Message-ID: <16683eli$9810200534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: Wonder Woman's Gallant Knight 3 of 3 M/F F/F F/m n/c Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70glhi$nnc$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Wonder Woman's Gallant Knight Part 3 of 3 by GW Although just oozing with syrupy sentimentality, this story contains violence, M/F rape, F/F N/C and F/m erotic scenes. It is meant for and should only be read by mature adults. "Ja, you do good, but go over and practice some more on Carl That way, you get real good. Maybe we get you a job in a top Berlin cathouse, when they are through interrogating you. Would you like that? Go on! Carl is pining away there for you!" When Diana didn't move fast enough, Hans kicked her again. It wasn't so hard this time, but hard enough to start her on the long crawl over to Carl. His penis was bigger then Hans, and she gagged at the thought he had just pulled it from her rectum and not cleaned it. "Get going you American slut!" Carl ordered her. "Or do you need a few more kicks in the ass, to teach you manners?" Trying to make her mind a blank, Wonder Woman crawled closer and took the foul penis in her mouth. This time she sucked and mouthed more skillfully. "The sooner I make him come, the quicker he'll get out of my mouth." Diana thought hopefully. When Carl did come, Diana almost choked on the load of semen in her mouth and throat, again. She thankfully felt him withdraw from her mouth, but her ordeal still wasn't over, for by then, Hans was ready for her again. Working on his third ejaculation it took forever. Then the same was true of Carl. Finally, though, both men were drained. "What do you think Carl?" Hans sneered. "In no time at all, we make the great Yankee superwoman into a good little cocksucker!" They laughed at her, and Diana felt like a piece of dirt. "The ancient Amazons were right!" Diana thought bitterly. "Men are pigs. they should all be castrated and made slaves. I'd like to kill them all myself!" She told herself with savage certainty. The picture of Gerry with a gun to his head slipped into her mind. "Oh Dear Hera forgive me. Please!" Diana prayed . "I can't let those animal make me like them. Jerry isn't anything like that and Steve is a good honorable man, even if he is a little dumb sometimes." Just then Colonel Euta came back into the room. She looked with contempt at the humiliated Amazon. "Clean yourself up, you filthy whore!" She cried. "There is the lavatory, and either pull that ridiculous costume up or take it off! What kind of stupid cow wears her clothes hanging around her ankle!" Sitting on the floor, Wonder Woman hopefully started to tug her tights up legs, but then Euta changed her mind. "No take that rag off. All that red, white and blue is offensive to good Nazis!" Having learned better than to disobey orders, Wonder Woman obediently did as Euta ordered. She pulled her costume off her ankle. "You can keep those boots on!" Euta sneered. "Only whores wear red boots!". It took every ounce of Wonder Woman's fortitude to drag her aching body to her feet. She walked to the bathroom, with the painful, stiff-legged dignity of a wounded doe. Once inside the tiny washroom, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. At least, she was free of the presence of those animals, if only for a few moments. She winced at her reflection in the little cracked mirror. Euta's fists had blackened her right eye, and her face generally looked like she'd been run over by a tank. She rinsed her mouth and gargled in desperate need to rid her mouth of the terrible taste of the two Nazi brutes. She did her best to clean off the blood, semen and sweat, clinging to her body. Washing made her feel a little better. She prolonged the process as long as possible, until Euta shouted. "Hurry up in there! What are you doing? Playing with yourself? We don't have all night!" Wonder Woman gritted her teeth at the insult, but she reluctantly opened the door and came out. She was ashamed, all over again, to be naked in front of the three brutal Nazis. "Come into my office!" Colonel Euta ordered. Wonder Woman tottered after the Nazi woman into the other room, relieved to at least escape the presence of Hans and Carl. "She's a woman, too." Diana thought, hopefully. "Nothing she'd do, could be as bad as those two animals." But Diana's relief was short lived. Euta sat down in a swivel chair, in front of a desk set against the wall. She wheeled around in the chair to face the nude Amazon. "My loyal pigs out there, taught you to suck cock, pretty good, I think, Nein? Ja, I watched through the door. Now we see how well you can eat pussy! I heard you Amazons like to do that." Though nude and in agony, washing her hurt body had restored some of Wonder Woman's dignity and spirit. Her back stiffened. "If we do, none of us would ever want to suck yours; that's for sure!" She snapped. "What you want, doesn't matter! It is what I want, that matters. You will suck my pussy! Get over here! Now! On your knees!" Euta's voice was harsh and angry. "I won't!" Wonder Woman said with quiet dignity, her chin set stubbornly. Furious at the Amazon's show of spirit, Euta sprang from her chair. She caught the startled heroine by the arms and flung her down on the floor. In a daze, Wonder Woman found the Nazi's brutal abuse had left her helplessly weak. Before she knew it, Euta was sitting on her chest, flattening her imperious bosom and taking her breath away. She looked up fearfully, as Euta pinned her arms under her fat knees. Euta smacked Wonder Woman's trapped face, back and forth, until her ears were ringing. Finally the helpless Wonder Woman blurted out. "All right! All right! I'll do it!" She was almost weeping in shame. Euta got up off the sniffling Amazon. She returned to her chair, and sat back arrogantly. "Ja now we understand each other. Now, get your worthless behind over here, my fine Yankee superwoman!" The Nazi sneered arrogantly. Wonder Woman crept painfully over to Euta, and miserably settled down in front of the Nazi woman. Euta pulled up her short skirt, around her hips; she was naked underneath. She pulled Wonder Woman closer, and draped the frightened heroine's arms over her thighs, positioning her bruised face inches from her own crotch. "When poor Sylvia wanted me to do this for her, I wouldn't do it!" Diana remembered with a pang. As she pressed her face against Euta's hairy genitalia, her blue eyes gleamed hopefully. Euta's pistol holster was on her left side, the pistol butt faced forward, within reach of Diana's right hand. Diana bided her time; kissing and tonguing Euta, until the gross Nazi was moaning in pleasure. "Please Hera, don't let her notice!" Wonder Woman prayed, as she loosened the holster flap. She waited until Euta screamed in ecstacy, then she pulled the gun from the holster. She leaped to her feet, renewed hope giving her new strength. Caught totally off guard, Euta blinked her eyes in confusion, furious at having her pleasure interrupted. In alarm, she saw Wonder Woman standing tall in front of her, pointing her own pistol at her. As Euta came to her senses. She started to stand up. "Sit down!" Wonder Woman ordered. "I won't hesitate to shoot you!" She added, gripping the pistol with determination. Euta didn't sit down though; instead she pulled out the whip stuck in her boot. "You stupid Yankee cow!" She laughed harshly. "That pistol isn't cocked. She came at Wonder Woman waving the whip menacingly. Hating to use a weapon, but knowing she had no choice, Wonder Woman desperately squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. She fumbled with the weapon, but she didn't know how to operate it. She disliked guns, thinking them unworthy of an Amazon Warrior. Euta cracked the whip across Wonder Woman's wrists, and the pistol clattered on the floor. Wonder Woman's heart sank. "Oh Dear Hera! Cant' I do anything right!" She thought miserably. She bitterly remembered the Intelligence Service Weapons Course Diana Prince managed to postpone to some vague, future date. At the time, she'd been pleased by her cleverness. "Pick up the gun, and hand it to me!" Euta ordered. Her hopes dashed again, Wonder Woman abjectly crouched over, retrieved the pistol, and handed the weapon to the Nazi. "Why didn't I try to hit her with it, when I had the chance, at least?" Diana berated herself miserably, as Euta took the pistol and expertly cocked it. She waved it in front of Wonder Woman's face. "Suck it!" Euta ordered. Wonder Woman let the brutal Nazi shove the pistol barrel into her mouth. Knowing Euta could pull the trigger and blow her head off, any second, terrified her. Tears streamed down her face, as she sucked the cold, frightening metal, as though it were a Nazi penis, she thought in self-disgust. At last, Euta pulled the gun out of her mouth and re-holstered it. "Don't even try to think about anything like that again, or we play a little game I know, called Russian Roulette. You know what that is, Bitch?" Euta snarled. "Y-yes!" Wonder Woman answered meekly. "I know!" "Now, you've been a bad girl. You tried to shoot Euta!" Euta continued. "You must be punished!" She sat down in her chair again. "Come here! Lie down across my lap!" She ordered. Wonder Woman looked at her helplessly; then glanced around the room, but there was no way to escape. The only window was barred and the two animals were waiting outside the only door. "She's going to spank me!" Diana thought, in horror. "I'm a gown woman; she can't spank me!" She didn't even think about the possible pain; it was the terrible humiliation that mangled the last shreds of her Amazon pride. She self-consciously draped her superbly formed body across Euta's lap. Her tall, maturely curved form contrasted conspicuously, with her demeaning pose of a naughty child. "Back in Berlin before the War, I ran a real exclusive cathouse. I never took men customers, though. Ja, I only had lady customers. I was known as Euta the Whip Lady. Rich ladies paid me big money to do this to them. You are lucky; you are getting my services free." Euta laughed . Wonder Woman was too miserable to even understand what Euta was chortling about.. "You have a big, broad bottom." Euta laughed. "Just right for the whip! Like two big medicine balls! Uuum, just as hard too!" She added poking Wonder Woman's buttock. For a moment, Diana wanted to beg and plead, but by now, she'd learned it was useless. She bit back her urge, saving a shred of pride. Euta began to whip the American heroine with gleeful enthusiasm. Soon, Wonder Woman began to yelp and cry, as Euta laced her beautiful behind with fiery welts, that burned like hot metal. When Euta finally pushed the screaming heroine off her lap, Wonder Woman fell in a heap, and crouched there until Euta instructed her. "Get up! You worthless piece of Yankee shit! Now get back to where you left off, when you showed me what a bungling fool you are, with my pistol!" Wonder Woman stood up, she could hardly make it, but at least standing up, her fiery bottom wasn't rubbing against the floor. She waited forlornly for Euta to sit down. She didn't seem to have any will left of her own. "What's one more humiliation?" She thought despairingly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Euta snapped in annoyance. "What do those stupid pigs want now? They know how I hate to be interrupted!" She almost goose stepped to the door, she was so angry at postponing her pleasure. Yet always cautious, she slipped her pistol out of the holster again. Once he found the Nazi's car, Gerry methodically searched the neighborhood. He only found one building with a light, a small, single residence set among warehouses. He crept around the house, but couldn't see inside. The downstairs windows were all curtained over. The light, he'd seen, came from upstairs, and he couldn't get a look inside at this angle. The warehouse next door had a fire escape. He climbed up it, doing his best not to make any noise. Gerry crouched on the ironwork ledge, two stories up. Now he could see into the window. Gerry 's stomach did a sick flip-flop. He was just in time to see Diana follow the Nazi Colonel into another room. The window to that room had bars, and it was curtained like the downstairs rooms "Oh God1 They've taken her clothes off. She's naked, and she really looks beat-up. Gerry noticed in horror. He looked away, even before Diana disappeared from sight, unable to watch Diana like that . "What can I do?" Gerry wondered sickly, crouching on his perch. "I've got to find a phone and call the police! Oh shit! That's going to be horrible for Diana, if they all barge in and find her naked and all. She'd never forgive herself!" Gerry understood his friend's fierce pride. Just then, one of the Nazi thugs walked into view. He was buttoning up his pants. Gerry almost got sick to his stomach. He had a terrible premonition what that meant. "That filthy pig!" He thought, doing his best not to think about the full implications. The man looked out the window. "Oh cripes! Did he see me?" Gerry wondered, as he huddled down, trying to be invisible. Gerry couldn't hear him, but Hans turned to his subordinate. "Carl, I thought I saw something on that fire escape next door. It looked like that damned kid. Go over there and see what it is!" Carl gave Hans a dirty look, thinking. "Why don't you check it out yourself, you lazy pig. No! It is always Carl who gets the dirty work. If you'd slit the little bastard's throat, when you should have, he wouldn't be a problem." Not hurrying, over much, Carl ambled out of the room. Gerry guessed he was heading his way. He felt a cold shiver down his back. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Carl came out the downstairs back door. He looked around, and still in his shirt sleeves, shivered in the cold night air. Gerry pulled himself as far back into the shadows, as he possibly could. He was afraid to breath, as Carl crossed the backyard and neared the bottom of the fire escape. His stomach was flip-flopping! He'd never been so scared in his life. He thought of the heavy wrench, at his side. As carefully and quietly as possible, he slid it out of the canvas newspaper sack. At the bottom of the ladder, Carl swore in disgust. He'd forgotten his pistol. He debated going back for it. If he did, he'd have to endure a balling out from Hans, and maybe that bitch colonel would get in on it. He didn't relish prolonging this fool's errand, any longer than necessary, either. He wouldn't need a gun to deal with a kid. Fear of his superiors and his natural laziness won out. He started up the ladder, unarmed. By now, Gerry was holding the wrench with both hands, raised and ready. Gerry held his breath. As Carl's head appeared above the ledge, he swung for all he was worth. The wrench hitting Carl's head, sounded like he was hitting an overripe pumpkin. Carl fell off the ladder and plummeted to the ground. Gerry knew he couldn't stay there; he quickly climbed down the ladder. Holding the wrench raised and ready, Gerry cautiously approached Carl. The Nazi was lying deathly still. Gerry could tell from the way was head was squashed, that he was probably dead. He felt sick, realizing he killed someone, but then he thought about what they'd done to Diana. Helping Diana came first, before anything. He swallowed the sick bile in his throat and crept close to the back door Carl had come through. Gerry paused beside the back stoop. Should he try the door or stand here and wait. Upstairs, Hans was getting nervous. He knew what a vindictive witch Euta was. "Ja, if anything goes wrong out there, that bitch inside will blame me for not going along with Carl! She's still mad because I didn't kill the little bastard! I better go myself!". A little smarter than Carl, Hans stuck his Luger in his belt. Gerry heard the door start to open. He crouched beside the steps. Hans walked out on the top step. His attention was on the fire escape across the alley, looking for Carl "Where is the dumbkoff?" He mumbled. He went down the two steps. Gerry rose silently behind him. Wham! He hit Hans across the back of the head. He didn't hit so hard this time, reluctant to take another human life, but he struck hard enough to knock the Nazi senseless. "What am I going to do with him now?" Gerry wondered. He went up the porch steps and peeked inside. There was a flight of stairs to the second floor. He climbed them on tiptoe. His heart almost stopped every time a stair creaked. Finally, after what seemed forever, he got to the top. He looked around the room at the top of the stairs. It was the one he'd seen Diana in. "Good! There's no one else in this room, anyway. On the coffee table, he spied the handcuffs ,the Nazis had taken off Diana's wrists. He snatched them up and made another agonized trip down the stairs. Back in the yard, he handcuffed Hans to the iron railing of the steps. He searched Hans' pockets and found a large bandanna handkerchief, and stuffed it in Hans mouth. He found the gun in Hans belt, too. He didn't really know anything more about using guns than Diana did. His father had promised to take him to the pistol range, the year before the war started, but his transfer papers to Pearl came through before he could. Gerry stuck the gun in his pocket, but kept his wrench in his hand. For the third time, he made the agonizing trip up the stairs to the second floor. "That Nazi woman has Diana in there!" Her thought as he tiptoed to the door. He knocked, and stepped to one side, wrench ready. The door opened. Seeing no one in front of it, Euta instinctively dodged back a step, scenting danger. Gerry swung the wrench, but the wily Nazi woman was already out of range. As Gerry tottered off balance, Euta pressed her pistol against his forehead. "Aahh! It is the your cute, little friend, the Yankee hooligan." Euta sneered out of the side of her mouth, to Wonder Woman. "I knew there would be trouble, when that stupid bastard didn't slit your throat back in that alley." She added to Gerry. "What did you do with those two bumblers, I left out here?" Euta saw the blood stains on the wrench. "Aahh, I see, and you would have smashed Euta's head with that nasty wrench too, eh,? You little shit!" Diana shook off her apathy. "Gerry!" She thought. "You brave, wonderful fool! You came in here, after me! Oh Merciful Minerva, now the bitch will shoot him for sure. Oh, how can I stop her? I can hardly stand up, without falling over. I've got to do something!" Desperately, Wonder Woman looked around the room, but there was no weapon in sight. The only thing movable was Euta's swivel chair. "I must hurry! I've got to do something quick!" Wonder Woman thought. "The only reason she hasn't shot him, already, is because she enjoys toying with her victims, so much." "Ja, your brains will be spattered all over this wall, if you ruined those two dumbkoff's usefulness to me. You have already caused me great inconvenience." Gerry had never been so scared in his life. He knew he was seconds from a bullet in the head, and there was nothing he could do to stop Euta pulling the trigger. Sweat ran down his forehead into his eyes or maybe it was tears. "No please, don't!" He begged. He didn't want to die. Diana still didn't know what to do."Even if I can hit her with the chair, she may pull the trigger. Merciful Minerva, what other chance do we have?" Wonder Woman grasped the backrest of the chair and tried to lift it . She could hardly budge it. "Oh, Dear Hera, please, please, give me the strength." Diana prayed plaintively. She held her breath, tightened her grip and tried again. From somewhere, she summoned the last vestige of her Amazon strength. The chair rose above her head, and with everything she had left, Diana smashed it across Euta's back. At the last second, Euta turned her head, and saw the chair coming, but it was too late! Gerry saw it too, and dropped to the floor, just as Euta squeezed the trigger. The shot went over his head. The gun sounded like a cannon, and Gerry was afraid he was deaf. The wrench still dangled from his hands. He raised it, but Euta was gurgling and croaking in agony. The chair had struck at just the right angle, and broken her neck. Even in her death throes, the fanatical Nazi tried to raise the pistol. Gerry stamped on her hand. Her heroic effort took everything Diana had left. She almost passed out, as the chair fell from her hands. She collapsed on the floor next to Euta. Gerry callously jumped over the dying Nazi, and knelt beside Diana. She was trembling uncontrollably. "Diana, Diana! Are you O.K.?" He cried. She looked up at him, as if she didn't know him, her big, blue eyes dazed and unfocussed. She was in near shock, and hardly knew what was happening. "Gerry," She asked in confusion. "are you here too?" "Diana, we have to get out of here. There may be more of them in the Nazi gang, or the cops may come. Do you know where they put your girdle and other stuff?" "My girdle! Got to get my girdle back!" Diana mumbled, her mind wandering. "Where is it?" Gerry repeated urgently. "Got to get my girdle back!" Diana repeated more indistinctly. "Diana! Where is it?" Gerry repeated even more urgently shaking her by the shoulder. "You've got to tell me!" Diana looked up; her eyes resting on Gerry's face, she seemed to see him. "Wooden chest.... key around her neck." She whispered. Then her eyes rolled and her eyelids fluttered, and her trembling body went limp. Gerry glanced at her, thinking how beautiful she was, even all beat up like that. With a guilty start he realized he was looking at Diana's nude body, and averted his eyes, ashamed of himself. He knew he'd never be able to forget that brief glimpse, though. Gerry gently laid Diana's head back on the floor. When he turned back to look at Euta, she looked already dead. He shivered in disgust, but he got the chain off her neck. He looked around the two rooms. It was several seconds before he saw the wooden chest in the corner of the outer room. "That's got to be it!" He thought hopefully. "Its got to be!" If it wasn't he didn't know what he'd do; Diana was past helping him right now. Gerry said a little prayer, took a deep breath and tried the key It worked. Sure enough, Wonder Woman's girdle, tiara, bracelets and lasso were inside. Gerry scooped them out, and stuffed them in his newspaper sack ,along with his bloody wrench. He looked around and saw Wonder Woman's satin uniform, lying where Euta forced her to drop it. Gerry scooped it up too. Then his eyes fell on Euta's trench coat, where she'd thrown it. He picked it up gingerly, aware it belonged to a dead woman. Gerry returned to Diana. She was still unconscious. He slid his arms under her shoulders and lifted her up, doing his best not to look at her. She shivered. He wrapped the coat around her shoulders, then worked her limp arms into the sleeves. "Diana! Wake up! Wake up! You've got to wake up!" Gerry said insistently. Diana's head stirred and she moaned, but didn't wake up, even when Gerry shook her. Finally, hating himself, he gingerly slapped her face. She whimpered, and feeling even worse, Gerry slapped her harder "No, please! Don't hit me anymore!" Diana begged groggily. Her eyes opened and she dreamily recognized Gerry. "Gerry! Gerry!" She said. "What are you doing here?" "Diana! C'mon! You've got to get up somehow! We've got to get out of here! There may be more of those Nazi's around, or the cops might come." "Out of here! Oh yes! Out of here. I want to get out of here." Gerry could tell Diana was still so woozy she hardly knew where she was. "Please, Diana! You've got to get up!" Gerry implored her. "I'll try!" She answered but didn't move. Gerry tugged on her shoulders. Finally with a lot of help, Diana made it to her feet. She had to lean on him, or she would have fallen. With his free hand, Gerry pulled the coat around her body and twisted the belt together to hold it together. He was relieved to be free of the terrible temptation to glance at her lovely body. Diana noticed for the first time the coat covering her body. She looked down curiously. "Euta's coat!" She said recognizing it with distaste. She shivered. She knew it would have to do, though. She was grateful to Gerry for putting it on, remembering she was naked. The thought that Gerry, had seen her completely naked, didn't really bother Diana; her people were little concerned about such things among friends. They ordinarily engaged in athletics in the nude. She shuddered though, remembering, with horror, the three horrible Nazis leering at her nude body, as though it were a side of beef. She would never be so innocently unselfconscious about her body again. Once on her feet, Diana looked down and saw Euta's body. Suddenly everything came back to her in a rush. She remembered smashing the chair across Euta's back. "Is she dead?" Diana asked anxiously. "I think so!" Gerry answered. "Oh Dear Hera, I never killed anyone before, and I struck her from behind." "She deserved it, Diana, if anyone ever did, and you had no other choice!" Gerry answered and his voice held absolute conviction. "C'mon now! We don't have time to fool around! We've got to get out of here, before someone comes!" Mutely, Diana let Gerry lead her away from the disturbing sight, into the next room. Then, staggering, almost falling sometimes, the two friends stumbled down the back stairs to the back yard. They had to step over Hans, who was still alive, but thankfully, still unconscious. They went through the alley to the street. It was completely deserted, a couple of hours before dawn. "Now what?" Gerry muttered, realizing he had no plan beyond getting out of that horrible house. "We'll have to take their car!" Diana answered. The cold night air had cleared the cobwebs from her mind. She realized how weak and vulnerable she was. "We've got to, Gerry! I can't go any further on foot!" There was an awful desperation in her voice, and Diana almost choked at having to admit she was nearly helpless, even to Gerry. "We can't, Diana! I didn't get the keys!" Gerry almost wailed, furious at himself for not thinking ahead.. "Diana I don't think I can go back in there again!" Gerry admitted with a shudder, knowing he was letting Diana down. Diana's shoulders slumped, but she squeezed his shoulder. "It's O.K. Gerry! I couldn't go back in there either, but Merciful Minerva what are we going to do?" There was an edge of panic in her voice. Gerry wondered if he could nerve himself to go back and search for the keys. Something clicked in Diana's mind. "Keys, keys! Yes!" She knew where they were. She remembered glimpsing Euta put them away. She slipped her hand into the coat pocket. Her heart leaped. "Gerry, you did get the keys!" Diana told him, almost weeping in relief. She hugged his shoulder affectionately "They were in the coat pocket. I just remembered seeing her put them there." "Geez Diana! You're terrific!" Gerry said happily. "You're the one who got her coat!" Diana said wearily, her momentary elation deserting her, as quickly as it had come. She shuddered. "You'll have to drive!" She told Gerry feeling weaker than ever. "I can't drive!' Gerry said. "Sometimes Dad would let me drive up and down the driveway, or sit on his lap when I was little and steer, but I never drove on a street." "You have to!" Diana said. " I can't!" The desperate tone of her voice, told Gerry he had no choice. He helped Diana around to the passenger seat, and got her into it. Then he ran around threw his newspaper bag, with its precious burden, into the back seat. He even pulled his jacket off, and threw that back there too. He didn't want to be encumbered. Behind the wheel, Diana handed him the key. He inserted it in the dashboard slot and tuned it. Diana adjusted the choke and pointed out the starter button to him. Gerry pressed his foot down on the clutch. The engine started and he shifted into first and eased up the clutch. The car lurched forward. As Gerry concentrated all his attention on driving the heavy car, Diana sat huddled in the corner. At a red-light, Gerry looked over. She looked like a scared, hurt, little girl, almost like his little sister when she got sick. Gerry felt a lump in his throat. After they drove, Diana started to talk in a dull, expressionless voice. The despondent note in her voice gave Gerry the shivers."Well Gerry, what do you think of your Wonder Woman, now? I couldn't save you from the Nazis. I couldn't even save myself. That Nazi Colonel was half my size and she beat the tar out of me. Then those men... they...they did awful things to me, and I couldn't stop them either. I even cried and begged them to stop, not to hurt me, and they laughed. I would have done anything they said, just so they'd stop hurting me. I never knew I was such a miserable coward. Maybe I deserved what they did to me." I thought this would fit in 3 parts, sorrry for inconvenience but there will be 4. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----