Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 24
Diana spent the rest of the day helping Daniel move his desk into her office while moving her own belongings from what was her solid cherry wood desk into the run down metal desk in the outer office where she would be Daniel's secretary. As good as his word, he kept Diana in on all the latest intelligence updates, but as Diana looked out the window, she thought she saw Huntress slink by in the alley below and felt a pang of desperation that she could not join in the crime fighting. Actaeon Davies had her magic girdle, her bracelets, and magic lasso in a trophy case. The same place he was likely to put her, Actaeon put great stock in trophies, and a part of her wondered if she would not be better off that way, some rich male's trophy.
Diana managed to keep her modesty hidden all day, sitting at a desk no one could see up her skirt that she had no panties and that her sex had been locked closed, she did not even have control over her own body, if she had wanted a romantic interlude she would have to ask Actaeon for permission. She was courageous, and she was not out of fight, but it was wearing her down. She could feel the drafts of air on her bare sex, which felt at the same time refreshingly free and humiliating, as she could not abide by the social standards.
When the end of the workday arrived, Diana found she would have to walk back to Actaeon's mansion, as he had not given her any money for bus, cab, or train fare, and she did not want to ask Daniel let alone have him drive her back to Actaeon's.
After a long walk, she found herself standing outside the granite steps. Diana closed her eyes bracing herself, when she entered she was to be Actaeon's sex toy again, and this time the gloves were off, Actaeon was having at her with complete abandon and no contraceptives, he would not stop until she was gravid with his child. She kept hearing Daniel's words.
"Diana do NOT go back to Actaeon, I cannot protect you if you do."
She had no choice, too many lives were at stake, she mounted the steps and entered. Within the Foyer, Sheena's lion stood there, the magnificent lioness that had suckled and raised Sheena, now stuffed and posed. She remembered seeing Sheena bound to the stuffed lioness so one of the hunters could screw the jungle queen's brains out with her own silver magic necklace secured around the stuffed lioness's neck. By Zeus they had screwed her brains out, by the time they were done, Sheena was out cold drooling from both ends and they had joined each other in a toast over her.
It was quiet in the mansion; Diana looked along at the ornately carved wooden staircase, the marble floors, the expensive silk and wool rugs and tapestries, most depicting Athena turning the hunter Actaeon into her stag. Diana sighed; she knew what she should do. Much as she didn't want to she began to disrobe, unbuttoning her Jacket and then her top, she folded them placing them on a chair as her firm breasts swung free the cool air striking the slightly sweaty breasts as they pouted with gravity pulling them down. She hated how her nipples stiffened against her will causing her fairly new gold nipple rings to pull painfully. Wonder Woman took a moment to caress herself, lifting the firm mamaries in her hands, she used her thumb to flick the nipple rings. They were healing after their piercing, but they were still sore and sensitive especially after having been confined pressed against the fabric of her blouse and now her bare breasts were in plain sight for anyone in the mansion to see or grope.
Next, she kicked off her shoes, and the skirt followed. Diana began to worry, this was getting entirely too casual, she could feel herself beginning to accept this as normal, she could not help it, being naked constantly and having every person in the world not only able to look at her private charms but touch her intimately. Her garter belt and nylons were last, she was now naked as the day she had been born. She used her fingers to gingerly explore her own tender neither lips, the lock preventing her from spreading her own lips down there but the sensation made her wet and she had to use the crook of her finger to wipe the bare lips and then wipe her finger on the carpet so it did not drip down her leg. It was a rare moment for Diana, envy of a male, whose arousal stood proudly while a woman's arousal resulted in her making a wet mess of her crotch.
With a sigh, she looked up the stairs and reached for the smooth wooden railing to ascend to the second floor. Her bare feet felt the wool runner as she climbed. She found herself thankful that there was no one to watch her from behind as her smooth bare ass clenched alternately with the movement of her legs. At the top of the stairs she paused, to the left she could hear someone tapping on a keyboard and figured she might as well see whom it was first. When she walked into the room, she saw Brad sitting behind a computer with a controller playing "Xcom" he was clad in a simple pair of cutoff jeans, and sat playing the game. When she entered, he glanced up
"Oh hey Wonder titties" he smiled reaching out to cup her left breast briefly, feeling it's weight in his palm as his thumb brushed her nipple flipping the nipple ring up. Diana felt how warm his hand was, the calluses on his hand, she wanted to slap the young man but stood with her jaw set.
Looking around, the large birdcage that he normally locked Shayera in was empty, and the cage door was open. Shayera's uniform and mace sat in its display case over Brad's bed as his trophy and they appeared alone. "What Happened to Shayera? You letting her stretch her wings?"
Bard smiled lot looking up and crooked his finger "not exactly" he leaned back as he shot an alien motioning for Wonder Woman to step behind the desk.
Diana moved and came up short with a gasp. Beneath Brad's desk, knelt the scarlet haired Thanagarian, her wrists were bound by her wrists and elbow behind her back, and two leather belts had been affixed to her upper wings securing them to themselves. The naked Hawk Woman's ankles were crossed and tied with a snow white braided nylon cord and a line went from her wrists to the underside of the desk so as she knelt her upper body was forced to the floor so her face was low to the ground her wrists pulled up to the underside of the desk. Bound as she was, Shayera got a beautiful close up view of Brad's bare feet. At that, exact moment the athletic redhead had her nose pressed against the bottom of brad's left foot with her nose right in the crook of his toes just before the ball of his foot. What was worse, Shayera was not just licking and suckling on the young man's feet, she was going at it like an over excited dog, her tongue sliding in and out rapidly between brad's toes and across sole of his foot as she panted and pressed her face harder against the underside of his unwashed foot. The once proud woman's red tongue emerged again and again between his toes only to slip back into her mouth to swallow. She panted loudly thru her nose as she lapped with excitement, her red lips nuzzling as if worshiping at the temple of her god. Brad did not seem to even take notice the service the beautiful woman performed. The man took her totally for granted and Shayera seemed completely ok with that.
Diana's emotions immediately went to war, on one level repulsed, on another aroused, on still another curious. "Brad you're REALLY sick you know that?"
Brad chuckled without looking up "Damned right, as for Chicken woman down there, you may as well just accept that she will never be a hero again, she's MY bird, I finished her off while you were at work." He twisted as he destroyed another enemy on screen, pushing his foot more firmly in Shayera's face.
Diana watched amazed as the Hawk Woman continued under the desk kissing and nuzzling with an incredible enthusiasm. "H…How do you get her to do that, Shayera was one of the proudest women I ever knew."
Brad grinned, "It's amazing what a bat computer can do with my cybernetics, and if you don't behave it can work on you as well."
Diana could not take her eyes away "Tell me you at least washed your feet first."
Brad threw a pencil at Wonder Woman "get lost wonder cow, what would I need this woman for if I had already washed my feet, besides I adjusted her perceptions, she thinks it tastes like chocolate."
Diana could only watch the naked winged woman as she acted the obedient dog to the young man. Brad's right foot already coated with saliva, Wonder Woman could not think of anything to do for now but to comply, leaving Shayera to serve at his feet, what bothered her was, a part of her was still aroused and began to reason that…it could be worse.
Walking back out to explore the mansion, she left the panting helpless woman to her fate and began exploring rooms. She retrieved her work clothes and started for the laundry. She saw the kitchen, and imagined she would soon be cooking meals. She nervously considered her own flat belly, wondering what it would be like to be pregnant, maybe chained to this stove. If she behaved she could get out of this, but that went against her every principle, she was a warrior, even if Brad had finally clipped Shayera's wings for good.
Walking thru the bedroom that Actaeon had bedded her in last night, she entered an adjoining room, what she saw at first made her stomach turn. This had to be Actaeon's trophy room. Her own uniform, boots Tiara everything, stood in the center as the centerpiece. Next to it were 15 or 20 other cases. Diana went to the case to the right of hers, within it there was a jet-black leotard, with a feline mask, the plaque at the feet of the costume read "Black Panthress, My first, bagged September 1st1979. What bothered her was right next to it was what appeared to be a human skeleton, except the skull had a feline muzzle and features. The tag read "Black Panthress." The Case to the left had crimson cape and a cat suit, the tag at the feet read "Miss Fury, bagged December 7th 1980" Diana remembered her, a heroine from WWII that had gone missing and was thought retired.
Diana walked in further, and the 12-foot ceiling showed an entire 20-foot wall that was covered in wooden plaques, on each plaque was tacked and preserved, a pair of women's silk panties…. Once again, her own blue silk panties were the centerpiece. She walked closer; each pair including her own had a dried pink moisture stain on the crotch, with the date. There engraved for anyone to see was her virgin blood and the date he had raped her.
A cultured basso voice with an English accent sounded behind her "Enjoying my trophy room?"
The naked Diana turned around to see Actaeon Davies standing in a 3-piece suit and holding her golden lasso, beside him, a mature woman clad in a fox stole and light brown silk evening dress, her throat covered in diamonds. "These are…all your trophies? Your conquests?"
The woman advanced on Wonder Woman looking her up and down like a predatory cat "Yes" Actaeon nodded "heroines, beauty Queens, movie stars, it's want I do, I am a Trophy hunter."
"And the skeleton…GAH!" Diana started to turn and froze feeling the warm small hands of the olive skinned young woman on her ass, the woman deliberately digging her nails into the smooth skin as she shook her own mane of long black hair that wend down her back.
Actaeon smiles "Yes that is Panther Woman, and yes I killed her, she was my first, it was a hit put on by her nemesis, my first big pay." He signed, "I killed her, I was a hunter and she was a panther, I hunted her just that way. After I shot her, as you see she had a glossy black satin pelt. She was unconscious, and I removed her costume. I made sure the wound was open and flowing, as I mounted her, she had been a virgin you know, but I was making sure she did not LEAVE the world that way." He smiled reminiscing "It was an odd experience, the first time your natural instinct is to stop the bleeding, even shot during the sex her heart rate increased, speeding her demise. I remember how arousing it was to make love to a woman who did not incessantly talk, who did not expect a climax or dinner. I climaxed like a fire hose as she took her last breath " He chuckled "Yes, I had her virginity before she passed away, what is really funny is, she was so feline like, I took her body right out with a kill tag for a real panther, her disappearance was not even investigated. However, while I am a murderer, I found I still have nightmares from time to time. That's when I got into slavery, I never killed again."
"So you're a Murderer as well as a rapist." Diana said, her anger smoldering as she looked back to the brave woman's skeleton on display "You won't get away with it you know, Do you murder…EEP!" She stopped suddenly as the young woman in front of her openly brought both hands up and mauled her breasts, Diana winced as she twisted and moved the sensitive nipple rings hooking her finger in them and pulling so her heavy breasts formed two stretched cones pulled up by the other woman.
"So you're Wonder Woman huh? What a disappointment, MINE are better than these! Are they even REAL?" she said digging her long red nails into Diana's pale white skin cruelly.
Diana gave a shove sending the woman back several steps, she went to move when she heard Actaeon yell "Damn it you stupid cuntface, you KNOW the rules!" then he continued with a deadly calm "And I am JUST about out of patience"
Diana hated it, but she stopped and stood still. The woman came up and gave her a SHARP *SLAP* across her face "I am your BETTER bitch, if I want to MAUL these," she said again gripping Diana's breasts firmly "Then you stand there and let me."
Wonder Woman was forced to lower her hands, clasping one wrist firmly behind her back just above her bare ass.
Once Wonder Woman had returned to passivity, Actaeon went on as if nothing had happened "Get away with it? Oh give me a break, Look around you; I have gotten away with it for years. Don't worry, Panther woman was from my youth, I found out rather quickly there are BETTER things to do with a woman. See that set of panties? Whitteny Huston, everyone thought she drown in a tub. Amazing what you can do with the right connections. The right pay offs to the right coroners, or perhaps a few nights with a fantasy girl. Mrs. Huston is right this moment renamed "Bambi" and is a house servant nigger for a KKK Grand dragon on some island off china. The guy made a whole 1800's plantation just to show her her place." He smiled "Anastasia, come over here please"
Giving a mock pout, the young women, who looked to be about ½ Actaeon's age, moved over to stand beside Actaeon.
Actaeon pulled out the molecular key to the case "Anastasia, how would you like to be Wonder Woman for a bit?"
Squealing with excitement, the young women snatched the key and went over to open the trophy case.
Diana took a step "Please… that's sacred, only the chosen one may wear it!"
Actaeon shook his head, crooking his finger to Wonder Woman as he took a seat on a black horsehair davenport "The chosen one IS wearing it the one I have chosen, now come here." He retrieved the small key to the lock on her genitals,
Diana reluctantly moved to stand in front of the British trophy hunter as he gazed up at her smooth naked body, the exposed lips of her sex at his eye level. "Hands behind your back" he said and she felt his warm fingers gently reach out to press between her thighs and gently pull the lock away from her skin. Diana felt him moving between her legs his fingers contacting the silken soft flesh. There was a pop and she felt the lock open and Actaeon pulled the hasp out freeing her sex, but his fingers remained, caressing the inner labia with the familiarity of ownership
Actaeon chuckled "You're really wet Diana, you're dripping down your own thighs."
Diana blushed as she looked over, the sharply young woman had already shucked herself of every stitch of clothing and had Wonder Woman's Red White and Blue body suit and was sliding it up and on, the clothing fitting her perfectly. "Who is she?"
Actaeon smiled "That is Anastasia Kostenko, The Future Miss Universe and one of my future wives."
Diana swallowed bitterly and looked at the young woman as she set Wonder Woman's tiara on her head and reached for the Bracelets "How can you…love him? Don't you see this room? Look at what he is doing to me, when he's tired of you aren't you worried that he will sell YOU? Or put YOU in a trophy case?"
Anastasia pointed her toe and pushed it into the tall red boot that hugged the shapely calf of her leg, her cleavage pressed together nicely by the golden eagle on the front of the uniform "Oh come off it Wonder Woman, I love him and he loves me, I am not concerned with who he BEDS." She smiles sparing a glance at Actaeon as she stood and reached for Wonder Woman's golden girdle. "So long as he beds me too, my love is not centered around his exclusive use of me, around a physical act."
Diana turned to see Actaeon admiring her smooth bare hips his hands caressing down her outer thighs, his right hand moist from between her legs her golden lasso on the davenport beside him. "The power of Wonder Woman is nothing to just…play with."
Anastasia secured the golden girdle around her and looked up in surprise as she struck her "Wonder Woman" pose "O Bozhe moi! This really works! Actaeon look." The beautiful Russian woman walked over to a large marble statue of a horse that must weigh at least 2 tons, and lifted it with one hand without effort "I have her strength!"
Actaeon smiled "Anastasia, go outside and play, indulge yourself if you will…Diana and I have things to discuss."
Anastasia walked over to stand next to the naked Diana, her red boots clicking "May I have her lasso?"
Actaeon shook his head "I have use for it…" he smiled up at her "Run along" he swatted her in her blue satin bottom as Anastasia levitated and flew out of the room. His smile quickly faded and he pointed to his feet "Kneel" his hand reaching for her golden lasso.
Diana was about to protest, but when Actaeon ordered her to kneel she glared but slowly knelt. Actaeon began circling her throat with the warm supple line "Like a dog?" she gazed up coldly at him, feeling the influence of the golden line on her "I thought we had an agreement."
"So did I" Actaeon said coldly "Now let's see if you were really living up to it. Tell me Diana, do you understand the terms of our agreement?"
Diana felt herself compelled to tell the truth "Yes."
"And have you been living up to the spirit of our agreement? That you be my abject slave and conceive my child?"
"No" Diana blinked surprised at her own answer, and she had an instant of terror, if Actaeon used that as his…strike three.
Actaeon saw her realization, but gave no clue as to his thoughts, still holding Wonder Woman on her own lasso like a leashed bitch "What is your understanding of your status here?"
Compelled to answer, Diana heard herself saying, "I, am to be your sex slave, I am to allow any others to use me however they wish so long as it is not in my pussy, so that you're sure the child is yours. After that, I may be allowed to do more crime fighting but I am to stay available to whomever you direct. I am also supposed to focus on pleasing and pleasuring you."
Actaeon removed the lasso, "Do I need this anymore?"
Devastated and nervous, looking at the floor where she knelt Diana said softly "N…no Master."
"I am disappointed in you Diana, I have kept my word at every turn, it may have been to the letter of the agreement, but I kept it, whatever happened to that Amazon honor?" he chided her like an errant child.
"Did you really expect me to...just start acting the part of the slave? Master?" she blushed each time she said it."
"No I did not..." he turned suddenly and with a full open hand slapped Diana in the cheek her head jerking to the side and a red hand print stinging on her cheek. " I expected you to BE the slave not act like it. Until you have me arrested and MAKE your case you ARE my property, I OWN you." He said in a very quiet normal voice "I am tired of having to constantly correct you and having you do the minimum possible to get by."
Cold terror gripped her heart "you, are not going to attack Themyscira are you? They are innocent; they don't even know it is coming they are helpless… you can't just" she glanced at the skeleton of Black Panthress…"
Actaeon gave her a level gaze, one she could not read, "I could you know, throw you in my dungeon, maybe put you back on a Spanish horse of a sybian and just contact the Chinese government, your value goes up, last of the Amazons…and immortal, you may get me one day. I could have done that you know, punished you but….I will tell you what, I will hold off my decision depending on how you answer a few questions."
Diana stared up at the handsome male from where she knelt "Questions?"
Actaeon nodded "I expect you to answer quickly and honestly…If we started this night off over, when I walked in, what would you do."
Diana answered almost before he finished "Kiss your feet, just like Shayera, eagerly, let your woman see me serving you." She watched hopeful.
Actaeon nodded "uh hu…."
Diana looked more desperate, trying to think, "I could make love to Shayera for you and Brad, for your GUESTS, put on a real lesbian show, and then…offer myself to you."
Actaeon shook his head "Relax Diana," He took her magic lasso and handed it to her "put this around me and ask me about all of this and remember to ask if I will ever give you another chance, I want you to know I am not tricking you.
Diana looked suspicious like it was a trick, once she was in its power he could order him to reveal everything, but…what was his backup plan? What if he had something she did not think of? Nervously she looped the golden line around him "Would you have really destroyed all of my Amazon sisters?"
Actaeon nodded "Yes I would"
"If, If I do not give you my best effort, will I get another chance?'
Actaeon looked directly into her eyes "No, I am NOT going to ask you again."
Diana slipped her lasso off of the bounty hunter coiled it and handed it back to him."
Actaeon smiled down at her and cupped his hand under her chin "I expect from now on for you to be obedient, compliant, and GREATFUL. You will be proactive, creative, and you will show up for my bed every night. From now on, you had BETTER be completely enthusiastic in the sheets. Agreed?"
Diana felt relief sweep over her "Yes master, I promise…" though she hated herself she smiled and her hands went to the bounty hunter's fly, tugging it down she reached her long fingers inside, feeling the slightly moist cotton briefs. She blushed as she fumbled, trying to look eager as she tried to figure out how the front of the briefs opened, pulling the fabric, the wrong way at first then she figured it out and felt the warm moist fleshy skin between his legs. She moved her fingers around it and tugged gently as she felt him beginning to stiffen in an erection. She tugged gently so as not to hurt, feeling the firm organ bend until the 8 inches of his cock flopped out. Before he could even feel the air on his member, she pressed her mouth against the head, tasting the salt and reaching her hand to cup his firm ass to pull her face into his crotch. She used her lips to push the foreskin back as the cock slipped into her mouth, and she began to suckle like a nursing calf. Only this time she bobbed her head and moved aggressively, slipping her tongue into his breeches as she heard him chuckle. With each beat of his heart, she could feel his cock getting harder, extending deeper into her throat and she used her hands to caress his ass as she embraced his hips.
Once she had sucked him fully hard, she decided she had to really go all out, opening her throat and wrapping her hands around his firm flanks, she pulled her face in until his cock lodged down the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe with his cock lodged in her throat and she could feel his scrotum pressed up against her chin. With a groan, he grabbed her head and she found her nose pressed hard against his pubic bone as he began to face fuck her. She managed not to gag and would catch a breath as he pulled back only to thrust back down her throat, his hands holding her head as he throated her with a wild abandon, the foreskin pressing and slipping against her tonsils as she did her beast to suck and swallow. When he came, he pulled her face into his groin and held. Diana felt his orgasm pulsing into her throat, it was the first blowjob she had given where she did not have to taste the actual semen, and began to see why women allowed deep throating. This was apparently pleasant for the bounty hunter as he enjoyed the oral with her kneeling in the middle of his trophy room. By the time he was done her fingers were splayed and her head swimming as she could not breathe. When he finally pulled back, her stomach was full and she panted. Pausing to slide his cock back into her mouth and suckle firmly so her drool was not on his cock. Panting and licking her lips, then sliding her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, she looked up at him from under her eyebrows still holding on to his male organ.
"Thank you master" she said softly
Actaeon chuckled "when you're done with it put it away…"
Diana gave the softening length a few kisses and then, blushing gently returned it to inside his shorts and zipped his fly. "Feel better?"
Actaeon gave a sigh "Yea a lot less anxious, ready for your next lesson?"
Diana sat up listening. Actaeon pointed, "Kneel" when she knelt he nodded "Put that ass on your heels, that's it put the top of your foot on the floor, so anyone from behind can see your soles. Good , how spread your knees, wide….wider" he nodded "so anyone can see that cunt of yours ready for work, now eyes down...chest out so we can see them tits" he smiles "now place the back of your hands on your knees…good that's your at rest position, anytime you are waiting that's the position you will hold. Now let's see how well you listen. Stay girl I am going to go check on how Anastasia is doing with your outfit. I will see you tonight, we need you pregnant asap.
That said Actaeon walked out, leaving Wonder Woman kneeling naked on the floor of his trophy room.
Rome, Vatican City, Cardinal Emmitt walked the floor of St. Peter's Basilica on his way to the entrance to the catacombs. Clad in his red Biretta and his black Simar, he adjusted his scarlet red sash as he descended into the catacombs. Out of habit, he paused before the grave of St. Peter, the first pope, before continuing. He was headed to the Pope's secret chamber. In the past it was place where the Holy Father could find privacy and solitude, then later, a place where the inquisition was held.
The vault held many artifacts and relics from the time of the inquisition. It had taken Emmitt decades of manipulating the College of Cardinals, with the help of certain backer's. Some cardinals had been accused of molesting children, others had met with accidents. Some had been bought, he remembered the Cardinal of Rome, had "Redecorated" the rectory to the tune of 47 million dollars, complete with entertainment systems and indoor Olympic swimming pool, all done in the middle of a ghetto slum. All this to get the College ready to return to a more traditional role of the church, a role where women were put in their place.
that is how he got The current pope elected. Pope Innocent XIV, Emmitt chuckled, he had helped the young pontiff select his papal name. Ironic that Pope Innocent XIII had imposed the marriage ban and that pope Innocent VIII had instituted The Spanish inquisition. Emmitt chuckled, that sick bastard had even driven horses into the Vatican courtyard to watch his slaves copulate with mares, and that this pope, was fascinated by the Inquisition and was about to restore religious harems, even if he did not know it yet.
The Cardinal moved deeper into the dark catacombs, he knew he was coming closer to the Holy Fathers private chamber as he began to encounter Swiss Guard, clad in their traditional gaudy yellow and blue striped uniforms. Emmitt had manipulated the College to get him elected as well, the youngest pontiff in history, mainly a pious man, but one that had been raised chaste. He was young man, driven by hormones but who was curious about the touch of a woman, who was passionate about the need for penance and conversion to the Catholic faith. It made him a perfect choice, after the previous popes had "reformed" the church, allowing women more access to rank within the church, no one suspected that the Canadian cardinal had set them up for the sexual scandals that caused their early retirement. Now with church attendance down, the Vatican struggling, a pope that wished a return to values.
The naive young fool had been instrumental in removing the last of Emmitt's opposition in the college. Now all he had to do with get this fool to enact just a few more papal decrees, and he too could be eliminated. With the help of Actaeon's associate he would be set up to become Pope Peter II, he would take the name of the first Bishop of Rome and, with the help of the Jewish and Islamic faiths, usher in a new age for woman in religion, not to mention a new age of peace. He again chuckled one would think that Wonder Woman would be all for that.
Emmitt paused at the large bronze door set into the living granite and decorated with ornate scenes from Genesis. The tree of life with the serpent in the branches, Eve being given the apple and deceiving Adam, man's expulsion for the garden. The door swung open and within, clad in papal white, the blonde haired young pontiff stood with an oil palette in one hand and an easel in front of him. In one corner there was a perfectly preserved Judas Cradle, next to it a coffin torture cage in the rough shape of a human. A rack, of course, a "breast ripper" hung on the wall, a breaking wheel sat perfectly preserved, and a skull crusher a confession chair. Emmitt detested the devices, though he picked up one that actually was a personal favorite of his. An iron hoop that locked around a woman's head, with a metal "bit' that press her tongue down, a gossip's bridle. This would look good on Wonder Woman.
The Pope was currently painting a device known as "the pear." Pear shaped with an iron screw in the middle the device was inserted into a woman's cunt, and the three sides expanded as you turned the screw. The same device could be used in the mouth to dislocate a jaw.
"That is quite good your Holiness." Emmitt smiled. The pope really was a master artist, having had the finest contemporary artists in Europe to study under.
Pope Innocent smiled warmly back "Ahhh cardinal Emmitt, My Dean of the college of cardinals, what brings you down to this rather…repulsive place?"
Emmitt smiles kissing the papal ring "Your Holiness, I think the time has come for your decree, a return to more traditional times. Representatives from Islam and from Judaism are ready to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, it is a rare opportunity."
The middle-aged pope set down his palette and brushed back his short blonde hair, his blue eyes shining in the dim light "I will not have a return to…" he gestured around "This Emmett. I find it shocking that any man of the cloth could think Christ would…CONDONE this."
Emmitt looked around; he had no problem agreeing with that, this place made even his skin crawl "No of course not Most Holy Father, however you are aware of the place women have held, not just in our religion but in ALL religion. Even the heathen Japanese have their Geisha."
"Yes yes Emmitt, Eve got man thrown out of the Garden, up until the 17th Century the holy church had virtual harems, Islam had harems, even Jewish law allowed Abraham multiple wives and slaves. We have been over that...but is the world ready?"
Emmitt could see the arousal in the Pope's movements, in his voice as he considered the decree. "Ready for an end to the violence in the middle east? Ready to have Jew, Arab AND Catholics live in peace? All for a return of woman BACK to the place relegated to her in the scriptures? Even the marriage vows clearly state love honor and OBEY. Holy father, our church is on the verge of collapse, we have no priests studying in the seminary because they cannot marry, we have woman serving at the altars, she who lied to Adam and had him cast out."
The Pontiff walked over "and the Rabbi's and the Imams, they are ready to sign decrees and fatwa's with me?"
Emmitt nodded "they await even now up in the Vatican, they are even ready to sign before you and release together. You need only declare that our priests CAN marry and that woman should obey her spouse. That man may have as many wives as he may CARE for. We do not seek a return to the middle ages, and just think, Holy Father, to be the people that got world piece, all simply by a return to our traditions?"
The pontiff smiled from ear to ear "You have convinced me Emmitt, have the decree drawn up, I will review it and then we can have a press release together. The three major religions united, THINK of the things we can do!"
Emmitt smiled inwardly "Of course Holy father, yes just THINK what we can do."