Fight... a losing battle

Deep inside Gal knew there was no point on begging. Damien had made it clear enough, he wasn't going to give her the choice to surrender. Bargaining wasn't an option. The only way she was going to be saved from that madness was if she saved herself, and she was ready to go for it.
Gal relaxed her muscles, getting ready to act fast and swiftly. She tried to remember her instruction, even if it had been kind of basic, and all the training she had been receiving for her rol as Wonder Woman. Obviously the fights in the movies were far from realistic, but the training had been legit from the begining.
She formulated a plan. The shoes were going to be a problem, but she was going to roll forward, evading the automated weapon and reducing the distance between that man and herself at the same time. The she was going to leap forward and kick him in the face. A jumping kick is a bad idea in the real word, but Gal knew she had long legs, and the man didn't seem to be trained in fighting, so a direct impact would take him down, and from then she only had to immobilize him.
Gal took a deep breath and made up her mind. "Now!" she thought.

PHT

Gal felt a sting on her neck before she could move. Her slim and gracious fingers reached for her neck and took a now empty dart. Her dark brown eyes widened in understanding and she gasped, letting the dart slip from her hand and fall to the ground. She looked at Damien, who was grinning. He had done it! It wasn't fair, he hadn't gave her the time to react or to even move.
"No..."
Gal fell her arms going numb and, as much as she was trying to move her legs, they didn't react either.

Damien stared at the horrorized celebrity in front of him. He had to admit she was gorgeous. A beautiful face, athletic body with feminine curves, tall, silky hair. She had everything, and she was all for himself. He walked to her, knowing she wasn't going to move much anymore. At that point she may had some control over her mouth and eyes, but little more. So when he extended both arms and gropped her tits through the fabric of her dress, she grunted in disconform but that was all. No resistance, no figthing, no struggles. Not to mention her tits felt great. After a minute or so playing with her breasts, he used the pen like device to reposition Gal's muscles, repositioning her so she was down on all fours.

"Oh god, oh god... this is real!"
Gal felt his disgusting hands on her sensitive breasts, and was **** to just stand there and take the unwanted attention of the mad man. That was bad enough, but soon she was down on all fours. Gal wasn't able to move a single muscle, but her skin and flesh were as sesntive as ever, so she felt her dress being pulled up and then her thong being ripped off. She knew she was going to be **** and wanted to scream, but she wasn't able to do that anymore. Then she felt the tip of his cock, but not in her pussy. He was going to fuck her ass instead. The shaft was slowly rammed inside her virgin hole and it was attrociously painful. Her muscles were not resisting, but she could not relax them either, so she felt every inch of the penetration until Damien was balls deep inside her.

"Yes! you are really tight here!" said Damien before pulling half way out and then driving it inside again. She was so tight it was painful even for him, so he ended up using his device to relax the muscles a little. It was still almost too tight, but after a few tries he was finally able to pump in and out of that glorious hole, rocking her whole body, making her breasts bounce under the dress. Fucking such a wonderful woman in the ass brought him to his climax soon enough, and he simply ejaculated inside her anus, filling her insides until he pulled out his cock. Then his sperm dripped down her buttocks, sliding down to her thighs.

Gal felt everything, and there was no relief once the man was done sodomizing her, because she knew there was no hope.
After a few hours in that position, other men came and moved her next to Elizabeth. Gal was positioned in a confident and elegant stance, forcing a smile on her face. Hours became days, days weeks, weeks months... She didn't really knew. Her body was regulary cleaned, but then she was also regulary **** again and again. And the worst thing was, in time she craved to be ****, because at least she could feel something when it happened. The rest of the time felt like an eternity of nothing...