Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 21
In the dimness of the Washington, D.C. mansion, Wonder Woman stood naked at the foot of Actaeon's bed, his clothing in her arms, while the mercenary hunter softly snored. His rape of her had released the tension of his day. The air felt cool against Diana's skin as she stood completely naked. The mahogany hardwood floor felt smooth under her bare feet and she could feel the monster's seed and her own juices on the soft shaved lips of her sex between her legs. Her Wonder Woman uniform remained encased in the unbreakable sealed box above his bed. Frustration and anguish shocked her, as a tear ran down her cheek. He had taken her again, and now she was to be his maid before reporting back to her rapist's bed, he was intent on impregnating her.
The feel of Actaeon's clothes against her bare skin, the threads of fine silk sliding against her exposed flesh made her cringe. She closed her hands bitterly around the delicate fabric and crushed it in her fist, raising her arms and throwing them forcefully on the floor with a soft thud, followed by her bare feet padding as she strode from the bedroom to toward Actaeon's private shower. This MONSTER could not be allowed to do this to her, she vowed she would find a way to stop him; she would NOT be the mother of his child.
In the shower, she let the hot water course over her, nearly scalding. No matter how hard she scrubbed, how much soap and water she used, she could not feel clean. Centuries of virginity and this…simple man…had been riding her like a mare from the Kentucky Derby. Try as she might she could not get the memory of his seed pulsing, unwanted into her body, his grunt of bestial pleasure as he once again triumphed in his rape and cast his semen into her unprotected womb, nor the shame of the powerful, unwanted climax she herself experienced. Even now, the burning feeling of the pleasure he forced on her, burned hotter then the water over her skin and she squeezed her eyes closed trying to forget. She tried to focus on her nipples and her clit, which still ached from their piercing.
Stepping from the shower, she took a clean towel and dried herself, a terrycloth robe hung on the door and she was tempted to put it on, but the memory of Algiers flooded her mind. She hated herself for her weakness. It was late, few were in the house, she could indulge in her modesty and put on the robe, and no one would know…but if he had one of them damned cameras, or someone saw her any way other than naked, he would punish her. He would take pleasure in doing it, it would arouse him and once hard he would bed her again and try and conceive with her. So she departed the shower, as naked as she had entered. She paused in front of the mirror, her dark brown areole stood out from her breasts which swayed un fettered, her hips swaying as she walked.
She wanted to think, there was no WAY she was going to do that bastards laundry like a common domestic housewife. She walked the hallway, a hand woven wool Persian runner crushed under her feet, the highly polished hard wood floor visible on either side. Her hand ran along the bannister as she passed two cages. A bird cage hung from the vaulted ceiling, A naked Hawkwoman inside, hooded like a falcon, sleeping standing on a "perch". She was unwashed and the milky white seed of her young rapist was plastered all over her groin mixed wither own juices, and Diana felt a flash of desire through her own thighs. Further, on the floor, caged, muzzled, exhausted, lay a huge tawny lioness. Sheena, Jungle Princess. Above her, the stuffed carcass of Sheena's animal totem, the lioness who had raised Sheena in the jungle, taken by Actaeon and now his trophy. They were ALL, all of them, his trophies.
Diana moved down the stairs. The mansion was empty, the revelers each asleep in their beds, they had been so sexually sated…undoubtedly dreaming of their conquests. She came to the Senator's room, unbidden opening the door…within President Perino lay bound hand and foot in her Holstein cow body paint, a harness about her head kept her face pressed to his groin, his cock in her mouth as she gagged and suckled quietly as her rival slept soundly.. Even without her belt. Diana could go from room to room and snap each one of their necks, but one mis step, one missed trap or alarm, and she would lose it all, and paradise Island would be destroyed. For all she knew there were failsafe orders to destroy her lands if they did not report in, and without her girdle, bracelets and Tiara, she would never warn them in time. In the end she quietly closed the door leaving the U.S. President with her rivals cock in her mouth for the night.
Diana passed a single guard on patrol. The man openly admired her, his trousers' tenting, Diana only nodded to him, he licked his lips and nodded back but said nothing. The Grandfather clock chimed, striking quarter past two in the morning. Diana considered what she would do. With her temper subsiding, the hopelessness of everything caved in on her. Her time would come, but she would have to bide her time. Burning with shame, she mounted the stairs and returned to Actaeon's bedroom. She looked at the bed, the sheets where she had lain while he had taken liberties with her where he slept soundly. Diana picked up his clothes, and could smell his scent. In the dark night, she collected all the towels, from each of the guest's rooms, and descended into the basement. Once there she saw a galvanized tub and washboard. In the dark night a single light in the basement of the mansion showed a naked woman scrubbing clothes and towels and hanging them to dry.
She found fresh linen, and gathered them, each bathroom had its own motif, and she matched them, so that when the guests woke, they would find everything fresh and ready for them. Her last duty, feeling bone tired, was to lay out Actaeon's suit on the clothes valet, and to polish his shoes. When she finished it was 3am, and she had to wake him at six. She considered sleeping on the floor, anything to stay away from him, but she was sore, tired, and humiliated. She lifted the down comforter and slipped between the silk sheets. She felt the welcome warmpth of his body as the soft bed took her weight, the hunter responded even in his sleep, spooning his firm body against her back, his hand slipping naturally between her thighs to cup her mound in his firm calloused hand. Diana initially went ridged a board, but she could not keep it up, soon she felt sleep take her, her body relaxing back into the intimate cuddle, her last thought of Actaeon's cheek gently against her bare shoulder.
Diana's amazon sense of time jolted her awake, she was still groggy, she had not had enough sleep, but she looked at the large grandfather clock. 5:55 AM. She felt wet between her thighs, realizing Actaeon's hand still remained possessively on her cunt, and with a familiarity of ownership, his fingers had slipped between the soft folds unbidden to explore her in her sleep. Pushing herself upright, she lifted the blankets. Actaeon was still sound asleep on his side, under the covers he was as naked as she was, and she shuddered thinking what that would mean in the next 4 min. With him lying there, unaware, Diana wiped the sleep from her eyes, beginning to move so she could comply with his order but she took a moment to consider the well-endowed hunter. Uncircumcised laying there with no malice, no agenda, the British man was a magnificent specimen of humanity. A flat firm abdomen with little body fat, strong swimmer thighs, and even soft he hung at least 7 inches, his curly pubic hair surrounded it, and his soft scrotum, slight moist shimmered looking large walnut size. The revere was broken when Diana felt her own glossy raven hair fall across her cheeks as she leaned down to Actaeon's groin and used her tongue to fish up the fleshy member, pressing soft red lips to the side she suckled to gently slip the tip into her mouth and take him to his root. At that moment, Diana knew she was in fact, his slave, but facts change. She got a brief flash of satisfaction as she heard him moan, felt him moved as he awoke, his length engorging in her mouth and his hand going to the back of her head. Somewhere above her, as the grandfather clock began to strike six she heard.
"Good girl"
Actaeon awoke feeling something warm and slippery on his cock, looking down all he saw was the heroine's bare hips in the air, her toes pointed as she knelt on the bed, a bulge under the blankets as her tongue slipped between his foreskin and his glans. He allowed himself a moment to stretch, his hands behind his head and just enjoy the defeated heron's devotions as his length extended down her throat. Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pressed down firmly, enjoying her gag reflex a moment, as he suspected it took just a moment for her to control it and open her throat so he was thrust down her throat, her tongue extending to lap the bottom of his Scrotum.
"You cagey little minx" he said with a smile "you trying to get me to climax in your gullet so I don't bloody well knock you up"
Diana quickly registered Actaeon's unique scent as he pushed her nose into the silken curly pubic hairs, before he pulled his mouth off him and grasped her by her hips. "That comes AFTERWORDS princess." He chuckled.
Her gambit unsuccessful, Diana was left with no choice except to allow him to guide her hips, he used her knee's to nudge the downy comforter off his lower body and had her knees straddle his body, kneeling high.
He gazed up at her as she hovered above his groin, hands on her smooth a white hips. Her hair was disheveled and mussed from her sleep, her bright blue eyes puffy with sleep. Her firm breasts swayed like Jell-O as she moved, unhidden from his gaze, her narrow waste, and between her legs, her soft pouting pussy lips, a single warm slippery drop of golden fluids landed on his scrotum as her body anticipated its penetration. Actaeon loved the way the soft outer labia clung to each other like a curtain veil, meant to block light but not an arm reaching between them. His full erection lay against his stomach, not pointed at her cunt, and she got a momentary confused look as she gazed down at him expecting him to take her. Instead, Actaeon leaned back against the headboard, arms behind his head, raising one eyebrow. Diana watched him touch a button and a camera dropped from the ceiling.
"What is that for?" She asked confused
Actaeon smiled one day our child will want to know how babies are made, you have heard of videotaping the birth in the delivery room? I want to be able to show him the moment of his conception and how his mother responded.
Diana silently cursed him, he was going to make her, impregnate herself and document it. There was a brief flash of defiance, but now was not the time, her long slender fingers reached own to take his firm member, she could feel his pulse rate in her palm, she gave a gentle tug, hoping she might cause him to shoot off early, but he simply smiled that handsome smile at her. She gently pulled his erection upwards and pressed his tip against the cleft of her bare lips, working it right and left to spread the outer labia and allow the slippery inner labia to kiss his glans. Diana's head went to the elaborately hand carved mahogany door, where were the other heroes…where was the one who always arrived before this happened to interrupt…
Actaeon allowed her the look, and felt her pulse quicken as the door clicked and opened. Naked carrying a tray, Hawkwoman entered and set the tray with juice down, if she saw the couple in bed she gave no indication as she left she glanced up and gave a knowing smile, closing the door. Diana heard her friend lock the door.
Now at the moment of truth, Diana swallowed and lowered herself, causing Actaeon's cock to slide and disappear within her body as she ground her hips down rubbing their two pubic mounds together as Actaeon's length now pressed directly against her cervix.. Diana blushed as her pussy ran juices down his shaft, and his scrotum onto the bed like a squeezed orange and Diana felt the spike of pleasure as his flesh dragged itself along her pierced clit.
Still with his hands behind his head, Actaeon arched up to meet her, feeling his length sheath within her. Her pussy stretched as it opened into an oval to admit the males length within her, the rings thru her outer labia causing another sensation that Diana had never experienced before, the surprise caused her vaginal muscles to contract pleasantly snugging around her rapist's cock. Diana took a moment to swallow hard, and compose herself, she realized she got one pleasure, there was one thing she could control. She kept her muscles tight as she raised herself slowly up onto her knees, pulling the man out to his dip and pausing before dropping back down hard and fast to sheath him again, his length battering her cervix again.
Actaeon watched in amazement as his amazon mare performed, she started with a simple rhythm, letting her body weight dropping as she relaxed her muscles, only to clamp them back around his length like a slippery velvet glove as she slowly raised herself. Actaeon moaned as he anticipated her drop to thrust up, but as soon as the amazon warrior realized she changed, thrusting down before moving her hips right, left, and gyrating in a circle as she teased his length without pulling it from her body, her breasts swayed as her disheveled hair looked wild.
Actaeon's eyes crossed as he felt this new pattern, welcoming the sensation, his pre leaked heavily as she served him, causing their union to develop a soft white foam, the scent of sex heavy in the bedroom. Actaeon's breaths came in ragged gasps, and he reached out to grasp the blankets groaning, watching a smirk appear on the woman's face. She leaned down and kissed him savagely, thrusting her tongue into his moth savagely as the tip slipped back to caress his tonsils as she took control of his mouth.
Actaeon struggled in pleasure beneath her, she had changed up her pattern again and he could not anticipate her, feeling her silken breasts press against his chest as her hands held his face firmly, her lips sucking at his lower lips before she released it, and with a malicious grin shook her long black hair right and left.
"Oh Christ Diana, that's….I can't hold…" Actaeon caught the look of triumph on Wonder Woman's face that is what she wanted, the sex on HER terms; she would deny him his victory by bringing him to climax and denying him the satisfaction and triumph of her climax against her will.
Actaeon reached up weakly pressing at her chest "Diana…Hummnf! Wait…AH!"
As he pushed Diana ground down hard against his pelvis, he again bottomed out against her cervix, he was all the way in, she knew he would like this…she had him on the ropes and she had no intention of letting him off. Like a predatory she wolf, she leaned in, running her tongue up his chest along his neck and to his mouth, before planting another crushing kiss. Within her body she could feel his pulse quickening his length throbbing, just a little more and she would have her small victory. As he tried to slow her she covered his mouth with hers, and her tongue dominated his pressing against his cheek as she swallowed his saliva.
Actaeon couldn't speak and had no leverage to push her off him, every time he tried to concentrate, to hold out, she changed tactics, running her sharp nails across his back like a she cat, he whimpered, She had him close but he was sure he was close too, he needed to win this…. He struggled desperately against the pleasure.
Diana leaned down looking at him with a "come hither" look and leaned in licking his ear lobe gently with the tip of her tongue and whispered "Cum" grinding down against his tip, fully sheathing him with a look of triumph.
Actaeon felt his control crumble, with his length ground against the amazon cervix; he began to climax, pulsing heavily as he painted her cervix with his milky white seed. He had one last desperate gamble before his mind shut down. One secret weapon he had used before, if she had anticipated it he would lose, as his first stream of semen pulsed within her unprotected body his left hand lid up gently tracing her inner thigh until his thumb slipped under her clit ring making a delicate circle around the tiny nub, expertly avoiding the sensitive ring.
Actaeon watched as the look of triumph turned into a fascinating mix of despair and pleasure as the Amazon let out a long low husky "Humm N..noooo" and he felt her inner muscles convulse against him, her cervix contracting as if to pull his fertile seed further in. The Amazon, crouched like a lioness trembled as the orgasm pulsed thru her body, the 2 lovers experiencing a mutual climax. Actaeon was able to lift his arms, sliding them around her hips and dragging her forward, holding himself within her as his thick semen pulsed again and again.
For action Time stood still, he had been with many women, and it had been decades since he had experienced a climax this powerful. When next he was aware, he was still lying in bed, he had no idea how long he was out, below him, weeping softly, Diana crouched, he felt the warm slippery sensation of her mouth and tongue against him as she suckled and lapped their combined juices from his cock. It took him several moments to catch his breath; he felt weak…his first action to reach down and life Diana's chin.
The woman's hair was still wild, unkempt, she looked exhausted and tears ran down her face, she slowly lifted her blue eyes to his "I… I couldn't…I wasn't supposed to…."
Acton brushed her longhair to the side leaning in to kiss her forehead I know" she smiled. And felt her go limp. She had passed out.
Slowly Diana became aware. She felt weak…but rejuvenated, as if all the tension and stress had left her body. She opened her eyes expecting to be in some dungeon, but instead, she was still in Actaeon's bed. The clock was just chiming 9 AM. She had been out for at least 3 hours.
She looked down, the red comforter was over her, she was propped up on pillows, she was still naked, still sweaty… She heard a noise and Actaeon was wearing the clothes she had put out, he was finishing buttoning his cuff links, each one a pure gold "W" and he smiled "Good morning.
Diana held her head trying to clear the cobwebs "Wha…"
Actaeon approached the bed, and set down a silver platter across her, with fresh fruits, breads, and honey.
"Breakfast in bed?" she asked incredulously as she sat up, the blankets falling to reveal her bare breasts. "I thought, you would have me strung up?
Actaeon reached out to caress her cheek "Good heavens, what a thought… why would you think that?"
Diana tried the food, she found herself incredibly hungry "I…I was trying to piss you off.
Actaeon laughed and caressed her bare shoulder "Well if that is true I hope you try ore often….My dear Diana, I do not want you to always fear me, nor do I want a mechanical doll that lays there like a bleeding trout. If you do THAT, THEN you must fear me, after all...if I get bored, I go looking for my own pleasure.
Wonder Woman frowned "you keep SLAVES, you treat me like property"
Actaeon nodded in acknowledgement "And the sooner you accept that the sooner you can see the BENEFITS of such an arrangement." He chuckled "I can't WAIT till our son is old enough to see THAT video….
Diana glared at him and finished her meal.
"Right now get out of bed, get a shower, and get ready, you're late for work." Actaeon smiled.
Diana looked up "WHAT?"
The hunter pointed to the clock "its quarter after 9, yer supposed to me at the NSA at 9. Don't worry I have a good relationship with Mr. Fox, as does senator Rubio.
Wonder Woman left from bed, feeling Actaeon's bare hand slap her right butt cheek as she moved to the display case with her Wonder Woman Uniform "I am supposedto be on PROPBATION, He can't know *I* am here it will look like I am deliberately in contempt." She looked at the display case "well open this up."
Actaeon now grew serious "Mr Fox knows all about our LITTLE arrangement, and no Diana, you have a business outfit in the dressing room, the uniform is mine. Now before you leave…come here and bend over."
Diana grew hostile "YOU said I could continue to be Wonder Woman! Provided I do not do strike three!"
Actaeon nodded "that's right, but you are now also MY slave, you will have to ASK to have that, and once your mission is done, you are to return it to me, and be thankful I trust you THAT far.
Diana clenched her fists; Mr. Fox was part of this? It made sense, she had been aware of every move that Diana had made, He had had her demoted, he HAD to know about her compromised security access…yet he had not confronted her. "What if there is an emergency, and I don't have time to get back her and ASK you?"
Actaeon shrugged "I guess you will have to hope your OTHER friends are around."
Diana growled "That's not what we agreed…"
Actaeon gave her a disapproving look "Listen YOU betrayed your word not me, you betrayed me once, and hurt my organization, and tried to have ME arrested, maybe in the future, IF you prove yourself later, I may give you the privilege back, if that's not acceptable we can always go to just making you my full time slave."
Wonder Woman gave a longing look to her uniform and her shoulders dropped "No…"
Actaeon waited "No what?"
"No Sir.."
"wanna try again?
No…MASTER.
Actaeon nodded "Good, I will give you time to adapt, but not much, you will address me as Master, or your lord, I expect you to go to work, and after return here, remove your clothes and care for my property until I get home, after all we have a child to conceive.
Diana ground her teeth but finally said Yes…master."
Now get OVER here and bend over."
Diana moved grudgingly expecting a spanking, what she got was much more shocking. From behind she felt Actaeon's firm gentle fingers fingering her outer labia, bent over as she was she could not see but it felt like he was…weaving?"
Actaeon seemed to be having some problems until her sex began to drip from the arousal of having her privates touched, and after such pleasure…she blushed but when he was down she stood and looked in the mirror…He had threaded a LOCK around her outer labia, and thru her piercings.
"Why did you do THAT!? She said blushing as her pussy was essentially locked closed.
Actaeon smiled "I do not trust you Diana, I would not put it past you, to make love with someone, ANYONE else, to make sure there is a question or you do not have MY son." He placed the key in his vest pocket Special key, this way I know."
Diana pounded her fist on the wall after he left, she had nothing left to do but to get dressed.