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Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 9
Wonder Woman lost all track of time. After Hans left, her mask went dark, and she noticed that the air coming from the tubes of her mask stopped being cool and fresh; it became warm, moist and smelled of plastic.
On the monitor Diana's struggles took on desperation. As the air supply fans stopped, the Amazonian princess exhaled back into the supply tube where the stagnant air hung till her next inhale.
Actaeon watched with Hans as she twisted her body, causing her breasts to move wildly. Despite the constant 52-degree temperature her body glistened with sweat as the key to her own freedom danced between her flopping mammaries. She twisted her wrists in the cuffs chafing her wrists. She forgot about holding her knees together and her full body weight came down on the soft folds of her pussy. As the woman's shapely body struggled, the two men were treated to a full body flush, which slowly faded to a pale white. The struggles reached a frantic crescendo, her ebony locks fluttering like the mane of a wild mare as she shook her head trying to shake off the mask, trying to breathe. Then her struggles began to slow, her body beginning to turn a pale blue, the fingers on her hands splaying as if trying for the strength they had with her girdle, to break the chains. Then she began to slump forward.
Hans watched the screen with a wide smile, his hand on the oxygen shut off valve in the shut position. "That's it, slut, ease into it," he whispered.
"That's enough, Hans. Turn her air back on," Actaeon commanded.
With the Amazon now limp on the Spanish horse, the mask rapidly puffing out then sucking in as her body continued to try and breathe, Hans turned. "Sir, we have been over this. You remember the dog you had as a child? She kept digging under the fence? You were told to catch the dog digging and then take a wooden ruler to its paws and make it cry out in pain?"
Actaeon frowned and turned away from the screen. "I know, Hans, but this whole endeavor will be for nothing if she is damaged. The investor was VERY specific, and I don't like hurting her. I want to FUCK her, not torture her.
Hans turned to look at Actaeon'sback. Wonder Woman's mask was now sucking tightly against her face and her body was trembling violently. "Sir, what happened to that dog?"
Actaeon did not answer. His back faced the large monitor displaying a close-up of beads of sweat now rolling down the Amazon's slippery torso.
Han's pressed his point, "Sir?"
Actaeon snarled, not turning "You know bloody well wot happened, you damned Kraut. She dug a hole, got out of the yard, and was hit by a car."
Hans could hear the man's voice cracking at the memory but he continued to press the issue. "All because you wouldn't take a SHORT term hurt to protect her. This bitch is no different. Do you want to release her in two weeks and complicate this whole thing? To expose the entire operation?"
Diana felt the desperation of suffocation and her mind began to panic. This was a new sensation for her, she had always been self-assured. She had considered before that she might be killed, but it had never occurred to her that it could be such a futile death. Her lungs burned as the moisture from her own breath bathed her face with sour heat. In desperation and darkness she put all her strength into trying to break the metal shackles. She strained and pulled and trembled but she was simply not up to the task. And in the end, it only made her breathe harder. The mask adhered to her skin, perfectly sealed and unforgiving. The flexible rubber clung to her cheeks, her forehead, even her temples. She tried to exhale more, to slowly push out the air from her lungs; to force the sour clinging rubber away from her face, but that just made the inhale worse. Her next inhale brought the rubber even tighter against her skin, her sweat helping the seal be even more perfect.
Panicked, she shook her head like a dog shaking off water, trying to hurl the mask off and away from her face. It didn't budge. If she died here, they were right -- NO one knew in the WHOLE world where she was! Not even Superman would find her. They could seal this room, perhaps even take her body and stuff it like a trophy. She'd be no different than Sheena's lion back at Actaeon's castle, and no one would ever know. Her mother would never know. She was not even sure Hades himself would find her. That thought terrified her.
She felt the mask pull to her face yet again as she tried to get more of the stale air into her lungs. But there was no relief. Dark clouds move into her vision. Was this it? Had she crossed their line and now this was to be the end of her? Her limbs felt like warm melting wax, and in her labored breathing, she felt the metal key dangling between her breasts. There was no way to get to it. It was torture! She closed her eyes, the pain in her groin seemed to recede to a dull ache as she leaned forward, allowing her wrist shackles to be the only thing holding her erect. The sound of a high squeaking wheeze filled the darkness as Wonder Woman drew what might have been her last breath on earth. There was no more air to be had. The black second skin clung everywhere. Her eyes bulged within the mask, her whites showing full rings around her irises, her mouth a perfect zero drawing in nothing but futility.
In the control room, a red-faced Actaeonwatching the features of the Amazon's trembling face accented by the tightly clinging black rubber could take no more. He spun and charged the blond-haired assistant. Both hands connected on Han's chest causing him to "ooph" and get thrown from his chair onto the ground. Actaeon yanked the oxygen valve to "on" and jabbed at the "fans" button.
As her eyes closed and her body sagged heavily in her bondage and Wonder Woman looked deep into her own shocking mortality, she felt the sudden caress of coolness against her wet cheek. She refused to believe it until the pressure in her mask went from negative to positive and she began to suck in fresh air. Sweet cool oxygen flushed against her face, expanding the rubber away from her clammy skin. Her heart raced as she panted. Her eyes spilled salty drops.
In the control room Actaeon glared down at Hans. "You enjoy your work TOO much. You take unnecessary risks. The investor wants her compliant not BRAIN damaged."
Hans got up off the floor and dusted himself off. "Sir, I have monitors on her and I know at what level carbon dioxide in the blood causes brain damage. If you do not TRUST me… FIRE ME!" He clenchedhis fists. "I can be on the next plane out."
Actaeon forced his shoulders to relax. "I'm sorry, Hans. No, do not leave. I trust you, I just do not like to see that kind of….pain."
Hans sat back down at the control panel and surveyed his instruments. Wonder Woman's naked torso heaved as she greedily sucked in air. She wiggled her toes in their shackles as her bent knees straddled the wooden horse, her back straightening and arching back weakly as she fought to catch her breath.
"Then do not watch,Actaeon."
Actaeon took out a white handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow. "Is the investor happy with Sheena?
Hans looked up. "Well, it appears so. What is more, I am going to pump the feed from her interrogation into Wonder Woman's eye screens within her mask. That way she can SEE everything they do with Sheena.The investor is ready for you,Actaeon."
Sheena knelt naked in the white room. She could see the camera mounted on the wall filming her. To her right, her jungle Queen outfit hung on a mannequin inside a trophy case, along with the necklace that N'bidEla, the woman witch doctor who raised her, had given her to allow her to take on different forms.
Sheena kept her back straight, her chest out, her knees widely spread, so that any could see her bald sex between her legs. On her thighs rested her hands palms up as if in supplication.
A door opened under the camera and Sheenasaw them wheel in N'bidEla. The old woman looked delirious; her body was naked, and with her age, the bondage had to be hard on her body. She was not much to look at: wrinkled, her breasts sagging. And she stared ahead blankly. Wheeling the device in, Sheena noted, was Actaeon, dressed in his pith helmet, and a woman she did not recognize.
The middle aged woman had flowing red hair, but she walked with a cane and seemed to wince with every move. The cane was an odd contrast to the coiled black leather bull whip on her hip. Behind the unknown woman was Queen Zenda, who walked in with a haughty expression, clad in Wonder Woman's red, white and blue costume. This Sheena frowned at but said nothing. The tall svelte black woman walked across the floor, Wonder Woman's Golden belt fastened around her narrow waist along with Sheena's own silver totem necklace, the magnificent golden lasso of truth hanging at her hip, the red high heeled boots clicking on the floor.
Actaeon stepped forward, his back to the camera, stood before the kneeling ex-heroine. Without having to be told to do so. Sheena reached up and unzipped the young British man's fly, and Actaeon felt her slip in her finger and gently fish out his cock. He never tired of the feel of the cool air on his cock followed by the slippery warmth of the woman's mouth as she began to nurse from his crotch, her tongue sliding along the underside and around his foreskin.
"Good girl, Sheena," he said gently caressing her blonde hair while Sheena moved her head slowly back and forth. Her hands had gone back to her thighs, palms up. "But I am very disappointed in you."
Sheena looked up from the floor into Actaeon's face, slipping her red lips from his half-hard cock "Master," she whimpered, "I did not resist. I did what you said. You said you'd not hurt N'bidEla. She is old."
Actaeon shook his head, "It isn't I who's hurting her, Sheena. You are."
Tears sprang to Sheena's eyes "Please master, I didn't RESIST. Do not turn me into a tiger and force me to claw her…I beg you!"
Actaeon did not acknowledge her fear. For the moment he turned and gestured at the woman with the whip slightly behind him. "Sheena, this is the reason you were targeted. I know Queen Zenda likes to think she was your downfall, and in her way she was, but this is the investor who hired me to HUNT you and that STUPID lion of yours. This is Barbara Ann Minerva."
Sheena took a moment to glance at the British woman and back to Actaeon. "How did…I disobey you, sir? You need not punish me like Diana…"
Actaeon smiled coldly and lifted Sheena's chin with his left hand. She obediently opened her mouth and allowed him to guide his unwashed length back inside, savoring the salty, tinny taste. "You did not help us stop Wonder Woman when she tried to escape."
Sheena felt him release her chin and again pulled her mouth off her master's cock, a strand of her saliva connecting her lower lip to the tip of his erect cock. "I did not go with her sir...I did not try to escape."
The other two women stood looking half bored;Zenda crossing her arms over her chest, quietly teasing at the Tiger totem charm with one hand that she could use to transform Sheena into a Tigress. N'bidEla looked mostly comatose.
Actaeon shook his head. "Not good enough. I need to be able to trust you to go to the Justice League and tell them everything is ok here. How can I do that if you do not know enough to PREVENT one of them from trying to escape?"
Sheen's expression now went to one of abject terror."But it was not N'bidEla's doing, it was MINE…..I...I did not think…Please, sir, you always say that I am dim-witted..."
Actaeon swallowed, a slight look of disgust on his face, not for Sheena, but because he didn't like this part. "I understand, Sheena," he said guiding his shaft back into her mouth and humping her face while they talked. "I am willing to let you off easy, but we will need you to give us an HONEST effort."
Sheena's eyes glanced up listening as she tasted his pre-cum as it began to dribble. She knew how to bring him off and she was hungry. With a punishment looming she was not sure when her next meal would be.
Actaeon went on, "Ms.Minerva here is in pain, an accident if you will…I am going to TRUST you with something, Sheena; something no one else knows. Ms.Minerva is known as Cheetah."
There was a growl behind him as Sheena's eyes opened wide. Connecting the villainess with her secret identity, the Jungle Princess tilted her head slightly, her face showing surprise and then the eyes narrowing to respect. Then she remembered her task and pulled her mouth back and let her lips caress the shaft in her mouth before bowing her head forward to take the full length deep into her throat. She held that position for a moment before releasing it and licking and teasing the tip of her master's cock. Minerva, her face tense with rage, would have killed Actaeon on the spot if not for her infirmity. "Why you STUPID..."
Actaeon held his hand up. This part he liked and he was rock hard. Panting, he said, "Relax,Minerva. If we get what you want, you will not need to worry." He closed his eyes andpressed the Sheena's face into the zipper of his crotch as she suckled steadily at him. "I…I am sure Sheena here wants to HELP, don't you?"
Sheena nodded her head holding discipline as she felt the man's cock go rigid and still in her lipsbefore it pulsed strongly and shot a milky white stream of his semen down her throat.
Once Actaeon had vented his lust down the Jungle Queen's throat, he allowed Sheena to lick it like a cat cleaning its paws. He then let her put his organ away, zipping him up. "W...what can I do to help, Master?"
Actaeon smiled, "Let's start with something simple.N'bidEla here I bet knows a way, a potion or powder that will render a person immobile, susceptible to suggestion. She's a witch doctor so you know...like a zombie."
Sheena looked up blankly, "I was never told that, why not just use Wonder Woman's lasso?"
Zenda leaned forward and snarled "MY Lasso!"
"Ladies, ladies," Actaeon smiled, "BECAUSE that black bitch IS a Witch Doctor, I cannot trust her to not be resistant to even such as that lasso, however we all know that N'bidEla will tell YOU anything."
Sheena trembled, "So you drugged her?"
Actaeon nodded, "She is not the only one who knows about potions and powders." He walked over and removed the golden lasso from Zenda's hip. Letting the coil dangle from his index finger he crooked his other finger at Sheena.
Slowly Sheena stood, her smooth skin flexing as he muscles moved. She took the golden rope in her hand, feeling it warm. Zenda and Minerva tensed. Sheena moved like a feline even as a human, her bare feet silent on the metal floor.
Sheena approached her old mentor, the woman like a mother to her. She gently looped the golden line around N'bidEla's body and holding the end posed the question toN'bidEla. "It's Sheena, teacher. I...I need to know how to subdue my enemies, to have them play the part so that I might bring justice to the jungle."
Sightless the old woman seemed to not want to answer. "S….Sheena?" a smile came to her lips "Of, course child….the spiders..."
Actaeon and the others frowned. "Spider? That's not a potion."
Sheena went on "Mother…I do not understand."
The old woman's voice seemed to take on an almost unearthly tone. "The arachnid of the Congolese Jungles, on the Congo river, its body striped red, white and blue….it's bite, the victim paralyzed, not fatal…."
Actaeon shook his head. "There is no such species I am aware of."
Minerva scowled "there are lots of undiscovered species in the jungle. Have her ask THE question."
"Patience, Minerva. Sheena, we need to know does N'bidEla know the Jungle God…Urtzkartaga?"
Sheena repeated the question to the old woman.
The old woman responding, "Urtzkartaga… the Cheetah God guardian…."
Minerva nodded grinning "Ask. ASK!"
Actaeon took a moment to whisper to the naked ex-Jungle Queen, stepping back and adding, "Do this and your punishment will be light…perhaps a spanking and this old one can go back to her tribe." He purposely neglected to add that would only occur after they tried out the spider on her.
Sheena stepped up. "Mother….Urtzkartaga has...has been affected. Is there a way to capture him…compel him to obey until we can free his spirit?"
The old lady seemed to groan "No…one cannot capture a spirit."
Minerva leaned forward on her cane, virtually hissing and spitting. "Kill them both….and FORGET your payment,Actaeon, this was a waste of time."
Actaeon held up his hand "A moment, Minerva…Listen"
Theold woman went on, her eyes only half-focused, "A spirit must be consumed. A spirit has enemies…The power of that opposite can, for a time hold a spirit."
Minerva growled, cat like, "I do not want to hold him….I want..."
The ancient black lady rested herhead back "Once held, you must corrupt it…drain it, only then will the immortal be made mortal."
Sheena reached out a hand gently to caress the woman who was like a mother to her "How can we hold…."
The old lady's eyes focused and she smiled at her daughter "Child, you light passion in my loins. Something I have not felt in a long time." A slow sigh flowed through her hold fluttering lips before she spoke again. "Draw a Circle of Bir…Bir will help you."
Minerva frowned. "Who the hell is Bir?"
Zenda answered this time "Bir, is another of the old gods, the Spirit of Hyena. His circle is what you call a Pentacle, or a Pentagram."
Actaeon shook his head, "Ancient fiction. Not bloody possible!"
Minerva shook her head. "No, remember I am an Archeologist and Anthropologist. Many religions have similarities. The Trinity for example: In Catholicism you have the Father, Son and Holy Spirit; In Hindu, you have Sheeva, Vishnu and Brahma. Even the Greeks had the three major gods: Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. This is very possible."
The old woman was wheeled out, leaving Sheena kneeling naked before her three captors. Zenda smiled and cupped Sheena's chin, "Your breasts are looking bigger. I heard the mare has a foal."
Sheena nodded keeping her eyes cast down before the black woman. Sheena felt the hand move to the back of her head and moved her face to the blue star spangled satin crotch. The blonde obediently began to lick at the material, her tongue darkening the light blue satin crotch with warm saliva. "Minerva, I will have the old lady's books delivered to your room where you can study them in comfort. Come, Sheena, let me get these briefs off. My cunt has not had a good cleaning in a week."
In her bondage on the torturous wooden horse, Wonder Woman watched with growing despondency. She could see projected on the eyepieces of her mask the old woman cruelly bound, Sheena on her knees, and Zenda clad in Wonder Woman's uniform. She stared at the scene in despair: the uniform had stood for justice, for freedom. It had now been used to aid the darkness, to enslave; her golden lariat used to strangulate and kill.
Her misery of the heart was matched by powerful physical misery as well. Sitting astride the wooden Spanish horse, the stomach cramps had begun, her intestines groaning as they tried to expel the body's waste. She even leaned up and bore down, grunting with effort trying to relieve herself. But the anal plug in her ass was just too large, without her hands or someone else; all she could do is feel the wave after wave of cramping. In her mask, sometimes she would see flashing lights, other times darkness. The deep cavern was absolutely quiet, with no sensation other than the pain in her belly, legs and crotch. From time to time someone would come in. It was always one at a time but she got to know the differences in no time. She could feel each individual sliding his hands all over her body. She wanted to speak but it was all she could do to merely suckle on the leather cock gag in her mouth and try to breathe evenly and steadily through the narrow tube in the leather gag thrust deeply into her throat.
After a time, due to boredom, confusion and constant disorientation from her torment and exhaustion on the Spanish Horse, she began to look forward to her captors' hands. She knew it was different people. One set of handswas larger, one smaller, some soft, others calloused. Whether they started at her nipples or her pussy or her ass, she had even named them: Calloused Hands; Nimble Fingers; Warm Palms.Calloused Hands enjoyed cupping her breasts from behind her, supporting them and bouncing them lightly in his rough palms. He would squeeze their shapes and fondle her and virtually juggle her breasts in rhythm, back and forth he'd bob one and then the other for minute after minute, mauling, squeezing and caressing her until her head would nod slightly in rhythm with them. And there was always a final squeezing goodbye before the roughly calloused hands would disappear. Nimble Fingers was even harder to ignore. He would pinch her nipples gently, slowly, constantly until they were both pebble hard in his tiny grips. Then he would circle his fingertips around her areolas in slow painstaking circles that, had she been pregnant, would have had her nipples dribbling mothers milk down her torso in a helpless need to express her body's functions. As it was, her nipples would throb and she would moan through her mask. This always brought a gloating chuckle of satisfaction from the man standing before her. And then he would be gone. Warm Palms was impossible to resist. He would search her body for every smooth surface and silky crevice they could caress and hold and rub and clutch. The paired palms would smooth over and up her neck until her jaw line was in the warm palms just below the bottom edge of the mask she wore. Her head would tilt back as the palms would slowly caress her neck back and forth in a heady massage that relaxed her body to the point where her vagina would inadvertently settle against the painful metal point of the Spanish Horse and she would jerk up to ease the pain. Warm Palms would then release her neck and suddenly reappear between her thighs, caressing and smoothing their inner surfaces with gliding wonderful pressure that would draw an errant whimper from the Champion of All Women. Often her body would wriggle with pleasure and the hands would slide up to her ass and caress the broad surfaces of her cool naked cheeks. The gentle heat of those wandering palms felt so good in the cool air of that dungeon chamber that her body would go still and quiet to allow the warm hands to work their magic and warm her entire body from within with their calm and steady caresses. Ultimately though, there would be a sharp pinch that jerked her body upward. In that instant, one palm would reach in to cup and caress her crotch while the other smoothed circles over her breasts. Slow, endless circles were applied to her sensitive nether lips and turgid nipples until she could bear no more and Wonder Woman would leak her miniscule orgasms into those warm palms that would smooth the glistening juices over her thighs before retreating into the darkness and leaving her spent and angry and confused.
At different times her air was cut off again and she was taken right to the wide-eyed, panicked edge of unconsciousness before being allowed to breathe again.
Time lost meaning; she could not sleep with the cramps, which only got worse. The Greeks and Romans had come up with some very advanced tortures, but this was by far more than Wonder Woman could bear.
And then, awoken from a dozing uneasy slumber by a noise, Wonder Woman saw the eye pieces on her mast go completely clear. She blinked and winced as the lights came on. Her eyes slowly focused on Actaeon. Her senses sharpened and her daze lifted. The young man reached out and pulled the mask off, the penis gag slipping free of her lips.
"I must say, Wonder Woman, you do not look like much of a wonder now. This gorgeous hair now stuck to your skin," he said, moving his hand over and brushing away the sticky hair from her forehead as if he cared. "All this sweating and shivering, you're a mess."
Diana felt a wave of cramps "Please…not even you are this...inhuman. Let me out of this. PLEASE take this plug out of me."
Her hands behind her twisted helplessly as the key to her freedom swung between her breasts. One of the guards came up and slid his hand over her bare flank; she recognized him at once: Warm Palms. She gave him a quick sideways glance. He was tall and handsome and smirking. Diana lifted her jaw in a small attempt at resolved indifference.
Actaeon cocked his head. "What do I get out of it? How can I trust you?"
Confronted with the sudden opportunity to end her torment, Diana hated herself but she made herself beg. "Please…I will obey our agreement…the spirit…not just the letter..."
Actaeon stood there not saying a word, just waiting and watching her.
Diana went on, "…you…you want me to perform oral on you, I will. If that's what you want I will." She spoke quickly, urgently, her eyes watching his.
In an ear piece Actaeon heard Han's voice saying, "She's not ready. She's too eager. Still too controlled and calculating. Put the mask back on and tell her she has two more days."
Not usually one for torment, Actaeon had to admit, he was rather enjoying watching this woman pleading to him. "I don't believe you. Okay, if one day was not enough, let's see what another two will do for you."
Diana tries to shake her head as the man moved back to her with the dreaded mask. "No… NO! I agreed, I told you I would do what you wanted...what do you wa…wuuullphhh….. mummppphh!"
Wonder Woman was silenced, as Actaeon himself resettled the mask over her face and seated the wet leather penis gag.
"When I return, you had better be ready or I will just have you sealed in here and forgotten. Oh and I have something new for you, a sex pheromone I will force into your lungs.
When the lights went out Wonder Woman sat with tears rolling down her eyes. What did he WANT…she had agreed? It had only been one day? That could not be! It must have been at least two….or three."
As soon as the door closed, the lights went out. There was a hissing and a musky smell. Whether by suggestion or an actual pheromone, Wonder Woman now found herself alternating between agony and desire. The timing was insidious: she would not sooner get driven mad enough with desire to hump at the sharp peak of the horse against her pussy, when her air would be turned off. No sooner when she would come back to awareness then her bowels would cramp again. In her short respite, her mind began to see things, hear things. She had to THINK…Actaeon wanted more. Wanted to break her spirit, she would have to make him believe he had succeeded.
Outside Actaeon and Hans knew that actually two days, not one had elapsed. Now they reversed it. Actaeon returned to Wonder Woman, after only one day.
Yanking the mask off Actaeon glared at Wonder Woman.
Panting, exhausted, she licked her lips, a bit of drool sliding down her chin "S…Sir, I…I am sorry I misbehaved I will do whatever is asked." Diana had not meant to cry but she found tears rolling freely down her cheeks. "I will worship at your feet; I will accept whatever punishment you set for me. I will even put on a show for you and your friends with Sheena, just please, PLEASE let me prove myself." She felt her breaths coming in ragged sobs.
Wonder Woman looked into Actaeon's eyes, and saw them soften. He reached up for the key, and took it from around her neck. He then began walking towards the door.
No….no she had failed! He didn't believe her, he was leaving her. She began to panic, but all that was heard was a whimper. She watched him stop at the door, waiting a moment before turning back and looking at her before calling out, "Guard…get a stretcher…"
Actaeon returned and began releasing Wonder Woman's shackles. Diana hated herself but she felt nothing but pure gratitude for the man, he was freeing her.
With the last of the bonds released. Actaeon reached up and lifted the Amazon from her horse, and held her slippery trembling body in his arms. Smiling gently he placed a kiss on her lips and felt her respond. He gently placed her feet on the ground and steadied her, watching her.
Diana stood shakily, as another stomach cramp hit her, the anal plug still deep in her rectum.
Actaeon cocked his head, "You're not going to ask me to remove your butt plug?"
Diana shook her head no, standing her hands at her side, her eyes on his feet.
"Why not?" he asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
Diana responded quietly, "I…thought you will take it out…when you want to."
Actaeon nodded. "You really ARE trying to make it look like I broke you, aren't you?"
Diana heard herself answer in a meek mumble, "Yessir."
Actaeon made her stand there, admiring her smooth ass with the colored plug still in. "But you're not broken, are you? Not yet."
Diana was again surprised to her herself respond honestly "No sir, but I will keep my word this time and obey to the spirit ofthe agreement, and I will accept punishment…"
Actaeon nodded "If you had answered any other way I would have put you back on that horse and left you. Now, let's hope we never have to come down here again."
Diana nodded. The two male guards with the stretcher arrived. But Wonder Woman nodded "May I walk up the stairs on my own."
Actaeonagreed. He walked behind Diana and watched her tight ass. He saw how her cramps made the pucker of her anus bulge as it tried to expel the plug. And smirked when it failed and sucked the plug back in again. At the top of the stairs, the woman could not bear it any longer and she turned "Please, sir….Please…MASTER…take the plug out, let me relieve my…. please…PLEASE….let me SHIT!"
Actaeon smiled and, with his finger pointed down, made a small circle. Wonder Woman did an about face and bent forward, putting her hands on her knees, her wide ass flexing in the light. She gave everyone a beautiful full body blush as she was now asking a man for permission to relieve herself. Actaeon tugged slowly but firmly at the base of the plastic andDiana felt her sphincter muscles spread so far she thought they would rip. Suddenly, the plug was gone and with no control, Wonder Woman's waste poured from her. The plug had left the muscles stretched and weak. With no control, her body expelled the mess in a violent torrent. It bulged and pulsed and spit and splattered out of her anus. Actaeon took a long step back and away as he watched the famous heroine shake as she stood bent over with her palms on her knees. The dark waste streamed out in a splashing arc as well as running down her thighs and calves until it formed a brown clumpy puddle around her feet. With the flood and the final relief of her bowels emptied, she saw the world begin to spin. She was dimly aware of someone's arms catching her before she could fall into her own mess. She looked down as she was moved off to the right to see a canvas stretcher placed below her. Then she was turned over and she felt herself laid down on the rough canvas. After that, there was nothing but blackness.
Actaeon stood looking down at the unconscious amazon. Even after the days on the wooden horse, with nothing but bland oats and water to eat and drink, her body was magnificent. Abal knelt beside the fallen warrior with a soft sponge, three bowls of soapy water and oils, bathing his prize. Smiling Actaeonwaited until all the mess on her body was completely cleaned off as if her humiliation had never occurred. He then put his hand on Abal's shoulder and she stood up and backed away for a moment. Actaeonknelt down beside the limp figure on the stretcher and ran his palm up Wonder Woman's smooth unblemished side to cup a soft breast and capture a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her pale body glistened, and she breathed softly, unconscious. Her muscles were taught and firm. And he allowed himself to run a hand up her now clean and lightly-oiled thighs to her bald pussy lips, slipping a finger between the folds. He marveled how she lay there, unmoving unprotesting as his finger caressed her inner folds, feeling them swollen and tight from the endless pressure of her own body against the horse.Actaeon then spoke up softly, saying only, "Abal."
His concubine stepped forward and knelt down at the Amazon's side and finished washing and drying the skin from a fourth fresh bowl of water. She then gently applied more oils to the Wonder Woman's skin. Rose-scented, it made her body glisten. Abal smiled at her master "She is ready master; you should not deny yourself the pleasure."
The young man smiled, unzipping his trousers, "I have no intention of denying myself."
Abal nodded with a knowing smile and grasped one of Diana's legs, opening the lamb for the sacrifice.
Tossing his breeches aside, Actaeon moved atop the helpless amazon warrior and positioned himself at the entrance of her bruised pussy lips. His erection is rock hard as he uses his glans to part the soft folds of her cunt. He feels them cling to the sensitive head of his bobbing penis.Savoring his advantageover the helpless heroine, he leaned in and felt himself slide into the unresisting tunnel of flesh. Smiling and flush with his conquest, he felt her body sheath him in warmth.He watched her folds stretch apart by his girth and moved himself deeper until his pubic bone ground against her. Wonder Woman let out a soft moan, her arms limp at her side.
Actaeon paused, running his right hand up the beautiful woman's bare thigh to her flank, his hand gripping her ass. "Yes, that's how I like you, Wonder Woman; unresisting." He leaned forward and up as he lifted her thigh to his thrust. Then he covered her mouth with his own, crushing her lips with his as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He searched her mouth hungrily, subjugating Wonder Woman's own slack tongue with his own as he kissed her furiously. Owning her body, he pressed against her and took his pleasure from her defenseless form.
Abal smiled proudly, watching her master with the American beauty. His left hand slid up to cup Wonder Woman's right breast and molest it. Abal recalled the sensation when he would do that to her and shuddered in secret delight.
Actaeon's hips rose and fell as he thrust his bare cock into Wonder Woman's unprotected pussy. Unconscious, the woman lay there gently rocking with each thrust as the man atop her withdrew until only the head of his penis was within her body and then thrust firmly back down, driving into her cervix. Actaeon could feel the cool air around his cock coated with the Amazon's sexual juices, and then felt the folds of her flesh clinging warmly to his cock as he thrust back within her. He glanced up at the door. He half expected some hero or other to burstthrough the door and stop him from his lustful intent. But the only sound was of his love making with the unconscious princess. Gripping her silken black mane he pulled her unresisting head back as he thrust again deeply into her. He pulled her flank close with his right hand, holding her smooth thigh against his side with each thrust as he pressed in again and again and again. Kissing hungrily at her warm lips, exploring her tongue with his own, Actaeon felt his climax approaching, and pulled his face back a bit, grinning down at her."No one is going to stop me, bitch." Leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, he sucked it hard as he held her flank and rubbed his body against hers and then went back to thrusting, working the wondrous friction to its ultimate ending.
Abal smiled, standing to the side folding and refolding a warm cloth, as her master roughly used the American. His body rocked and rocked over her jiggling, bouncing flesh. Then the rocking halted and she watched Actaeon move his hips forward a final time as his broad back flexed then arched. He pressed hard into the unresisting form on the stretcher until his balls nestled against Wonder Woman's pussy lips, filling in the other woman with his hard length. Abal heard her master moan and knew that his cockwas now pulsing, sending his seed deeply into the Amazon's womb. She smiled for his pleasure and felt her own moistness between her legs.
Actaeon held her there, feeling his lust throbbing not just in his dick but in his whole being as his seed injected deeply within the woman's body. He loved that feeling, the warm sensation as his seed filled her womb. Slowly he relaxed, catching his breath and smiled as the Amazon slept on. He sighed and said, "Gods, I needed that," then took another hard kiss from the beauty beneath him. He finally withdrew, standing. Abal was quick to kneel before him using her own mouth to lick his seed and the amazon juices from his bare cock. Even as she cleaned him, Abal heard him speak again.
"For all the times I've had you, Wonder Woman, not one of your hero friends has come around to protect you, to threaten me, to prevent your humiliating sexual conquest, to even arrive late to witness my seed draining out of your violated body and offer comfort in your moment of shame. Think they'll ever show?" The unconscious, sullied Amazon at his feet only loosed his white semen between her thighs to form a small puddle, mute in her unknown defeat; silent in the unsuspecting conquest of her own magnificent body.
Hans walked in smiling. "Was it worth watching what she went through?" he asks
Actaeon stood placing a triumphant bare foot on Diana's chest while Abal now gently wiped the sweat from his body with the hot towel. He enjoyed the feel of the warm smooth skin on the bottom of his foot and he leaned down gently so some of his weight was on Wonder Woman. "Pretty close. The only thing that would make it perfect is if I actually sent her home with my child in her belly. You hear that Amazon?"
The blond German came to stand beside his friend, looking down where Wonder Woman lay at their feet, a dab of his milky white seed clung to her reddened pussy lips. "Well, it will not be from your lack of TRYING." He chuckled, using the toe of his boot to gently tease up and down the bald sex.
Actaeon casually stood there with his foot still resting on the unconscious woman. "But what's next, Hans?"
"Next, sir, you give her a romantic evening dinner. Do not spare anything. I suggest you cook it yourself: something…exotic."
Actaeon frowned, "First torment her. Then romance her?"
Hans nodded "Trust me, she may be an Amazon but she is also a woman. After an evening like that, she is going to know that you want more than just dinner conversation. Her oath is also fresh in her mind as well as my advice on how to AVOID pregnancy by you. Trust me, sir, do as I suggest, and you will have that blow job, you will have her final virginity."
When Wonder Woman awoke, she found herself in a soft bed. She could feel she was naked beneath the smooth silk sheets, and atop her was a pure mink comforter. It was the same room she had spent the first night in. The room was brightly lit. It was day. She was clean and her hair was washed and combed.
Abal, clad in a sheer silk harem girl's outfit that left nothing to the imagination, set down a book and got up. "You are awake…" The woman's voice was surprisingly gentle and sympathetic. Abal brought over a warm cloth and began to gently wipe off Diana's face.
Diana sat up; her beasts slipping free of the sheets. "I thought you'd be angry with me."
Abal set down the terry cloth rag and got a brush "I am…or was, anyway. You hurt my sister Ulfah. But she will recover and one cannot be angry forever. Besides, Master does not wish disharmony in his house."
Diana blinked hard. "Your…SISTER? That Bas…I mean, he married you AND your sister?"
Abal nodded, "Yes, it is his right as a male. In fact, we are grateful to be able to be together. Now you must be hungry. You have only had what was fed to you for the last week. Get dressed…food awaits."
Wonder Woman slipped from her bed, found her legs shaky but holding her. They had kept her there an entire week? That meant she only had about one week left of her penance. Now if she could just keep from getting pregnant…
Turning Diana saw the lingerie that Abal laid out for her. It was no surprise. A black lace crotchless set of panties, with a black shelf strapless bra. Diana resignedlystepped intoand wrapped up in the skimpy sheer garments. They put her body on full display, her breasts especially pushed up with her cleavage prominently accented. "Is this ALL I am to wear?"
Abal chuckled. "Hardly! There's more in the closet."
When Diana opened the closet she stared in surprise. Within the walk-in room was a selection of silken floor length evening gowns in a wide variety of colors as well as drop dead gorgeous black. "Uhhh…I think I have the wrong closet," she declared. "Where is the rubber French maid uniform, or maybe he prefers a white rubber Nurse?"
Abal shook her head. "The master wished you properly attired this evening. You may select any you wish."
The inner woman who was Wonder Woman stood staring in greedy amazement at the fashions available to her. The huge closet had what must have been 50 dresses, each worth a king's ransom. Diana almost swooned with the possibilities facing her. She did not fully understand the game being played here but she looked through the selection with almost girlish delight. She flipped through hanger after hanger of evening wear that would give any actress on the red carpet at Oscar time a guaranteed feature page photo spread. Occasionally she'd actually gasp. Abal surveyed the heroine's movements with a smile. The Amazon was quite the typical female after all, taking down a dress and holding it up against her body and checking out the full-length mirror to see how if the garment made a statement she wanted to make.
Many of the dresses were jet black;and Diana favored those. She finally selected one that had a slit that went up the side to her hip. Abal left the room while Wonder Woman got dressed. When done, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. The gown was floor length, and left her shoulders bare. The neck line was trimmed in 20 carat diamonds. So was the slit down the side of her leg, creating an edging that dazzled the eye and accentuated her gorgeous thighs and calves. The dress fit her like a glove. With it were two black silk three-quarter-length gloves that went up to mid-bicep.
Somehow, Abalknew when to re-enter and the young woman walked up behind the raven-haired beauty surveying her image in the mirror in the stunning, form-fittingdress. Abal hung around Diana's neck an Egyptian necklace made of diamonds turquoise, rubies, emeralds and star safires. All the jewels were woven in an intricate but delicate web that stretched from the base of her neck to lie against her cleavage. Abal slipped on silver-posted ivory dangle earrings and handed Wonder Woman a huge diamond ring that she slipped onto her finger without hesitation. Diana had seen such treasures before but as an Amazon warrior certainly had never worn them. She felt like a different person. Momentarily, she yearned to be this new person, one who reveled in her beauty and her femininity; a person who could be happy just to indulge in the ultimate extravagance of the moment.
Abalthen helped Diana slip on a pair of black high heel shoes with a thong that wrapped around Diana's calves. Next, the girl draped a sheer black silk shawl across Diana's bare shoulders to complete the ensemble. Taking a clear vial and pulling the crystal stopper, Abalfinally daubed a soft rose-scented perfume about Diana's neck and shoulders.
To Wonder Woman the scent was wonderful, though the feeling of clothing made her feel confined, restricted. She supposed it was because she was not used to wearing such apparel. It didn't feel like her. It felt like this new person that she felt she was going to be for this evening. It was a little disorienting. To shake herself of the eerie feeling, Wonder Woman walked out of the closet into the bedroom and then strode over to the window, trying out the comfort of the dress, the heels, the movement of the necklace against her skin. It didn't feel all that horrible actually. She looked out the window. The sun was setting now, lighting the Mediterranean Sea and sky a fiery burnt orange, as the white caps of the water rolled across its surface.
"Hello." Diana heard the rich British accent of the honeyed voice. "I say, you DO look ravishing, a wonder you never dressed like that yourself."
Diana turned to see Actaeon at her open bedroom door, standing in a black silk dinner jacket that exactly matched hers. His shoes were spit shined. He had on a white fluted shirt with the French cuffs and wing collar with bow tie. The man wore a cummerbund studded with diamonds set in silver. His shirt buttoned down with pure silver studs, a simple red kerchief in his pocket.
Actaeon smiled approvingly at the stunning goddess before him. Diana noticed it was a warm, genuine smile but it also had the quality of someone assessing something of great value and beauty, and it made her blush. He walked over, a Sterling Silver Tiger's eye ring on one hand, and offered his arm.
Diana hesitated for only a fraction of a second. What was he up to? Did he expect that this would make up for what he had done? The memory of her imprisonment and her promise compelled her to give him back a halfhearted, hesitant smile, and take his arm.
Diana felt his smooth hand on hers as he turned and led her out onto the balcony. Awarm sea breeze blew gently through Diana's hairand the sounds of the surf far below wafted up to her as the entire Mediterranean spread out before them. Straight ahead, seagulls screamed, as they flew in search of a meal. Wonder Woman wanted to ask Actaeon what was going on, but kept silent as they began to walk along the plateau, the roman villa behind them.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Actaeon said softly. "Look the stars are just starting to come out."
"Y…yes" Diana said lamely.
Actaeon smiled "I expected you would be nervous." He turned to face her taking both her hands in his, and gently kissing the backs of her hands with warm lips. "You beauty really does rival the stars, Diana. Your eyes have the same fire as the fire opals in your necklace. You chose a stunning dress. Do you like it? It would please me no end to make it a gift to you."
Diana could not see his game and wasn't sure what this man thought was happening here "I told you I would obey," she said firmly, then added, "But what do you think is going to..."
Actaeon gently placed a finger on her lips "Shhhh….Tonight is for us. For you.It's been a hard time and I'm sorry for that but for right now, you should simply enjoy yourself, Diana. Accept the moment for nothing but itself. No philosophical debates. Tomorrow may see a different world or no world at all. So let us just take the evening and see…possibilities." He looked up into her eyes. "So, do you like the dress?"
Diana's mind warred with her but she quietly said "Yes…Mr. Davies."
"Hmmm, Mr. Davies, I rather like the sound of that." He smiled this devilishly handsome smile as he led her to a lavish table. It was hand-carved from some huge tree and depicted scenes from Greek legend: Zeus as a Swan making love to a woman; Hades with Persephone; and on the top was the scene of Artemis transforming the hunter into a stag to pull her chariot. Twoornate candelabras held flickering white beeswax candles and elaborate hand carved chairs sat across from each other on the terrace.
To the side, a brazier sat with hot coals and an arrayof cooking utensils. "I hope steak and lobster is fine with you? A bit late to change the menu if it's not though," he winked.
Diana's mouth watered, she had not eaten anything other than bland oatmeal in however long he had held her. Her cunt still ached from the bruising. She nodded and quietly replied, "That's fine. I…I'm famished."
Taking two fillet mignon and placing them on the open grill beside two large lobster tails, he took a white ceramic cup of light white wine and basted the lobster. While they began to sizzle he poured out a blush Chardonnay into crystal goblets. "Will you have some wine?"
Diana looked at it suspiciously. Actaeon smiled and took a drink from her glass, and added "One bottle. I am not out to get you drunk. You have my word, Diana. I am not out to trick you. Have I ever lied or not kept my word?"
Diana shook her head. "No, you have not." He watched her actually relax a bit, leaning back in the chair more.
The stars were full out now, and the moon rising over the Mediterranean Sea. Actaeon's warm hands moved to caress her bare shoulder. The sea breeze was warm. "I am told you were created, not born," he posed as he served her a light walnut salad with raspberry vinaigrette."
Diana shook her head, "I do not know who my father was. Some say it was Heracles," using the Greek name for the Demigod. Actaeon sat as they ate the salad. Wonder Woman tried not to look like she was starving, but ate it rapidly. The wine was excellent.
Next came the soup, a rich and creamy lobster bisque. "I made this myself. Let me know what you think." And then touched a remote. Soft music began to fill the open plateau. They sat beside the stone fence looking out at the water.
When the steak and lobster were ready, Actaeon served her, together with grilled asparagus, and yellow squash. "I do not know who my father was either. I took the name because I like all things Greek and Roman."
Diana chose not to reply. They ate with light conversation. True to the evening's theme, Wonder Woman simply chose to savor what the night offered. The fish and lobster were succulent delights that she could not have enjoyed more. In a moment of random playfulness, she even stabbed at a remaining piece of Actaeon's lobster tail and wolfed it down with a grin.
When the dinner was done, Actaeon got up, and took Diana's hand "Dance with me?'
A soft waltz began and Diana stoodup looking awkward.
"What is it?' he asked running the back of his hand against her cheek.
Diana searched his face "What of my…punishment?"
Actaeon frowned. "That is for another day. Tonight...I just want to say…I'm sorry."
The admission caught Diana by surprise. Within her, several emotions were churned up at once and she could not decide how to feel. He was so good looking and so charming; she could almost forget why she was here. None of thismade sense, and yet here, in the starlight, her heart raced. He had just admitted that she still had some kind of discipline coming but…"
"I feel it's something more than that," The handsome man continued, one eyebrow arched.
"I...I have never danced" She stammered.
Actaeon let out a laugh. "You have the grace to dodge and deflect bullets but have never danced?" Then he purposefully waved her to him. "Come here."
It was more than a request. In fact, there was a soft demand to his voiceand Diana felt compelled to oblige in this case. She walked around the dinner table to him and felt him grasp her right hand. She felt the warm of his palm through the silken black glove. His grip was firm but not hurtful and with a surprise his quick left hand took the curve of her hip and pulled her firmly against his body.
Diana trembled. This close to him she could smell his scent mixed with soft cologne. She felt the warmth of his body edged closely to her. Pinned gently against him, she felt him move and when he pressed his right hand forward, she was obliged to step back. Then, a firm pressure on her hand caused her to spin to the right and once again his body molded to hers. This went against all she had learned as an Amazon -- to be so blatantly and casually manipulated. She knew it was called "leading" and that in the world of men this was normal. So, not knowing how to dance, she simply complied with the gently persistent way he pressed at her. He walked her through the movements he wanted her to make and she obeyed in a shy thoughtless way, confused and perturbed at her eroding behavior and lack of willpower. Or was she just keeping her word to him. She couldn't tell the difference at this point. She just moved where directed and tried to relax into the movement of the dance.
For Actaeon's part, he enjoyed the feel of her moving body. It was refreshing to not have to fight her, to have her compliant. As she became more familiar with the simple moves, he felt her body relax, the tenseness subsiding. Her incredible figure was breathtaking as she pirouetted, swayed and matched his steps as he moved her around the floor. And he began to move in more intricate ways. The soft red stone glided beneath their feet as the music permeated the mood. When the woman laid her head against his shoulder,he swayed with her. They danced three dances that way.
As the night wore on, Diana was slowly disarmed. She gave up trying to figure out the game and simply let each experience unwind for itself. She was surprised to find herself pleased with the flow of the night. In fact, Diana did not want the evening to end. After all the fighting, she was enjoyed herself and this. Whatever this was. He was warm…and firm, and she felt desire stirring in her body. The moon was full. The canopy of stars was exhilarating. She felt him tug her hand back toward her room.
"Wait" Diana said. She pulled back on his extended arm, her hand gripping his as her eyes sought out his.
Actaeonstopped and looked back at her. "I am not taking you to bed, Diana. I was just going to show you to your door."
"I…uh…didn't…think…." Diana stammered. She had given her word and if not tonight she was sure in the morning he would have his way with her again. Hans' advice echoed in her mind. "Come here," she said, parroting back his words from earlier in the evening, and she pulled Actaeon back onto the terrace under the star-strewn night. Slowly, in her luxurious evening gown Diana pushed the fabric aside at the slit, showing a long silky thigh behind the glittering strip of diamonds, and lowered herself down to her knees.
Actaeon moved forward to stop her "You do not have..." She reached up and afirm finger clad in smooth black silk pressed to his lips.
Diana, felt SOME measure of control at last. "Shhhhh," she whispered. "I gave my word…and I want…really want todo this for you. Because you were right, down below. I had not been faithful to our wager and I…well let's just say that now I'm the one who wants to say I'm sorry."
Actaeon watched the Princess settle more comfortably on her knees in her gown before him. He felt the pressure at his groin as his rod strained against his pants. Then, in the night air, there was a soft sound of a zipper being lowered.
Diana could have lit the area up with the intensity of her blush as she threaded her fingers into the man's fly. But her mind was set on this, and she could feel his rock hardness in anticipation of what was to come. It even excited her a little bit, this forbidden act and the heat of his crotch so close to her face. It took her an awkward moment to free his warm length from its cloth prison. She bit her lower lip but with full resolve she looked up past his dinner jacket to his face and then pulled his firm pink rodout of the fly into the open. If she was going to do this, it would be on her terms. She glanced at the slightly darker brown head and the flesh of his foreskin pulled back in his erection.
When Actaeon he felt the slippery warm tongue slowly yet purposefully drag its way up from his balls to the very tip of his penis, his knees nearly buckled. She had willingly licked him from stern to bow and was now going back down, this time with her head bent slightly sideways with a firm cross licking of his prick every two inches until she'd reached his balls again. And then she gave them a swirl of her tongue.
Diana face and chest brightened to a glowing red once more upon hearing the man moan aloud overhead. He put his hand on her bare shoulder to steady himself and this gave her an unexpected flush of gratification. She was calling the shots for now at least. The taste of him was musky, slightly tinny and salty, not what she expected and not even distasteful. She again gave his warm rod a long slow lick, this time up the right side of the man's cock, then on the left. She watched as his cock bobbed up and down with his increased pulse.
After taking a slow deep breath and working up some spit, she opened wide and took him within her mouth. Her warm tongue pressed along the underside of his cock as her lips sealed around its middle and gently pulled her head back. She left a bright sheen of saliva all along the length of him as the long, hard muscle slowly was released from her mouth. And then she went at him again, wider and deeper this time, her lips clamping firmly around the base of his member before she began to pull back.
Actaeon's heart soared. He had waited a longtime for this and it was happening! His cock now rested in the one and only Wonder Woman's mouth. In a wonderfully tight, form-fitting gown of ridiculous expense, with her strong hands holding onto the back of his thighs and squeezing him through the fabric of his pants, the Champion of All Women was down on her knees at his crotch doing her best to please him with a blow job she seemed more than eager to give.
For her part, Diana could feel Actaeon's very pulse through her sensitive lips. It was fast and steady. And the cock in her mouth seemed almost to have a secondary beat of its own, bobbing in some kind of syncopated time to the rush of his blood through his veins. She could taste a dribble of pre-cum on her tongue already. It was not the horrendous experience she had expected. It was warm and salty with a tang of something she couldn't place. She pulled away from him and licked around the head of his penis, tasting more of the sticky essence oozing from the tiny slit there. Wonder Woman then felt his hands gently caress her hair, gently urging her to continue. She complied, not simply because of the pressure on the back of her head but because she wanted to reassert her control of him
Suckling firmly she pressed her face toward the man, her forehead against his lower belly firmly as her nose disappeared into the man's fly. His length was fully into her mouth and brushing into the environs of her throat. She gulped him and her throat contracted. As with the dancing Diana felt his hand grasp her head to show her the way, but this time she was doing the leading, even though his fingertips were clutching her skull. She felt him trying to control the speed but she was going at her own pace and the hands on her head were not fighting her in the least. They were holding on to her like a child holds onto a roller coaster bar, sometimes tight and fearful, other moments loose and enjoying the ride. Diana could feel his length slipping back and forth against her lips and in her throat. It was a unique sensation, and surprisingly pleasurable. She sped up the pace and found she enjoyed this. Her lips tingled and her throat felt relaxed and delighted as the front end of his shaft brushed against its walls again and again. It wasn't even a chore to her. Diana breathed through her nose as she'd heard once was the way to do it and she simply commanded the moment.Actaeon was moaning steadily now and his legs were shaking with tension and delight.
There in the moonlight on an open terrace, Wonder Woman gave Actaeon her first blow job. Her angelic face and nose bobbed steadily in and out of his crotch as his hard fleshy tool disappeared and reappeared over and over in the soft glow of electric sconces nearby. Actaeon wanted this to last forever but this was the realization of a fantasy and that was simply not to be. Diana felt him stiffen on a downbeat, her nose buried in his pants. She braced herself and his seed jettedhotly into her mouth. She felt him change his stance to keep from falling.The taste was again salty slightly metallic. His second spray followed the track of his first, right to the back of her throat. She swallowed a second time and felt him buck a few times against her face sending residual final spurts into her mouth. Then, after a moment, she felt him pull her hair back, and she let the cock, rapidly going flaccid, drop from her lips.
She looked up from his crotch, a tiny drop of white in the corner of her mouth that she was unaware of. It was the perfect confirmation of his successful evening. And then he smiled, not cruelly but gently, whispering to her "…uhmm…you got it out….put it away when you're done."
She blushed slightly again but took him in her fingers and placed him back in his pants and zipped him up.
He helped her up and took her gently by the arm and led her back to her room. "Thank you for the evening," he said gently to her. "I will leave you now."
Diana held onto his hand as he started to turn away. "You…could stay the night, Mr. Davies."
He smiled at her, and bent forward to kiss her on the cheek. "Are you inviting me to your bed?"
It took her a moment to answer. "It…IS your right under our agreement…Just please don't…"
He silenced her with a squeeze of his hand and his other covering hers. "Shhhh….this was something I wanted to do. Tonight was a gift…for both of us. I will see you in the morning."
Ok. For those of you who read, my PURPOSE in this story is to show writes out there, who believe that the heroine MUST get away or you run out of things to write, That their premise is flawed. I am TIRED of Campy stories.
I also try to NOT just write MY kinks. Usually I try to include 50% of stuff *I* like, 25% of something new, and 25% of something YOU suggested. (IF you will WRITE me). The Seduction at the end was the suggestion of one of my Friends "Tara" who had an awesome idea. I have not done a lot of romance, I hope I pulled it off believably, please let me know (and any suggestions on how you would improve it).
I am also going to make a request of YOU….
As much as I enjoy writing, being a writer has ONE drawback. I get no surprises; I already know the plot and the outcomes as I write. I have tried to commission other writers, but so far, I pay them but they write THEIR kinks...not MY ideas.
If there is a write out there, who would like to try writing FOR me, contact me.
Also I like to get on the Instant messengers, and ROLE play… The major problem is, most do not want to put ANY effort into it (hey role play what *I* want, but the moment I ask for what *I* want they leave with a comment about "Why should I role play what You want…I don't like it).
My Current Interests are Teenage Mutant ninja Turtles, and the "Eragon" books (where the bad guys can win) I have many other interests but you'd need to contact me so We can explore mutual interests…
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