered Gretchen as she 
thrust her point home with an even harder penetration. 

     "MMMMMMMMGLM" screamed Drucella as she slowly gave in and 
began sliding her tongue over Inga's thrusting vagina. Dru was 
moaning and crying muffled screams of resistance constantly now 
as the two women began to form a vicious rhythm.

     After several intense minutes, Gretchen withdrew herself and 
walked back over to the cabinet. Drucella sighed slightly in 
relief as the physical pounding lightened. Gretchen removed the 
dripping wet dildo from her belt. She then grabbed a second dildo 
and walked back over to the restrained young girl.

     Gretchen approached Wonder Girl from the side and slid her 
fingers roughly over the girl's vagina. Her fingers ran between 
her lips and her anus as the red head stroked the young teen like 
some dominated pet. Dru's hips surged again, twisting about 
slowly as the woman started to tease and tickle her.

     "OOO You're zo hot." teased Gretchen. "You're such a naughty 
little bitch. I bet you lovebeing banged don't you?" 

     Suddenly, the same dildo plunged back into Dru's defenseless 
vagina and the fiery redhead began viciously sliding it in and 
out. Dru started to scream and thrash about again as she was 
taken a second time. Her struggles also heightened and fed Inga's 
experience and the busty dominatrix began to moan with excitement 
as the young girl wildly thrashed about.

End of Part 2.