Wonder Woman

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Wonder Woman: The Rules of the Game




Wonder Woman stopped pulling at her chains when she heard the door
to her cell open, and feigned sleep. She lay on an iron framed
cot, chains running from one wrist around the frame, then back to
the other wrist. A similar set held her ankles to the foot of the
cot, keeping her stretched out and helpless.

Normally her amazon strength could have easily torn the chains to
shreds, and crumpled the iron cot frame like a soda can.
Unfortunately, the chains joining her wrists deprived her of her
super-human strength. The leg-irons weren't needed at all, but
her captors didn't know that. She had been inside a burning
building. She had heard people inside and had gone to rescue
them. She had searched as long as she could, but blacked out
before she found anyone. Had she succumbed to smoke? She didn¹t
know. Whether the building had been a trap, or if some arsonist
had taken advantage of the moment, it was all the same. She was a
prisoner. She hadn't seen anyone since she woke up.

Wonder Woman watched through slitted eyes as a tall, gangly man
crept quietly into the room. He stood in the doorway, silent and
unmoving, staring at her as she lay in apparent unconsciousness.
After several minutes, he left, closing the door behind him.

Wonder Woman was about to begin exploring her escape options again
when she heard him returning. Again she faked sleep.

It was the same man, and this time the heroine got a better look,
as he approached much closer, actually kneeling next to her. The
man appeared to be about thirty, and a very skinny 6 feet tall.
His bony face was heavily lined, with pock-marked skin, and a
sweaty complexion. He was, she decided, one of the ugliest men
she had seen in a while.

Wonder Woman watched as her jailer slowly raised a hand towards
her face, as if to stifle a scream. That meant that, if she did
scream, someone might hear her. Useful to know. Not all
criminals had super-secret hideouts, or secluded fortresses.

She saw the tape at the last moment, and tried to turn her head,
but his hand clamped down sharply, sealing her lips with a wide
piece of adhesive tape.

"So, you are awake.", he said with a grin. "I though I heard
you moving. Well, you can lay there a while longer. I have to get
some things ready." He left the room as quietly as he had
entered.

The Amazing Amazon twisted her head to get a better look at her
bonds. If she could pull herself up about six inches, she could
pull a hairpin from her mane of blue-black curls, and slip the
cuffs in under a minute. She had had enough practice. She
strained her muscles, trying to get enough slack in the chains,
but it was no use. She just couldn't reach it. She relaxed, and
began to think of another way out.

Her attention was drawn back to the door as her jailer returned,
and began setting up several tripods. One held a video-camera,
which he carefully trained on her. The second held an expensive
still-photo rig, which he also focused on her reclining form.
Finally, he picked up a black leather bag, like an old doctor's
bag, and approached the helpless heroine.

Wonder Woman watched as the man moved to the narrow gap between
her cot and the wall, careful not to block the view of the
cameras. "This is a little game I like to play, when I can.", he
explained. Reaching into the bag, he drew out a long, stiff
feather. "Of course, I've never had a playmate like you before,
but I think I can still win. The rules of the game are simple. I
tickle you. Any time you want me to stop, you just nod your head.
When you do that, you get a full minute to catch your breath, and
I get to take away one piece of your clothing."

Wonder Woman stared at him in shock. This man was crazy. Surely
he knew how tough an Amazon's skin was? She had come through a
burning, collapsing building without a scratch. Did he think that
she was ticklish? Confidant that she could withstand anything
this pathetic weasel could do with the feather, she smiled under
the tape.

Watching her reaction, her captor smiled back. "I'm glad to see
you like the idea. Lets begin." Flipping the remote control for
the video camera, the madman began his game. Starting around her
neck, he watched her reactions as he explored her body with the
feather. She hardly flinched, even as he explored her cleavage
with the tip of his weapon. Switching to her muscular legs, he
lightly dragged the edge of the feather up and down her thighs,
and behind her knees. Still no reaction. With a sour look on his
face, he ran the feather up her side, just above her bustier.

Wonder Woman jumped as the feather crossed under her arm.
Surprised at her own reaction, she realized that this was a part
of her that was seldom exposed. Her tormentor hadn't missed her
reaction either. With an evil smile, he began to trace the
feather in circles, first under one arm, then the other. She
tried to stifle the giggles this evoked, but couldn't. As the
feather-wielding fiend worked, he discovered her most sensitive
spots, drawing chuckles from her that soon turned into pure
laughter.

As she watched, tears pouring from her eyes, she saw the man bring
up another feather with his free hand, and launch an attack on two
fronts. Her lungs emptied as she convulsed into spasms of gut-
wrenching laughter. After almost a minute of continuous tickle-
torture, her vision began to close down, her oxygen starved body
unable to take a breath. She thrashed around, trying to escape
the dancing tips, but had no place to go. Suddenly, the torment
stopped.

Had she nodded her head? She hadn't intended to, but in her
thrashing around she had, indeed, bounced her head off the bed
several times. She watched with dread as he ran his hands over
her body, almost but not quite touching, as if there were a force
field around her.

"You lasted longer than most." her breathy torturer said. "What
should we take off first. Your top?" Seeing the vigorous shake
of her head, he continued. "Your tights?" Again vigorous denial.
"Ok, I guess it will have to be one of your boots. Too bad. For
you."

The man pulled the red boot off her left foot, then simply sat
back and waited.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was puffing air into and out of her lungs
as fast as she could, filling her bloodstream with as much oxygen
as she could. She also pulled on her bonds, hard enough to cause
pain. She hoped that the chains on her wrists would give enough
discomfort to take something away from the torment that was
heading her way.

One minute after he had stopped, to the second, he began the dance
of the feathers again. Wonder Woman continued to hyperventilate
as long as she could, and started to hope that this time she could
defeat this insane game.

Hope vanished in an unexpected peal of laughter that burst from
her as the second feather came into play on her exposed foot. The
mad nature of the game became devilishly clear, as she realized
that every time she lost a round, her tormentor gained access to
even more of her body, and more targets for his feathers.
Although she tried to suppress the thought, she was aware of a
dampness between her thighs, and knew that her nipples were
growing harder by the moment. The thought of being slowly
stripped, on camera, followed by feather-torture of her private
areas was a perverse turn-on. Still, she was determined to
resist.

She held out nearly two minutes this time before, breathless with
glee, she had to yield to him. Again, he stopped, as the "rules"
required, and asked what she wanted to lose. This was almost as
bad as the torment itself. She had to choose whether to let this
man expose her to the camera's unblinking eye, or give him another
foot to tickle. In the end, modesty won out. He slipped her
other boot off, leaving her bare feet fully available.

Again, the game began. This time, she tried to direct her
thoughts to other things, to leave her body behind. As the
torment began anew, she tried to imagine herself back on Paradise
Island. She tried to bring back the memory of running, barefoot,
over the green fields. The grass had tickled ... No, the feathers
were tickling, dragging her back to the here and now. Working on
one foot, then the other, her torment was even worse than before,
since her delicate soles couldn't get used to the tender torture.
Again, the feathers worried away at her resolve, and her body
yielded to their merciless demand. With tears in her eyes, and her
face twisted in determination, the force of the laughter
overflowed, and she lost control in gales of mirth. She tried to
pace her breathing, and managed to get a few breaths in, but
hardly enough. She felt her face flush hot and red, and her sides
felt like they would split. Almost involuntarily, she began to
thrash around.

This time she knew it when she lost. She nodded her head
violently, desperate for air, and for an end to the spasming ache
in her sides.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?", asked the fiend with the
feathers. "And now we get to the fun part. What do I get to
tickle next time. Those beautiful tits, or something more
delicate?"

Wonder Woman started as she felt the man's slip caressingly up her
thigh, pressing towards her divine fulcrum. She slammed her knees
together, trying desperately to keep him out of her most private
space. In spite of her efforts, she felt his fingers insinuate
themselves between her pussy lips and begin a slow, maddening rub
directly on her clit.

"What will it be this time?", the man persisted, stroking his hand
deeper into the cleft between her legs. "Do you lose your pretty
blue panties?" Seeing her reaction, he laughed, and continued,
"Your top then? Nod your head. You decide or I will. That¹s the
rules around here."

Slowly Wonder Woman nodded her head, dreading what was to come.
She wanted to die as the man slowly slid the zipper on her tight,
satin bustier down, exposing her naked breasts to his gaze, and
the gaze of the cameras that clicked and whirred, recording her
humiliation. Unbound, her breasts sprang out with a force that
made them jiggle for several seconds. Laying on her back, as she
was, gravity didn't pull them down at all, but pooled them like
bowls of jello on her chest.

The man began his game again, right on time. He experimented with
the amazon's soft belly, working his way up to her mountainous
tits, seeking a new vulnerability.

Chapter 2

Wonder Woman had to form a plan. She realized that her tormentor,
like many other men, was captivated by her tits. She couldn't see
past the huge hemispheres, but she knew that he was working his
way up her firm midsection, heading for the lower slopes of those
mountains. She knew, from experience, that she wasn't ticklish
there, the skin having been desensitized over time from having to
support the great globes. But he didn't know that. Maybe...

The mad tickler smiled in delight at his playmate's reaction to
the tit-tickle. She twisted and twitched, trying to avoid the
fleeting feather, but no retreat was possible. And each spasm of
laughter his delicate touch provoked sent the twin tits bouncing
and jiggling so energetically, he was practically wetting himself
with joy. Not only was he having the time of his life, but those
bouncy mounds were going to look so hot on the film, that he knew
this one was one-of-a-kind.

Wonder Woman's plan had worked, but there was a problem. The
feather-rub was not making her laugh, but the attentions were
causing another reaction. She felt her nipples grow even harder,
and knew that there was a fire beginning to smoulder inside her.
But, she reasoned, better horney than naked and horney.

"I can hardly wait.", murmured the the tickle torturer, again
sliding a hand into the bound amazon's crotch. "When you lose
this round, I get to tickle you down here. You'll lose your mind
when I do that. They always do." Slowly, the evil man pulled a
fold in her satin seat-cover, tugging it tight between her legs
and inside her cunt so it dragged and slid over her already hot
clit. Now, each movement she made added friction to the heat,
weakening her will even more.

Wonder Woman again jumped at the contact, trying to twist away
from his invading touch. She couldn't let him tickle her there.
She'd die. She screamed under the tape, trying desperately to
loosen it, to get help. She was afraid, afraid that if he did
that she would lose control. That her needs, so long suppressed,
would enslave her to this horrid man's touch.

The tickling stopped. The man was smiling at her, but she knew
she hadn't nodded her head. What was going on? What was this
madman going to do?

"You almost fooled me on that one. I thought you might be
faking it, and as soon as I touched you, you stopped laughing.
Time to start over. And this time, it's for keeps."

The mad dance of the feathers began anew, and the imprisoned
amazon kicked up her heels to the pace of the game. Faster and
faster the feathers flashed over her exposed soles, while she
screamed in laughter under her gag. Even so, she was determined
that she would pass out before she would let him strip her,
violate her last refuge. After a century that must have lasted at
least ten minutes, she got her wish. Blackness claimed her.

* * * *

Wakefulness came abruptly. Wonder Woman found herself hanging
upright, suspended by the chains that bound her wrists. She was
barefoot, and her stomach muscles hurt from the tickle torture she
had endured, but she seemed otherwise unharmed. Her gag had been
removed, her top had been replaced, and the iron cot was gone, but
the cameras still watched her every move. She jumped when she
heard a voice come from behind her.

"So, the beautiful dreamer awakens, eh?", soothed the deep
voice. Walking into view came a dark haired man. He was, not
small, but compact. His build suggested that he worked out, or
was at least a weekend athlete. He was dressed in jeans, and a
black pullover sweater that made his dark, latin eyes look even
darker.

Wonder Woman gazed at this new man, trying to remember if she had
ever seen him before. Again, she drew a blank. Rather than
guessing, she decided to ask. "What is going on here? Why am I
locked up like this?"

"Patience, please. My name is Carlos, and I am sorry about your
predicament, but I honestly don't know what I can do about it."
Seeing the obvious disbelief in her eyes, he continued, "Let me
explain. My friends and I, we make movies. Movies for an
audience with, shall we say, exotic tastes. We were in the
process of setting up a new studio in the basement of an abandoned
building, but the wiring must have been old. The load from the
lights was too much, and a fire started. We were busy evacuating
when you dropped in. Literally. The ceiling above us caved in,
dumping you into the basement, with us. You were unconscious. i
think the floor above had collapsed, and landed on you. In any
case, we couldn't just leave you there. You would have died. So,
we took you with us.

"You rescued me?", Wonder Woman asked in surprise. "Then why all
this? It's not like I was going to arrest you for saving my
life."

"Well, you see, my friend Tony is a little strange. I think
you've met him. The man with the feathers? Yes, well, before I
realized what he was doing, he had begun his game with you. And,
for what he did in that game, you would arrest us. You see, you
are not the first 'reluctant' actress we have used. In fact, most
of our 'stars' are reluctant amateurs. And for that, also, you
would arrest us. And there lies my problem. Most of my stars are
so shocked by what has happened to them that they don't tell
anyone, and the others can't find us to have us arrested. Neither
of those things is true of you."

"Let me go. Unless you plan to kill me, you are only making
things worse on yourself.", the chained amazon declared, trying to
take command of the situation. Perhaps she could win release by
sheer force of personality. This wouldn't be the first man she
had taken charge of this way.

"Will you give me your word that you will leave us in peace, and
not tell anyone about us, ever?"

This stumped the heroine. Her word was her bond. If she
promised, then not only her own kidnap and torment would go
unavenged, but so would the abuse of Hero knew how many others.
"I can forgive and forget what you two've done to me. But if you
have kidnapped and raped other women, innocent people, I don't
have a choice. I can't turn my back on them."

Her jailer nodded his head in understanding, but said nothing
more. He walked around behind the bound heroine, out of sight for
a moment. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair, yanking her
head back sharply. Before she could respond to this unexpected
assault, a strong hand pressed a ball gag into her gaping mouth.
The straps were pulled tight, and the startled heroine was
silenced. She realized that the red light on the camera was on.

Her captor stepped in front of her again. He was carrying a cat-
o-nine tails in one hand, and a remote control in the other. As
he pressed a button on the remote, Wonder Woman heard machinery
start up, and felt chains tighten, drawing her feet apart. She
struggled, trying once again to pull herself up enough to get a
hairpin, but the tension on the ankle chains came into play too
quickly, and in seconds she was stretched tight in a standing
eagle pose.

"I tried to reason with you.", declared Carlos, swinging the wip
meaningfully. "You could have walked away. But you refused my
offer. Now you will be taught your place, woman. You will learn
that you may never refuse a man anything, offer or demand, that he
asks. In the game of life, those are the rules."

Wonder Woman twisted in frantic haste as the man reached slowly
behind her, and began to slowly unzip her bustier. She felt her
top grow loose, and begin to slip down her body. A few inches,
and the bustier no longer covered her nipples. She writhed in
shame and desperation as he drew out her humiliation for the
camera, with her unable to even turn away. It took almost a
minute for her tormenter to finish undoing her top, letting it
finally fall to the floor. She braced herself, expecting him to
strip her completely. He didn't.

Instead, he held out his hand, displaying two items. One was
silver in color, like a large alligator clip, with long, sharp
teeth. The other was a small, black plastic clothes pin that had
had sticks attached to the jaws, extending until they touched
about an inch beyond the original jaws. Speaking clearly, for
both her and the camera, he cupped one massive breast in his other
hand, and joked, "My, what big tits you have, grandma. Have
you ever had anything clamped onto these before?"

Wonder Woman realized that the things in his hand were nipple
clamps, and that he was going to use them on her. She tried to
scream, shaking her head violently.

"I'll take that for a 'No'", he replied calmly. "You may choose
which set I will use on you. Shall it be the silver ones?"

Again, Wonder Woman thrashed her head in desperate denial.

"Then you want the black ones?", he persisted. Noting that she was
still screaming into her gag in terror, he slapped her sharply
across the face. "Woman, a man has offered you a choice. Accept
what you are offered, or I will choose for you. Now, if you say
no to the black clamps, you are choosing the silver ones. Do you
want the black clamps?"

Wonder Woman nodded her head slowly, anticiparion making her body
shake. She was surprised by the sensation as the clamps were
applied. They hardly hurt at all. Instead, they were a gentle,
teasing squeeze. The extended fingers weakened the grip of the
clothespins, so they were a gentle stimulation, a seductive
distraction. Her expression of surprise and relief must have
shown on her face, as her tormentor smiled at her reaction.

"You see? Things are much better when a woman does what the man
says. Now, your next test is the wip. I offer you a choice
here also. Do you want this to hurt?"

Wonder Woman had visions of this man wipping her defenseless
breasts, and shook her head no. To her embarrassment, the action
made her tits bounce, which caused the clamps to tingle her tender
nipples. She felt them growing hard, and watched in amazement as
the clamps slowly stood up in response.

Thwack! Her sensuous reverie was interrupted by the sharp stroke
of the wip across her taut buttocks. The thin fabric of her
stretch tights gave scant protection against this assault.
Thwack! Correction. No protection. The wip stung lightly as it
flicked across first one buttock, then the other. She had just
settled into the rhythm of the strokes when they changed. Thwack,
thwack, thwick! The last stroke had been aimed, not at her thinly
veiled backside, but up between her parted thighs, directly onto
her spread vagina. She rocked herself forward in shock as the
pattern was repeated. Thwack, thwack, thwick! Again the lash
struck home, delivering a light flicking sting to her pussy.

Thwack, thwack, thwick. Left buttock, right buttock, center
stroke. She almost jumped out her skin as the last one struck
home, dead center on her clit. She knew that she was getting
excited by this, but felt a new fear as she felt her tights grow
damp with her juices. She almost wished that she had chosen pain.
She knew that she could handle that.

Thwack, thwack, thwick. Another direct hit, her pussy lips
opening up beneath her skin-tight costume, exposing her love-
button to more of the assault. The strokes came faster now, and
she found herself almost panting as the wip drove her closer and
closer to an unwanted climax.

Just as she was about to scream, and faint, and cum, the torment
stopped. Carlos again stepped into her view, swinging the cat
lightly in his hand. "Do you want more of that?", he asked.

Summoning her willpower, she shook her head no, in spite of the
fact that she wanted to cum more than she ever had before.

You didn't enjoy that?", he asked with a smile.

Again, she shook her head no.

"You should not lie to a man when he asks you a question.", he
replied with a dark smile. Converting the light swing of the wip
into a stroke, he slapped the tips up between her splayed legs,
directly onto her hot pussy. "The rules of this game are simple.
If you really didn't enjoy that, then this shouldn't bother you.
If you were lying to me, then this will make you cum." Again, he
slapped her spread pussy with the wip. "If you can avoid cumming
for twenty strokes of the lash, I'll let you leave. Otherwise,
well, you will be punished."

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. After four blows, Wonder Woman
was ready to explode, trying to contain the orgasm building inside
her. Thwack! The wip drove her right to the edge, then stopped.

"Do you want to cum?", she was asked. Numbly, she nodded her
head, her desire doing her thinking for her.

Thwack, thwack, thwack..., the wip spun in a rapid circle,
slapping her love box silly as she came, and came, and came over
and over again. And again, blackness claimed her.

Chapter 3

When Wonder Woman awoke, she was alone in her cell. The chains
were gone, and her clothes were piled nearby. Quickly, she donned
her star-spangled outfit, slipped on her red boots, and was ready
to kick some butt! The door the cell was heavy, made of metal-
clad wood, and strong enough that it would take a battering ram to
take it down.

With a single kick of her red-booted foot, it was out of its
frame, and embedded in the wall across the hall. She strode
through the dust cloud the destruction had raised, certain that
she had the pornographer's attention.

Suddenly, she felt something slip over her head, and heard a sharp
order, "Hold it right there!". To her surprise, she had to obey.
She had been roped with her own golden lasso. A tall, busty woman
stepped up, reeling in the magic rope as she did so, keeping the
tension on. Diana saw that the woman was dressed in tight jeans,
a plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat and boots.

"Well, this thing really works.", she said, smiling at the effects
of the enchanted lasso. "Is it true that you have to do whatever
I say when you're tied with this?"

"Yes", Wonder Woman replied numbly. She would have liked to
deny it, but the golden rope controlled her, forcing her to answer
truthfully.

"Well, lets get you a hat to go with your boots and this nice
rope, and see how well you ride. Come on." Tugging on the rope,
she lead the helpless heroine away.

At the end of the hall was a large room. There were several
cameras set up on one side. The other side was set up like an old
western saloon, and Wonder Woman had a dark premonition of who was
going to be ridden, and who was going to mount her.

Again, she was surprised. Her captor was as good as her word.
She handed Wonder Woman a set of silver spurs, and a white Stetson
hat, and ordered her to put them on. While she was preparing, two
men wheeled out a large, plastic horse, a "bucking bronco" ride
like the ones found in country-western bars.

Wonder Woman had ridden horses on Paradise island, and in America
around World War II, and knew that she could handle anything this
electric replica could dish out. But, she also recognized that
she had been burned by her own overconfidence several times
recently, so she waited to see what was in store.

"Just hop right up there, Wondy!", came the command, and the
Amazing Amazon was forced to obey. With a single super-leap, she
sprang into the saddle, landing like the expert she was.

"Whew, looks like our old bronco might be overmatched. Maybe we
should retire him to stud service, huh?" The joke wasn't lost on
the camera crew, who laughed and grinned at the crude humor.
"Take these, and put them where they belong, ok WW?", came the
command.

Wonder Woman would have recoiled in shock at what she was handed,
if the lasso had allowed it. In her hands were two vibrating
dildoes, one slightly smaller than the other. "What do you want
me to do with these?" she asked with a feeling of impending doom.

"I want you to put the big one up your big hole, and the little
one up your little hole", came the jovial reply.

Choosing to misunderstand, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and
started to slip the larger vibrator inside. The crew laughed at
the sight of the famous beauty giving head to a sex-toy.

"That's not what I meant, Wondy", the cowgirl ordered, "though it
does look nice an nasty when you do that. So, now that you got it
lubricated, put it down between your legs, inside them stretchy
pants o' yours, and slip it all the way in. Then you put the
other one into that nice, soft ass o yours, and we'll see how you
ride."

Compelled to obey the humiliating order, Wonder Woman pressed the
quivering member into her love tunnel, gasping at it's size and
motion. The second one was smaller, but the opening was tighter
as well. It played her puckered rectum at the very edge of pain,
and protruded several inches. As she settled her weight onto the
saddle, the leather seat pressed both cocks into her, starting a
buzz down there that ran without batteries.

The cowgirl adjusted the stirrups so that Wonder Woman wouldn't
fall out of the saddle, but couldn't stand up out of it either,
then looped the golden lasso around her prisoner's feet, securing
her to the horse.

"Well, Wondy, it looks like we're ready. Here's the rules of the
game. I'm gonna run this horse for five minutes. Every time you
cum, I add five minutes. When you can ride it to the end, we let
you off."

"Hey Bobby Sue", called one of the camera men, "We only have
four hours of tape." This brought a wave of laughter from
everyone, except Wonder Woman.

"Well", continued Bobby Sue, good naturedly, "I'll get things
started. First, though, you get a head start. Get Horney!"

The force of the order coursed through the amazon's body and mind,
and suddenly the vibrators inside her were impossible to ignore.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips as passion washed through
her.

"Hornier!" came the order, and again, the amazon was forced to
obey.

Finally, with a "Ye Hah!", Bobby Sue turned on the mechanical
horse.

Normally Wonder Woman could have ridden any horse, real or not,
into the ground. Her amazon strength and endurance were more than
a match for any equine, be it flesh or steel. But this tested a
different type of endurance, and the commands she had received
weakened her resolve. As the horse bucked, it drove the vibrators
deep into Wonder Woman's body, alternating them front and back.
She struggled to move with the beast, to halt the assault on her
virtue and her sanity, but Bobby Sue kept changing the pace of the
tireless machine. After less than a minute, the Princess of
Paradise Island was at the edge of climax, fighting it every inch
of the way. Suddenly the horse changed pace again, bouncing her
straight up and down in the saddle, and driving both shafts home
at once. With an animal scream, Wonder Woman came, her back
arching as the twin pistons drove her love engine past its limit.

Even though she had succumbed, the horse continued on,
relentlessly, trying to bring her to extasy again. And
succeeding. She felt it well up in her even as the first orgasm
subsided. Clenching her teeth, she tried to keep this one quiet,
but failed. Again, the huge dildo was driven into her love tunnel
right to the hilt, and again she succumbed to the unaccustomed
assault. She came three times in rapid succession, each one
bringing a scream of passion from her lips. Just when she was
about to cum again, the horse stopped.

"Well, Wondy ma girl, you sure are a screamer. And hot? We
haven't been at this two minutes, and already you're twenty
minutes in the hole. So, I'm gonna give you a break for a moment.
And while we wait, tell me Wonder-bra, are those juggs real? I
bet they'll bounce real nice when the horse gets going. Take that
thing off."

The twin dildoes inside her made sure that she got no relief on
her 'break', but they weren't as bad when the horse was still.
Still, she was close to the edge, and they wouldn't let her rest.
Slowly, she took off her top, trying to turn herself away from the
jeering men, and their cameras.

"You sure took your time with that. But that's ok. Now play
with them things a bit. Work em good. Do it like you enjoy it."

The Amazing Amazon clutched at her own tits, mashing and
kneading them with both hands. Compelled by the power of her
golden bonds, she squeezed and twisted her nipples, trying to
pleasure herself. With the vibrators still working inside her,
she quickly brought herself to the edge of orgasm, and with an
animal scream, tumbled over it.

As she recovered from her latest bout with passion, she heard the
her tormentor say, ³Hold on, WW. I got just what you need, right
here.² Turning to Bobby Sue, Wonder Woman saw that the evil lady
had more in mind for her. She held two miniature lassos in her
hands, tied from light string. As Wonder Woman sat by helplessly,
the nooses were tied onto her stiff nipples, then secured behind
her neck, pulling the tips of her tits upwards.

Suddenly, a voice yelled, "Ride em, cowgirl!", and her mount leapt
into motion. She tried to hold on, but the powerful machine again
drove the quivering members deep into her pussy, and her tender
ass. And worse, now her own massive breasts were leaping unbound
in response to the movement of the horse. Every swoop and bounce
of the horse caused her tits to pull on the nipple-lines, tweaking
them constantly. Every rebound sent them almost into her face,
making it hard to keep her balance.

Wild horses couldn't have dragged her this low, but a mechanical
horse had, and would soon force her into an insane series of
orgasmic shocks that would render her all but mindless. She felt
it building, knew that it was coming, and she knew that the longer
she fought it, the worse it would be.

Chapter 4

Only one thing saved her: The men, standing around and laughing
at her predicament. Rage washed through the heroine, that she or
any woman should be used as a toy for men's amusement. Even
though her body was being ravished by the twin shafts impaling
her, and she was under orders to be horney, the anger washed over
the passion, dwarfing it. Bracing her legs against the
unbreakable magical rope that bound them, she squeezed her knees
together, like a wrestler doing a straight-leg scissors. Sparks
flew and smoke billowed as she crushed the steel and plastic horse
to mechanical junk. With a lurching screech of protesting
machinery, it ground to a halt. She hadn't ridden this horse into
the ground. She had killed it.

"You killed my horse!", screamed Bobby Sue in the suddenly silent
room. "You fucking whore, you killed my horse! You're going to
pay for that!" Grabbing the lasso that still bound the amazon,
she shouted an order, "Cum, you bitch! Cum! Again! Harder.
Harder! Again. Again"

Wonder Woman's superhuman body was rocked by the force of her
climax, as wave after wave of orgasmic energy swept through her.
Each orgasm tore away bits of her mind until her entire world had
narrowed down to the voice that shouted orders at her, and the
endless wave of sexual power that crashed through her, from the
two dildoes still embedded in her all the way up her spine. Dimly,
she heard someone telling the enraged woman to stop, and heard her
reply, "I'm gonna make this bitch cum til she dies of it."
Finally, the assault ended.

Gasping for breath, she looked to see what had stopped the
madness. It was Carlos, who had pulled the rope from Bobby Sue's
hands.

"You can rebuild the horse", he told her sternly. "She will pay
for what she has done, but not that way."

Turning to the exhausted amazon, he spoke very gently. "We have a
rule, around here. If you ruin a film, you have to make it up
somehow. Now, you owe my crew for their efforts. Get on your
hands and knees."

As Wonder Woman struggled to a kneeling position, under the
compulsion of the lasso, she saw the camera crews moving towards
her. Some of the were loosening their belts. "Great Hera", she
thought. "What are they going to do?"

Her fears were answered when Carlos peeled off her satin tights,
removing the double dongs they had held in place. Sternly, he
informed her, "You are going to make my entire crew happy. And,
as each of them cums, you will cum. And each time you climax, you
will climax harder, longer, and better than the time before. If
you pass out before you are through, we will start over."

Wonder Woman looked at the crew, at least a dozen horny men, in
despair.

She felt the first man enter her, doggy style. As he started to
pump his manhood into her slick sheath, she clenched her pussy
muscles, trying to bring him off quickly.

"Whooee, she's tight.", the man called in delight. "never had
one this good, virgin or not." Grabbing at her tits with both
hands, he rocked her back onto his shaft, grinding his rod deep
inside her.

Wonder Woman felt the man pick up his pace, and felt an orgasm
building inside her. Dreading it, but unable to stop it, she felt
the man stiffen and jerk, shooting his load inside her. His
passion was matched by her own, and her vagina clamped down on his
cock, milking it for all it had. And, even though she desperately
wanted him out of her, her reaction locked him in place, his cock
being no match for her inhuman strength. He stayed, locked in her
passionate prison until her own reaction subsided, before
withdrawing and staggering to his feet.

Almost at once, she felt a second man mount her, giving her no
chance to rest. This time she realized that, in bringing the man
off quickly, she had forced the same on her own body. She eased
up on this man, hoping to buy herself some recovery time.

Suddenly, she saw another cock being thrust into her face. Before
she could protest, her head had been pulled back, and the massive
member was forced into her mouth.

"Go on, suck it!", came the order, and once again the helpless
heroine was forced to obey. She began licking and sucking the
shaft, from its furry base to the salty tip, trying her best to
finish him off quickly. She reasoned that, the more men she could
satisfy with her mouth, the fewer rapes her tired pussy would have
to endure.

Suddenly, she felt her body go into a double orgasm as both men
came at once. She had forgotten that the men didn't have to cum
inside her pussy to make her climax. They just had to cum. She
tried to scream as the power ripped through her, her body in a
spasm of unimaginable depth, but the cock in her mouth effectively
corked her cries.

Slowly, she released her twin lovers, sagging in the aftershock of
her orgasm.

The next man was considerate enough to let her catch her breath.
She found that she needed it. He was huge, his glistening black
cock nearly a foot in length and as big around as a small lemon.
She felt her vaginal walls stretching as she received him. Inch
by inch, he worked himself inside her. If she had been tight for
the other man, she was all but impenetrable to this giant.
Slowly, he began to pump, sliding the huge shaft a few inches into
her, then backing it out a bit. Each stroke was a bit longer, and
she felt her body responding once again. The shaft working her
love tunnel invoked a terrible mixture of pleasure and pain with
each movement, a sensation she hated and loved at the same time.
Finally, after ten long, slow strokes, he suddenly slammed his
huge cock into her, all the way to the hilt. She screamed as the
sudden shock ripped through her, and she felt her orgasm building
like a tidal wave. By his third full stroke, she was ready to
climax. By his fifth, she was cumming, over and over again. She
realized in horror that this wasn't the power of the lasso forcing
her to match his climax. He wasn't close to climax. This was her
own tired, abused body satisfying itself on his massive shaft.

Finally, the two of them came together, the jerking of his cock
matched by a roaring of blood in her ears, as she fought off
unconsciousness. When he finally withdrew, she collapsed onto her
stomach, completely spent.

After several seconds she tried to get up again, the power of the
lasso compelling her. But this time she was held dow, and rolled
onto her back. A suitor straddled her midsection, slapping his
cock in between her breasts. Grabbing a massive gland in each
hand, he pressed them together, compleatly enveloping his member
in tit flesh, and began to pump. Even as she stared at the red
cock-head peeking in and out of her mounds, she felt her legs
being spread, and she was penetrated again.

With a crt of pure animal lust, she came again, even as the man
spewed streams of white cum onto her face. The force of her
orgasm made her vaginal muscled sontract, driving her other lover
over the edge as well, and she was cought in another double
orgasm.

As they dismounted, laughing at her, she tried to buy time by
rolling over, and resuming her kneeling position. Quickly,
another man knelt in front of her, and again she was forced to
swallow her pride and suck the man to climax. This time, however,
was worse. The man who mounted her from behind had grabbed her
plush ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and was trying to push
himself into her tightly puckered asshole. Desperately, she
clenched her rear entry tight, dreading the command that she knew
was coming, the order to let this man butt-fuck her.

But the order didn't come. The man in her mouth did, and so did
she, even harder than she had with the giant. When she was
finished, her would-be anal-assailant switched to the front,
saving her from that additional indignity.

Finally, after an endless stream of mind-numbing orgasms, her body
stiff and caked with slippery and dried sperm, the assault
stopped.

Looking around the room, she saw the survivors of her one-woman
orgy laying around, recovering slowly. With no orders currently
in effect, the incredible amazon slowly climbed to her feet, and
began looking for her clothes. Turning around, she saw Bobby Sue
holding her outfit in one hand, and the end of the lasso in the
other.

Before she could think to shed the rope, she heard the
order, "Cum, you bitch! It's my turn now. Cum, and keep on
cumming until you can't!"

The world vanished in a stream of orgasmic shocks that washed her
from where she was to heaven, hell, and oblivion.

Chapter 5


Every muscle in Wonder Woman's incredible body hurt. That was the
thought that accompanied wakefulness. She was laying down again.
It felt like the same cot she that this nightmare had started on.
She started to sit up.

"Hold it", came the voice to her foggy brain. "Just lay back and
relax. You've had a *very* rough day." She eased herself back
down, not entirely sure why. She knew the voice, and saw the face
that matched when her vision cleared. It was Carlos. He was
holding the lasso in one hand, the other end still wrapped around
her neck.

"Bobby Sue", he called. "Get her secured. It's not safe to leave
her unchained." Wonder Woman¹s wrists were drawn over her head,
and once again she was bound to the bed with links of steel.

Once she was chained down, and Bobby Sue had left, her jailer
spoke. "You know", he said, gesturing with the rope in his hand,
"If I had known the full power of this, we could have spared you
all of that. Tell me. If I order you to forget all about this
place, and everything that's happened here, would you forget. Even
after the rope is removed?"

"Yes", came the forced reply.

With an evil grin, he pulled the cord tight around the amazon's
neck. "I like that. In fact, I like it so much, I'm going to
keep it. We can use it on any girl, make her think that she
agreed to be in our little films. Hell, I could use it to get
some real actresses. Big names, you know. The kind that would
never come close to a business like ours. And I have you to
thank. I think I'll celebrate." Holding the cord between them,
so Wonder Woman could easily see it, he commanded her: "Get
horney. You will continue to grow hornier and hornier, no matter
what, until you have satisfied me completely. Your own body will
teach you. When a man makes you an offer, you say yes! I offer
you love. When you are ready for it, you must ask me nicely. You
must say 'Please fuck me master.'"

Again, Wonder Woman's body responded to the power of the golden
cord. She groaned as the feelings mounted in her. Still, her
will was undimmed. "I will never call you, or any man 'Master'.
Never of my own free will."

Carlos laughed, and pulled her bustier down and away, peeling it
off of her sweat drenched body. Bending over his helpless
prisoner, he began to tongue her cherry-hard nipples, sucking on
the massive glands

Wonder Woman tried to drive the lust that began in her vagina
away, but couldn't. The man's hands on her, his tongue flicking
her rigid pink nipples, were adding fuel to the fire, making her
torment even worse. She knew that she would lose this battle.
She knew that, in this situation, her superhuman body was not an
asset. Her mind had to be her weapon, and she had to use it,
while she still had a mind to use.

Wonder Woman's breathing came in gasping moans, and she arched her
back, thrusting her tits into the face of her captor, trying in
vain to get more stimulus. He laughed, and slid his hand down
between her thighs, stroking her pussy lips through the thin
fabric.

"Rub me", moaned the passionate prisoner. "Rub me harder. I need
to cum. Please, I want you between my legs. " Scissoring her
knees as far apart as her bonds would allow, she levered her hips
into the air, trying to increase the friction between her pussy
and his fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck you?", he asked eagerly?

"Yes!" she answered decisively.

If the day had been hard on Wonder Woman, it had been at least as
hard on Carlos. She had been forced to climax over twenty times,
but he had watched and participated, without any release of his
own. He was, if anything, even hornier than she was. Fumbling in
his jeans, he got the keys out and released the chains on her
ankles. With a single motion, he pulled her satin panties down to
her feet, and off. Instantly, the amazon spread her legs as wide
as she could, inviting him in.

Dropping his own pants, he practically dove into the valley of her
thighs, set to drive his own manhood home.

Suddenly, Wonder Woman raised her legs, wrapping them around his
waist, and pulling him in close. She felt his cock tickling the
crack of her ass, but she couldn't afford to care. Locking her
ankles together, she squoze. He struggled like an animal in a bear
trap as the force of the grip drove the wind from him. He tried
to order her to release him, but no sound emerged from his lips.

For a moment, she considered her torturer's fate, thinking of the
mechanical horse that had died in this same hold. She resisted
the temptation. "You made a mistake.", Wonder Woman explained to
her struggling prey, as she easily tore the manacles from her
wrists. "You had Bobby Sue chain me. I only lose my strength
when a man chains my wrists. If you hadn't told me to lay back
and relax, I would have taken you apart as soon as I got up.".
Quickly, Wonder Woman removed the golden lasso from her neck, and
wrapped it around the thrashing, breathless man she held.

Releasing the crushing grip of her legs, she ordered the man,
"Hold still. Now, you are going to learn a few lessons. First, you
are going to forget that you ever saw me naked, that you ever had
me as your prisoner. You will remember only that you tried to
capture me, and failed. And another thing. From this day forward,
whenever you hurt or humiliate anyone, you will feel the same pain
yourself. And when a woman gives you an order, you say Yes!"
Wonder Woman had been getting dressed as she spoke, dictating a
serious attitude adjustment for the sex-slaver. "Now, go to
sleep. When you awaken, you will have forgotten this
conversation, but you will obey these orders."

The handsome man swooned, forced to forgetful sleep by the power
of the rope. Quickly, Wonder Woman moved across the room to the
camera, removing and crushing the film she found within.

Once again, she was dressed to kill, and ready to kick butt. This
time, however, she moved cautiously. The last thing she needed
was overconfidence. Slowly, she moved from room to room. The
second room held three of the camera men.

"Hey", one of them called. "It's Wonder Bunns. Hey babe, wanna
fuck some more?"

To her own surprise, Wonder Woman said, "Yes." Carlos had
ordered her to say yes to any offer made to her by a man, and she
was still bound by that order. She watched in dread as the men
cleared off the table where they had been playing cards, waiting
for her to become their sex-toy once again.

But Wonder Woman just stood there, uncertain. She had been
ordered to say "Yes", but there the order ended. She didn't have
to actually accept the offer, she just had to say she would. As
soon as she realized this, she moved. Grabbing the table with both
hands, she swung it like a bat, sweeping all three men up in her
fury and slamming them into a wall. None of them moved. Quickly,
she set to work with the rope, learning where the films and photos
were kept, and forcing forgetfulness on them.

Quickly now, the Amazing Amazon moved through the maze of rooms
and hallways, going directly to the film lab. Four men were
there, waiting for copies of the prints. They never knew what hit
them. Normally Wonder Woman would have shown some restraint,
using only enough force to stop an opponent. This time, however,
she had to be quiet and quick. She needed to catch everyone,
before they could get away.

Once the men were subdued, she stuffed each tape, each roll of
film into a canvas sack, with the lab technician helping her
account for each cannister and reel. Then he, and the others,
learned forgetfulness.

Somewhere in the process, she heard a cry, and knew that her
escape had been discovered. No more time for subtlety.

The Amazon Avenger swept through the secluded studio like the
wrath of a goddess, smashing through walls, ripping doors from
their frames, leaving a trail of shattered debris and unconscious
people in her wake.

It the last room, she found Bobby Sue, hiding behind the partially
rebuilt remains of the mechanical horse. The horse's body was
still a wreck, but the base hadn't been as badly damaged, and
looked like it might still function. The carcass of the mount had
been removed, leaving two steel pipes sticking upright, each as
thick as a human wrist.

Bobby Sue dodged around the base, headed for the door. With a
single toss of the rope, Wonder Woman brought her to a halt.

Wonder Woman spoke to the captive girl, anger making her voice
shake as she said, "I have spent my career facing down animals
like those out there. Men who consider women property, or worse,
toys. They are stupid and cruel. But you. You help them turn
other women into sex objects, destroying their lives and their
humanity. How can you?"

Looking remarkably unruffled, Bobby Sue replied, "A girl has got
to make a living. And I'm an equal opportunity abuser. I do men
too." Then, with a smile, she told the furious heroine, "You
can't arrest us, can you. You don't want to go into court, and
let people see the films of you and your little ride in the cunt-
ry. I heard you were telling the others to forget. You can make
me forget, but you can't forget yourself, can you? And you can't
even put us in jail."

Looking at the twin pistons of the horse, an evil, insane idea
entered Wonder Woman's mind. Turning her prisoner to face the
remains of the hideous device, she asked, "How would you like to
ride your horse, right now?" With a savage pull, she ripped the
skin-tight pants from her prisoner, leaving her standing, stripped
from the waist down.

"Wait a minute.", the half naked woman yelled. "You can't put me
on that thing. You can't do this. You can't!"

Tugging the lasso tight, the amazon smiled a grim smile and
replied, "Yes I can." Leading her helpless prisoner over to the
horse, she pulled the two shafts closer together, so they might
both fit in the same woman. Then, turning towards her prisoner,
she issued the command: "Sleep!"

Instantly, the woman collapsed into unconsciousness. As she
slept, Wonder Woman murmured instructions to her. "When you
awaken, you will be very sore, as if you had been forced to ride
those two poles. You will not remember me, or these orders, or
this conversation. Instead, you will remember Tony and Carlos
forcing you to ride the horse until it broke. You will be so
angry with them that you will turn them over to the police, and
shut down this entire pornography ring. And any time in the
future, when you see someone being hurt, humiliated, or abused,
you will feel the same pain, the same shame that they do." Do you
understand me?

The sleeping woman murmured "Yes", and Wonder Woman knew that she
was finished here. She had been tempted to become what she most
hated, and had defeated that temptation. The criminals would go
to jail for what they had done. Those were the rules of the game.

All that was left to Wonder Woman was her own healing. She found
herself staring at the steel shafts, and the half naked girl, and
realized that she had almost abused this woman, and that the
thought was making her horney. In fact, she felt the passion
slowly rising, even now that the situation was over.

Her hand drifted to her own crotch, and she began to finger
herself absently as she tried to clear her mind. She sat down,
reaching into her pants, and began to work herself harder, trying
to rid her mind and body of these desires. Overworked muscles
tried to respond, to make her climax again, but couldn't. The pain
forced her to stop, but the need persisted.

In horror, she realized that she had been given one more order.
Carlos had ordered her to get horney, and keep getting hornier
until she had satisfied him. Pulling her hand away with an act of
will, she resolved to find some way out, that didn't involve
playing the rapist's game. She prayed to Aphrodite and Hera for
strength.

* * * *

Mists closed in over the pool, obscuring the vision of the amazon
heroine that it had held.

"Well, Hera, it looks like I won the bet. Your champion yielded
to passion."

"No, you lost, Aphrodite. Her surrender was forced by the lasso,
and can't be held against her. In the end, she won, rescued her
dignity, and sent the criminals to justice. I won."

"Yet she came to passion when the well endowed man embraced her,
independent of the lasso's power.", replied the love goddess.

"But she wouldn't have even been in that position, save for the
magic of the lasso." Eyeing her fellow goddess, she spoke again.
"Lets call this one a draw."

With a wave of her hand, Hera, the amazon patron, set in motion
the process that would heal her champion's mind and body. Wonder
Woman had forged one half of a new reality, the illusion that her
adventure had never happened. Hera forged the other half,
absolving Wonder Woman of the wounds and memories as well.

"I'll get her next time.", challenged the Goddess of Love.

"You¹re on. What are the rules, this time?" And the game was set
in motion once again.

* * * * *
End