FRAULEIN WONDER WOMAN
By  BANDIT
Chapter 2


"How does it feel ! Fraulein Wonder Woman; to be as helpless in Nazi chains,
as those that faced your superpowers and died for the Third Reich?" The
totally gloating Fritz slobbers out, as he brandishes a German Luger and
captures Wonder Woman's gorgeous blue eyes of exotic brilliance with the
pistol's deadly end just inches from the helpless Wonder Woman's face. "Even
with your super bracelets,,,,Wonder Woman,,could you stop a bullet at this
moment?" Fritz revels on in glory; the Fuhrer on his way to congratulate him
personally.

"If you were intent upon using that gun on me, then you wouldn't have gotten
out your, probably best German chains; now would you?" Wonder Woman offers out
sarcastically, knowing fulwell that if Adolf Hitler is on his way; the Fuhrer
wants her alive a not too weakened by torture.

"Brave to the end, huh! Wonder Bitch; but I'll assure you that as you undergo
some very specialized Nazi interrogation tortures, you'll not be as cocky as
you are now!" Fritz lashes back at the still undaunted Wonder Woman.

"I suppose that this,,,,thing!! ! that you stuffed up into me then,is a health
aid of some sort; and not an implement of torture." She enforces both with
once again strained muscles and totally wrinkled brow of sheer agony.

'Don't pride yourself yet Wonder Woman, on enduring torture; the SS experts
will not hear from your pretty lips any sarcasm what so ever. You will scream
at the top of your lungs for mercy; and you give them such a great endowment
of breasts to work over!" Fritz; smirks out enthusiastically for those SS
interrogators to do just that with Wonder Woman's huge breasts.

"And just what do you hope to gain by torturing me; top secrets and things of
that nature?" Wonder Woman actually smiles out, then concludes; "I'm not given
any top secret information of any kind. I just help out where I can."

"And you call this!!! helping out,Wonder Woman!?" Fritz gloats on as he fists
upon Wonder Woman's overhead wrist chains and wrests her gorgeous entirety
into a dance of her gorgeous breasts and her sexy gam muscles, chained upon
her ankles, trying to keep balanced as best they can at her shapely feet.

'nnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!!' She suffers as silently as possible the severe wrenching
action the vagina and anus torturing tool of steel inflicts upon her now
bleeding insides.

"Und now we must prepare for der Fuhrer." Fritz snaps out as this session of
his power over Wonder Woman must come to a temporary end; Fritz adding with a
drool of anticipation; "Der Fuhrer will be very happy to meet you,,,,Wonder
Woman."

"And I him,,,that's why I dressed to please him." Wonder Woman quips dryly as
her nakedness as a gorgeous female she knows pleases all men, and a lot of
women.

"Stay right where you are Wonder Woman, the setting is perfect!. I'm sure der
Fuhrer will be pleased with you." Fritz concludes as he orders the evacuation
of his dungeon.

"Any special poses the Fuhrer would prefer?" Wonder Woman offers out with a
grin of sarcasm and defiance upon her shapely lips; her quip of quest
unanswered as the chamber is vacated, leaving her in solitude and solid steel
restraints of Nazi steel.

A female house guest peeking in upon the scene is satisfied that her husband,
a member of the ten man gloating team ,did not engage in sexual activities
with the bare and rare beauty that represents American arrogance; Fraulein
Wonder Woman's entire crotch and obviously her vagina and possibly her rectum
overstuffed with Nazi steel, that serves the super bitch right; there being no
sisterhood in eye contact between the tickled house guest and the tortured
female nakedness that dangles in heavy Nazi chains ; "Huh!! ,,,,,,Wonder Woman
indeed!,,,,Tah!!!!" The woman spits out at the ever staring idol of America,
,without her super wear of mystique and might; stripped by Nazi power of her
powers.

In returning to the upper levels of Holtzen Castle Field Marshall Holtzen and
his entourage seem to be entering a house of gaiety instead of a military
style house of victory celebration; the women giggling to an excess of
childhood proportions.

"Ahh! Yes," Fritz nods to his fellow Nazis, the women toying with Wonder
Woman's golden lasso of truth; the women each taking a turn at doing just
that, in confession after confession of things never before told of. "This
then would be the best way to extract information from Fraulein Wonder Woman."
Fritz admitting that he forgot of this special rope's legendary powers. "But
,,,,not nearly as good as Nazi methods of extracting information from the
.stubborn." He rattles on as he glances back towards the hallway that leads to
the dungeon stairs. "To obtain information by this! lasso would be a victory
for the allies in methods of communications." Fritz enforces to arouse the
approval of all, to include the women. "No!" He goes on, "Nazi power must
prevail here, over Fraulein Wonder Woman,,,,,,,,,,,,,that may be relying on us
using this thing upon her for the information we want." he concludes and
deduces that Wonder Woman's powerful nonchalance is due to the fact that
torture is not necessary in her very special case of information extracting.

More engulfed now with chilling goosebumps, than is the naked Wonder Woman
that dangles in cold steel chains in the castle's deeply sunken dungeon; are
the members of the Holtzen Castle's celebrating party; the Fuhrer has arrived
in a motorcade enforced by SS guards galore; the machine gun carrying guards
the first at the castle's elaborate entrance hall.

In a concert harmony of Heil , Heil to an echo through out the stone walled
castle's immense ground floor, the Fuhrer is greeted ceremoniously by all
present, to include the servants; only Field Marshall Holtzen himself ever
setting eyes upon the great Fuhrer; from a front row in a standing hall full
of the Fuhrer's words, in speech, of Nazi power forever; to the religious
realms, their Christ has come unto them.

In the dreary cellar dungeon, the ears of the famous Wonder Woman of America
get a dose of this celebration's Nazi power; the chill of goosebumps now
engulfing the naked body of the scrumptiously proportioned Wonder Woman; her
gorgeous globes of grandeur in sky blue brilliance reevaluating each and every
heavy chain link of her Nazi steel bondage and captivity. "mmmMMMHHHH!!!!" She
stresses out but physically her unpowered female muscles are useless against
the overpowering Nazi steel limb lockups. Up there, she knows is her secret
power sources, now though probably in the evil hands of Adolf 'Schicklgruber'
Hitler; her powerlessness naked and nauseous.

To present the Fuhrer with the feared, but not admitted, belongings of the
infamous American Wonder Woman, is a great honor in itself for Field Marshall
Holtzen; now personally face to face being congratulated by the Fuhrer;
powered up from his previous distant first row position amongst the thousands
of 'also there' insignificances. The Fuhrer looking over the star spangled and
gold extravaganza of mysticness; the Fuhrer hesitant to take into his hands
any of these Christmas tree type brilliances laid out for his eyes to behold.

As the Field Marshall, Fritz Holtzen, of whom the Fuhrer has just learned of
by name, stands proudly alongside the fabulous display of Wonder Woman's
entire belongings; the Fuhrer adds to his most always stern face, a smile;
"She wears her birthday suit, Mein Fuhrer!" Fritz announces to satisfy the
Fuhrer that the American icon bitch is not worthy of being dressed in anything
crafted by her German superiors. Fear however in Fritz's eyes he hides from
the Fuhrer's field of vision; the Fuhrer more interested in the golden lasso
than he seems to be in the feminum bullet deflecting bracelets, also of golden
glisten. Fritz eyeing slyly his hunting trophies that are massed upon the bare
stone walls constructed in medieval times. These moose head; dear head; and
jungle cat head plaques that run through out the castle are symbols of his
hunting prowess; Fritz fearing, just now, that if the Fuhrer decides to play
with that! magic lasso; Fritz's head might too be a plaque upon these stone
walls that belong to a predecessor.

The Fuhrer's becoming more and more interested in this magical way of
extracting truths; as he keeps this magic lasso everpresently in his right
fist, as if trying to choke truth out of who ever the Fuhrer is seeing in his
mind's eye.

Wonder Woman's mini outfit indeed is gorgeously bright and sparkling to all
beholding it's great beauty; Fritz praying for the Fuhrer to think of weapons
that will deflect allied bullets and heavy shells; those! magic bracelets of
power showing, not the lasso of hidden words. "The stuffing for that costume,
Mein Fuhrer; awaits you,,,,in the dungeon below;;;;chained up securely, so not
to worry about your well being; she's not! as beastly as her feats would
indicate." Fritz promotes to lure the Fuhrer into the flesh display he has
chained up in the cellar dungeon not too far away.

"No one is to remove any of these,,,things" The Fuhrer orders now as he
replaces the lasso upon the victory display pedestal type table; instantly
surrounded by four SS machine-gunmen.

Beefed up with pride, Fritz leads the way for the entourage of 10 remaining SS
men and the Fuhrer hisself in stride side by side with the Field Marshall in
his moment of glory; this moment to him ever greater than the moment
celebrated after capturing America's Wonder Woman.

On this, the Fuhrer's fist visit to the extravagant Holtzen Castle, he admires
the old German construction of this House of the Wealthy ; the non military
Field Marshall a general for his great contributions to the Nazi movement of
years ago. "The Berghof in trade Fritz, for your place here." The Fuhrer,
jokes as the entourage nears the chamberful of America's Wonder? Woman?.

The Fuhrer's tone of voice, fortunately for Fritz, is of jesting enforcement;
the Fuhrer, if he chose could have both properties.

The SS men open the door to the chamber; now illuminated electrically to
enhance though the bygone medieval days of torchlight exclusively; two daring
eyes of exotic blue brilliance add to this fire colored glow that turns the
eyes of Wonder Woman to a greenness of mixing color; the chamber's modern day
lighting not in use now as it was before; let the Fuhrer feast his eyes upon
the great German heritage of old, this dungeon filled with a foe of the Hun.

With all the star spangled colorfulness in the Wonder Woman costume, upstairs,
the cellar dungeon glows only of a woman over-killed with Nazi German
chainery. Unlike any prisoner of old Hun kingdoms, and unlike any prisoner of
the 3rd Reich's Germany, this rare beauty's stunningness is awesome; the
Fuhrer as impressed with this American Wonder Woman's nakedness as he was with
Benz and Auto Union victories throughout prewar Europe's grand prix circuits.
Wonder Woman's superness as a woman is indeed unparalleled, possibly
throughout the entire world, soon to be united under the Nazi flag.

"Fritz! Fritz !! Fritz !!!" The Fuhrer explodes somewhat, but not to a
threatening level of endangerment to such a financial source as Herr Holtzen's
long existing wealth that dates back to the days of Hun conquerings; the
Fuhrer elaborating on his slight outburst of shock; "We are creating the
'super race' , Fritz, not trying to destroy what may be it's soundest
beginning..yah." The Fuhrer snaps to a conclusion.

END CHAPTER 2

BANDIT