As she began crumpling to the ground again, the Arab kicked her hard to the side of her lovely head and the stunningly beautiful Amazon almost blacked out, as her inert body bounced off of the hard, dusty, filth strewn ground.
The gang of rapists swarmed on her like a pack of wild dogs. As she thrashed around frenziedly under the pile of punching, groping boys, for the first time her confidence began to waiver.
Four of the teens then grabbed hold of her arms and legs, and pinned her down, while a fifth gang member knelt at her head, wrapped his hands around her neck, then sat on her face to keep her from moving her head.
Only the leader was standing guard, thereby freeing the three remaining rapists to try and punch her out.
As one of the punks drove his fist into her crotch, the blow echoing a resounding “splat” from a bony fist mashing soft pussy lips against the pubic mound bone, she gasped in pain, wondering why it was taking so long for the police to respond to her alarm signal.
Based on what the task force leader had told her, the patrol cars should have already been here long ago, she thought, as one of the creeps stomped the heel of his boot into her stomach, leaving her choking for air.
As she listened, hopefully, for the sounds of sirens, a punch blasted into her right breast, the hard blow bringing a grunt of pain from her pursed lips.
As they continued to punch her, she could feel that the physical exertions she had made, and the many blows she had received from her antagonists, were now draining her reserves of energy.
She was fatigued, and her well-toned body was covered with the boy’s sweat and saliva, and alley dirt.
Then she felt teeth sink into one of her nipples, through her bustier, while another punk drove his fist into her belly, leaving her gasping for air, again.
As they stomped her tits, torso, stomach and thighs with their boots, she felt the crotch of her tights being pulled aside, quickly followed by fingers being pushed into her vagina, while other fingers went back up her anal passage.
From past experience, she knew that she had reached a point where she was very vulnerable to defeat.
She was a match for the strength of all of them but, in spite of their idiot level IQ’s, they were cunningly well organized and, as a result, had her in very serious trouble.
The thought of being defeated by this group of nasty, rotten, depraved teenage delinquents was more than she could bear.
There was no doubt in her mind about what fate awaited her if they succeeded in totally defeating her.
She was not going to fare any better than their previous fifty victims, and would probably be subjected to even worse abuse and humiliation.
Therefore, she had no choice but to forget about being rescued by the police and make another attempt to extract herself from the predicament she was in.
The Amazon Princess knew, from hard experience, that each time she exposed herself, by tossing the bodies off of her, she had been clubbed into submission before she could do anything.
On instructions from the leader, they changed tactics and turned her arms and legs loose, then made another a pile of punching, biting, kicking and groping bodies and continued working her body over, brutally.
While being mercilessly battered, she spied Cowboy’s boots. She decided to throw off the bodies, again, and go for him, first, and disable him so that she could escape being surrounded when she cleared the pile.
Reinvigorated by fear of failure, with a tremendous push, she flung their bodies aside and rolled towards the boots, knocking Cowboy over in the process.
She then leapt to her feet and frantically started to move away from the scrambling boys, to get some fighting room, but Cowboy was quick enough to grasp one of her ankles causing her to stumble.
By the time she had regained her balance, she was hit in the back of the thighs by a flying tackle that drove her face first into the grimy alley dirt, where she quickly received two smashing kicks to the side of her head, sending her hair flying.
The boys watched the dizzy and weakening Amazon get up again, then quickly rocked her with a barrage of hard, strategically placed punches, their loud splats resounding through the empty alley.
These thunderous body blows caused the incredibly beautiful super heroine to fall again, groggy from the non-stop barrage of fists and boots, gasping for breath, with spittle dripping from her parted lips.
This time the boys lifted her to her feet by her mane of thick black hair, held her in place and started punching her into total submission.
They had previously found that the broad, golden metal belt she was wearing around her waist got in the way of their punches.
One of them made a move to solve this problem and, with a dazed panic, Diana felt her power belt being unbuckled and taken off of her waist, and then heard the sound of it being tossed aside.
The perpetrator who had removed her magic belt, had no idea that his action had spelled the final defeat of the amazingly statuesque, Amazon princess.
With dismay the de-powered super heroine heard her power belt, her last and only hope, clatter away as it hit the ground, slid across the hard dirt in the alley, and then banged against the wall of a building.
With that obstacle out of the way, the filthy, vicious gang of creeps returned to their flesh beating task, with zeal, surrounding Wonder Woman as, three at a time, they took turns blasting their hard, balled hands into her thighs, ass, stomach, kidneys, back, crotch and breasts.
The quietness of the alley reverberated with the sound of fists hitting firmly curved Amazon flesh, as the gang worked hard to finish her off.
During this final phase, the leader warned her assailants not to punch her in the face, because he wanted to keep it relatively undamaged, knowing that raping her would be much more satisfying if her face was at its lovely best.
After a seemingly endless period of non-stop, flesh pounding punching, the gang of rapists stepped back and let the stunning and stunned Amazon sag to her knees.
Now helpless to stop her complete subjugation, Wonder Woman began to plead with them to stop, that she had had enough, in spite of knowing what they were going to do to her.
“Well, how about that boys. Deputy Slut, here, is finally seeing things our way. Looks like Wonder Punching Bag has given up on the idea of arresting us.”
The smirking leader strutted over in front of her, reached down and grasped her by the chin, then said, “Well, hot stuff, so you want us to stop beating on you, do you?” She nodded her head, “Yes.”
“Well, we would normally be willing to do that, so that we could start fucking you. But, in your case, you have insulted us and we promised you that we would make you pay for those insults.”
“So, for your having been so insolent, the boys are going to have to give you a little payback, by kicking your ass one last time, Big Tits,” as he laughed and leaned down and spit in her face.
With spittle running down her nose, the leader and his second in command lifted her to her feet by her luxurious mane of thick black hair.
“Spread your feet shoulder width, Cunt,” she was instructed. She wearily spread her feet and waited to receive the first blow, as she watched the boy’s line up for their payback shot at her battered, but beautiful body.
The vindictive leader waived the ugly, dark, little Arab forward. He stepped behind her and delivered a crunching blow to the kidneys that brought a loud grunt from her.
“Hey good job Akmed, that’s showing the uppity, round-heeled tramp who’s boss,” said the leader.
Wong then stepped in front of her waiting, dirt and sweat covered curves, and gave her a vicious karate chop to her left breast, that wicked blow momentarily flattening the enormous globe, as it brought a loud moan from Wonder Woman’s swollen lips, in response to the intense flash of pain.
The pimply faced white kid then buried his fist into her lovely, rounded stomach, knocking the breath out of her, and doubling her over at the waist.
While the helpless super heroine was in that position the young Jew gave her a nasty punch to her aching, fully exposed crotch, catching her right between her pussy and her anus, severely abusing both.
That jarring punch straightened the Amazon’s bruised body right back up and had popped her eyes wide open as she let out another gasp of pain.
Drool running down her chin in response to the blows she had received, she thought to herself that she was certainly going to have to be more circumspect in the future about what she said to her adversaries, as she watched the Mexican, Pancho, grin at her as he smashed her hard in the right breast and enjoyed watching her face grimace in pain.
His brother Pedro, then ripped his fist into her battered stomach again, bending her forward with a loud expulsion of breath, allowing Cowboy, who was standing behind the super heroine punching bag, give the statuesque, raven haired beauty a vicious knee lift to his favorite spot, her crotch,
The bony knee brought a sharp gasp from the super heroine’s full lipped mouth, as she felt her other set of very puffy lips disappear up into her fully stretched channel, again.
As she hung there by her hair, pain coursing through her body, she thought how amazing it was that these small, mid-teen delinquents could hit so hard, as she steadied herself to receive the next blow.
The ruthless and brutal leader and his second in command then teamed up. They turned loose of Wonder Woman’s hair and, as she was falling, they simultaneously gave her brutal kidney punches, and everyone laughed riotously as they watched the famous super heroine, the world’s mightiest woman, fly forward burying her face in the alley dirt, the force of the twin blows causing her body to skid across the ground and then smash her head against a brick wall, with a loud thud.
Wonder Woman almost passed out this time, and lay there in a fog of pain, with spittle flowing out of the corners of her mouth.
“Alright boys, now lets’ take this super bimbo into the fuck room and get the fun started,” the leader ordered.
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