The first thing Diana felt when she awoke, was the room spinning. She felt a warm body behind her, felt the fur of mink blankets and the silk of the sheets beneath as a wave of nausea swept over her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, she was an Amazon, she had not been SICK in almost a millennium. Behind her, the male that held her in bondage slept quietly, his well-muscled chest pressed to her back, his arm lay easily over her shoulder with his hand cupping her bare left breast. Much to her disgust she felt his groin against her smooth ass, his manhood was erect with early morning wood, pressed against her cleft; hot-dogging her.
She tried to control her breathing, if it weren’t for her stomach, she felt more relaxed then she had could remember. Suddenly her stomach heaved, and she felt herself vault from bed. Passing the morning butler, wearing nothing but her skin, she barely made it into the nearby bathroom before she began to heave.
A cold sweat swept over her as she wretched. She was not sure if she was fortunate or not, that everything that had gone down into her belly was gone or not. Part of her felt like if she could just bring something up, she would feel better, but she did not want…
Slowly, the nausea subsided, but not entirely. She took a cool cloth to wash her face, and looked into the mirror. She still had her amazon physique and beauty, though she stood stark naked, deprived clothing by her “master.” She gave herself a moment to appreciate her smooth unblemished skin, her breasts pouting pleasantly, the brown nipples soft. She allowed her eyes to travel down her flat stomach where her sex nestled between well shaped thighs. Diana had always been proud of her body. Not vain, but she kept herself fit. She looked with regret at the smooth lips of her vagina, depilated permanently by the monster out in the bed. Gone forever was the lush black triangle. It made her look like a prepubescent girl.
Without the silken black hair to block her view, Diana regarded herself, not ready to go back…in there, on display. Her sex, studded with the metal rings he used to lock her labia shut, was, by all accounts, attractive. Some women had thick or fleshy inner labia, which the mortals crudely called “meat curtains.” While perfectly natural, Diana had always found that it detracted from the smooth curves of the outer labia. Her inner labia were completely encompassed by the outer labia, adding to the impression of sleek and neat.
Diana sighed. She had been hoist by her own petard, she had given her word, the word of an amazon princess. Her stomach somewhat better, she sighed, she would have to go back in there, with him.
She waked out, several lucky men of the staff were performing their tasks and got to see her walk by completely naked. They had all been told who she was, along with her formerly secret identity.
She entered the bedroom to find Actaeon Davies sitting, equally naked, on the side of the bed. The magnificent bastard even managed to look concerned. No, that was not totally fair, he might be a criminal, a rapist and a pig, but, even when he had tormented her under the guise of “training her” he had never shown disregard for suffering. Diana walked in and knelt at his feet, reaching out to boldly cup his generous, warm scrotum in the palm of one hand, with the other she curled the fingers around his shaft. “Would you like help with that master?’ she asked, feeling his pulse throb in her hand as she wrapped her finger around the male spear and began to caress her palm up and down the warm moist flesh.
Actaeon said nothing and did nothing to stop her as she opened her mouth and leaned forward, pushing her face into his groin, to suck on the organ, the question, she knew, rhetorical.
“Are you ok?” he asked, concern on his face as he felt her smooth warm hands on his knees and he let her spread his legs. He leaned back on both arms on the bed watching the top of her head and feeling the slippery warmth of her mouth as she began to nurse from his member.
Diana had to lower her shoulders to glance up at him, her mouth full of his cock as her soft red lips sealed around the base of his shaft. A part of her had grown to enjoy this. Amazons were not particularly modest, she did not even mind men seeing her naked. She had not been with many men, and few with an actual foreskin, that felt…soft, and tasted salty as her lips sucked it away from the glans and her tongue pushed the soft flesh back to explore it. By now his cock was clean, with her swallowing any of the light sweat and it was similar to sucking on her own thumb, until he would climax in her mouth.
Looking up from where she knelt between his thighs, those soft lips wrapped firmly around the firm flesh of his cock, her eyebrows raised in a mild surprise she nodded “mmmhmmm” and she continued to bob her head up and down along his flesh.
Actaeon Davies took a moment to just sit back and sigh. The feel of Wonder Woman’s warm mouth was divine on his cock; she was his greatest achievement and a child by her would be his greatest trophy, a living trophy to what he had done with her. As he looked down his chest at the top of the shimmering black mane of hair, no one since ancient Greek times, had lain with this woman. Not Perseus, not Julius Caesar, not even her love from WWII, Col Steve Trevor, that sorry son of a bitch lay in a grave now while his girlfriend now sucked his cock like a calf on her heifer’s teat.
She was getting good at it too. He felt her long fingers gently caress his scrotum, using her sharp nails to tease the slightly moist skin, she extended her tongue along the underside of his cock as she pressed her face firmly between his thighs, so that he felt the back of her throat and then she increased the pressure of her lips around the base of his cock, increased the suction and withdrew her tongue along the entire length of his meat. She drew her head back. She even knew to wrap her arms around his calves so the nipples on her soft breasts pressed against him.
Actaeon could not resist shifting a to gently work his big toe between the soft petals of her pussy enjoying the feeling of the heroine’s soft cheeks pressed against his inner thighs. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair against his belly as she continued to suckle without protest or complaint. A part of him knew this was wrong, he had taken away her freedom of choice. He had taken control of her as one would an animal. The thing was, he was comfortable with that. It did not bother him. Just as the so called, Super Heroes were good at what they did, and at rescuing people. Actaeon Davies was good at THIS.
He increased the work of his foot against her sex, feeling the warm moist breath from her nose increase as he began stoking the fires in her belly. Wonder Woman, the greatest FEMALE heroine in history, kneeling at his feet, serving his lusts, helpless, and if he had anything to say about it, this is how she would spend eternity. He sighed as his climax approached, this was a pleasant way to start a Day.
Wonder Woman, for her part, knelt before her master. When he moved his unwashed big toe between her thighs, she blushed with shame and humiliation, to have her most sacred place so violated by his foot, she almost wished it was his cock, at least that was what it was for. She felt his hands stroking her head as if she were some kind of animal as his toe worked itself inside her body, the sensation felt nice, he certainly knew a woman’s body, she felt herself feeling a growing admiration. She pressed her head more firmly down into the firm flesh of his groin, burying her nose in the thick matte of his blonde pubic hair, and inhaled deeply thru her nose, knowing that he would find that arousing. In truth Diana liked the scent of a male. Musky and warm. Not the greasy rancid scent of a body unwashed for months, but the warm scent of strength with a hint of other females he had serviced. Diana could relate to that; all her sexual experiences had been with her sisters.
Diana was broken from her revere with the feel of his hands wrapping in her hair. She tried to relax her throat knowing what would happen next. Through his cock, her lips felt his pulse quicken, he was near his climax. About time, her lips and tongue were getting tired, and his damned toe was driving her to distraction without letting her climax. She didn’t know what she hated more, the unfulfilled lust or that she was beginning to think of sucking guys’ cocks as not so bad. In any case he would grip her head and force her down on his spike…she was about to get “fed” as he put it.
Sure enough she felt his grip tighten and her face drawn into his groin, she felt the now familiar swell of his cock between her lips as his head pushed past her tonsils into her gullet and heard him groan like a Lion.
Six strong pulses of milky white seed flowed from his erection, she did not resist, her hands slipping under his ass as he shoved her down into his depths, and she helped pull her face closer. The Princess of Thesimiscaria swallowed her breakfast from her master.
Acteon held there for a while, his weight pressing her face in his groin as his cock occluded her airway. He allowed his breathing to slow, inhaling a deep breath, feeling her struggle gently as he held her in place.
Behind her, Diana heard Hans, Brad, and someone else, probably Shayera, walk in.
There was a Chuckle, and then Hans voice “Good morning Mr. Davies”
Above her she heard her master’s lilting voice “it is certainly a good way to start the day.”
Diana felt him release her head, she knew better than to pull off right away, he would not punish her for it, but he would be disappointed, and when disappointed, Actaeon was very clever at finding ways to amuse himself, ways that generally not pleasant for her. So she paused a moment, before pulling her cheeks in as she sucked, and gently pulled back so as to swallow every trace of semen from the man’s cock, and leave it “clean” for him. As he lips slipped around his glans, she broke contact with a kiss on the tip.
When she looked back, she saw it was, indeed, Hans, Brad, and, naked and hooded in a human falcon’s hood, Shayera. The once proud Thanagarian warrior, stood again proudly, only this time sporting a ball gag in her mouth with her belly showing the pronounced bulge of Brad’s child growing within. Her wings wore leather sleeves so she could not extend them, another symbol of Brad’s complete control of her and her wrists were secured behind her back, leaving her helpless and vulnerable her breasts pouting heavily and her bare sex nestled between her thighs with the young teen, his arm around her waist continuously stroking it to keep her wet.
Brad smiled “I see your feeding your pet” his two fingers rubbing the bound Hawkwoman’s clit in front of everyone, causing her to “prance” from foot to foot
Actaeon smiled down as Diana took her “position of obedience” Her eyes down cast at the feet in the room, her bare chest out, kneeling with her ass on her heels. Her knees were spread widely so everyone in the room could see her treasures and her hands rested on those knees, palms up. “Diana you look unhappy…what do you want?”
Diana answered quickly, though she did not want to, but she knew if she answered anything but the truth, they would use her own lasso on her and when she blurted out the humiliating remark, more restrictions would be placed on her. “You left me aroused master, I may be your slave and you may take me as you wish, but I am still a woman. Leaving me always wanting is cruel.”
Actaeon chuckled “you are so very right, so why don’t you rub one out?”
Diana was so shocked, she broke posture and looked up at the naked Actaeon, his cock now deflated in standby mode.”
Actaeon gestured to her, apparently more amused than to discipline her for her breech “Masturbate yourself Diana. As you can see your friend here, is getting quite addicted to it” he smiled as he watched Brad teasing the Thangarian’s pussy mercilessly. You DO know how don’t you? After all you ARE a woman. Tell us, when did you masturbate when you were free?”
Dian’s face burned in embarrassment. They were going to make her masturbate in front of them and tell them when she pleasured herself. Nearly in tears, but her lust still burning, she brought her fingers down to her crotch and used 2 of them to begin making small circles around her clit and hood, well aware of the puddle forming beneath her and the sounds her wet finders were making.
With more of a pant then she intended she replied “I masturbated 3 or 4 times a day, usually after a patrol, or after I captured a criminal.”
Hans nodded as everyone in the room watched her fingers play with herself “ahhh so you did get off on taking power over others, you just justified it by making it a criminal instead of someone you lusted for,”
Diana nodded, she closed her eyes, bringing her moist fingers up to lick before digging back down between her thighs. She used her index and ring finger to spread the lips of her pussy as her middle finger firmly rubbed her “button” They were right though, it had been a power trip to control others, deep down a dark part of her wished she could be free to enslave others as she had been enslaved. This should have been a total turn off, she should need to be concentrating, but she found her climax growing much faster then she would have liked.
Brad watched her fingers pumping up and down as he leaned back against a table “you do not even need the lasso…” he said now working his fingers between the helpless Shayera’s ass cheeks to rub against her anus.
Actaeon nodded “after the Halloween party, and I laid down the law to her, she knows if I am not getting the truth I will get it.”
Brad laughed “that is so cool, a bitch that has to tell you every nasty thought on her mind…man LOOK at her go at herself…Hey Diana…what are you fantasizing about…right now?”
Diana shivered, one hand going to tease her nipple, a think rivulet of fluid running down her breast. Half lost in her impending climax her eyes closed she swayed back and forth, whatever happened she did NOT want Actaeon to order her to stop…he had left her without a climax for weeks. Humiliating or not if she could JUST get this relief, it would actually strengthen her resolve and resistance, without thinking she answered…” John”
Actaeon looked confused as the kneeling amazon began to work herself into a light sweat, her own juices causing light foam between her legs “John…who’s John?”
Brad looked up “wait, John, the drug mule from New York? The one that tricked you into blowing him?
Diana nodded, despite her loathing, these men had her VERY pent up…she slid two fingers on either side of the soft pubic flesh to pull it gently, letting the skin slip over her knuckles before slipping 2 fingers in, beginning to softly moan.
Hans smiled “we shall have to invite him, if she is a good girl, and let her have her fantasy…”
The idea stuck Diana as so completely erotic, kneeling at the feet of these men who controlled her, one hand going to a breast to play with the nipple ring there. She could feel her pleasure building, she wanted this she NEEDED it, she went to lick her lips when she heard Acton order “don’t…just…drool a bit, I love that.”
Blushing she felt her clear saliva running over her chin, her eyes closed. She could picture the young drug runner. Despite his profession his low upbringing, his cock had been firm, impressive, there was an image in her mind, him taking her, unprotected. Her fingers moved more quickly, she was wet enough now she was making soft squishing noises as her fingers worked. Her saliva dripped down her chin, past her breasts to join the puddle between her legs. She felt her climax and grunted, her body bending at the waist as spasm after spasm shuddered thru her, the blessed relief washing over her as she whimpered “Hera and Aphrodite thank the GODS…. Grrrroan
For a few moments, there was silence, only the sound of her own breathing. They let her catch her breath, watching her kneel. She said nothing. They stood, arrogant males, looking down on her, Shayera standing silent and obediently on Brad’s leash. She knew something was expected of her, to show she was grateful for the privilege of touching herself…
She thought for a moment, embarrassed, it had to be something that would impress them. She regarded her master’s feet, and then slowly leaned over and pressed her lips to the big toe he had masturbated her with. She could smell her own tangy scent, from her own sex, but she reasoned she had licked her own fingers before, licked her sister’s pussy’s out. Without a word, Wonder Woman, champion of all woman, began to lap at his toe. The salty sweet taste warm in her mouth as she began to wash his feet. She did not know what bothered her more, the idea that they were watching her, or that they were not commenting. Instead they went back to their discussion.
“How are things going with Mr. Fox?” Asked Hans
Davies replied “Perfect, I expect by Christmas he will help us put the women up for sale...I expect to be in the Caribbean by New Year’s.”
Diana continued to lick until both his feet glistened with her saliva. She then silently turned and licked her own fluids up off the floor. The men discussed their plan, occasionally one or the other using their foot to gently press Diana’s head down.
Once she finished, they gently guided her to Shayera’s crotch. She leaned in and Kissed her sister heroine’s soft lips as if it were a mouth. Brad had her worked into nearly a foam down there but the feel of the other woman’s soft petals was like a lovers mouth and she covered it with her own, suckling gently and sliding her tongue between the soft lips. She nuzzled at the at the smooth flesh until she had caused Shayera several orgasms, giving relief to the trussed hawk at last.
When she was pulled back. Actaeon had dressed, and retrieved her leash, clipping it to her collar. He led her into his office where he sat in a large, leather backed chair.
“You did very well today…as a reward, I want you to masturbate yourself whenever the thought strikes you…”
Diana blinked “you expect me to masturbate in public every time…”
Actaeon nodded “EVERY time Diana, and if I have to get your lasso and make it a command…you gave…”
“Yes yes, I gave my word” she said crossly “You won’t need my lasso. In fact you may as well call it YOUR Lasso, you have taken EVERYTHING from me” she said bitterly”
“Good” he smiled, ignoring her comment “Now, as my personal assistant, you will remain naked. When in here you will squat on the balls of your feet with that pretty ass on your heels, your knees spread, and your hands, palm up, on your knees.”
Diana stood there in the room with the men, licking the taste of his foot off her lips. She understood what they were waiting for. As the men watched, eyes alight with delight, Diana signed and slowly stood, then she bent her knees until her bare ass rested on her heels. It was not an esay position but she was an Amazon. Acteon retrieved the riding crop he had been using on her, and she felt the soft leather on her wrist…her hands went to her knees palms up. She glared up at them, Watching Brad absently playing with the soft lips of Shayera’s pussy again, causing a nearly constant flow of colorless fluid down the Thanagarian’s legs.
Actaeon gently tapped Wonder Woman’s inner thigh with the riding crop, and she spread her knees more, so that her own smooth pussy was on display. Her eyes followed him coldly as he walked around her. The buttery soft leather tapped on the side of her pouting breast. Diana responded straightening her back and pushing out her chest. It was a position of extreme attention, and complete and utter display.
“Good” Actaeon smiled “That is your position” he smiled down at her. She held still as the white slaver squatted next to her and took the end of the leather riding crop and began to run the leather along her soft nether lips. Diana’s eyes hardened but she did not break discipline as Actaeon slowly slid the crop along her outer labia, then slid the smooth shaft between the two lips. The damned male had spent a long time knowing how to arouse a woman, too bad he did not put it to better use.
A solid stream of her juices began to flow over the riding crop to puddle between her feet.
“If your aroused Diana…moan…”
Diana hesitated
Actaeon sighed “Diana do you really think ANYONE in this room, DOESN’T know your aroused?”
Diana blushed “No…master”
Actaeon continued to tease her “Do I have to order you to do this, and then compare it to when I use the Lasso on you?”
Diana blushed harder, if she didn’t obey he would take her honor too…she felt him take the leather and made a soft wet smack as he gently slapped her pussy lips between her legs. With the sudden feel of the soft leather and the little slap Diana did not have to think, her resistance crumbled and she let out a loud “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” her eyes closing as she felt her handler teasing her sex.
The men present chuckled softly and the Hooded Hawk Woman, hearing her friend tried called out “Mummmph! mummph?
Brad gave her a gentle slap across her cheek leaving his red hand print on it “Hush, your to be seen not heard.
Her eyes closed Diana felt her climax approaching, at least that was something, they may humiliate her, but at least she could get the physical pleasure. However, her eyes jerked suddenly open when the teasing stopped.
Diana’s Amazon blood was a boil…they humiliated her, she had…DID all they wanted…there was fire in her eyes when Actaeon tapped the soft leather tongue, wet now, with her own juices “I take it you amazons know how to masturbate?”
Diana sate there staring up at the three grinning men…then her expression slowly melted into a smile “So I am to masturbate whenever I get the feeling…”
Acteon stood and leaned back raising his eyebrows
“And I suppose if I don’t masturbate WHENEVER I feel like it, you will watch me, count the number of times, and then ORDER me with my lasso to find out if I keep my word to obey you.”
Acteon smiled again inclining his head
Diana smirked, if they thought they would humiliate her, they had another thing coming, so be it, she and her sisters had rejoiced in their bodies. Her knees spread she slipped her fingers down and began to gently massage her little clit.
A warm feeling flowed thru her, this was nice, familiar, if she closed her eyes, the men weren’t there, as her middle finger plunged into her sopping wet sex. “ohhhhhh Hmmmm” she began to lick her lips…beginning to fantasize…she WANTED this climax as her other hand went to her breast, pulling the turgid nipple and twisting it.”
Brad chuckled “There she goes again!”
Diana shut him out, in her mind she saw that young drug mule…John, his dirty blond hair, she remembered his cock, his unwashed cock. It was firm, and salty when she had sucked on it. She had been impressed, he had subdued her and had grabbed her head, controlled her.
Her fingers worked furiously, rubbing and stimulating her own sex, she felt her body perspiring, her breath rapid as she put the display on for the men. The soft flesh of her wept pussy wrinkling as she made circles around her wet cunt…she imagined the young man pushing her back and plunging his cock into her body. She felt the climax build…changing her stokes to short sharp little jerks with her middle finger inside her almost to her wrist.
As she knelt before them the three men watched Wonder Woman suddenly spasm “Ohhh….Ahhhh ahh…ahhh” she groaned as each time her stomach clenched…her finger thrusting in and out…until it slowly passed and she took a deep breath. She had not broken discipline, she remained kneeling only now she felt relaxed, and warm.
Actaeon smiled as she took a deep breath “Feel better now?”
Diana gazed up defiantly, they would not see her humiliation “Yes thank you, you did not think I would obey” She raised her chin “How is my posture Master?”
Actaeon smiled “Yes about that…just…um…One more thing” he smiled into her eyes. Diana saw him raise the cool wet riding crop, and slowly bring it down on her nose… Diana could smell her own sex as she felt the shaft push and she let her head be lowered “eyes on a males FEET Diana…eyes on the feet.”
After that The men kept Diana for the rest of the weekend. She and Shayera were put thru their paces, learning how to serve the men in an official capacity in Actaeon’s formal office. They seemed to enjoy how Shayera’s wings were bent on the floor as she crouched, but they would take up position on opposite sides of the room and squat obediently waiting for any male to take from them what they wished. Shayera had it worse, with her pregnancy now showing, the men freely raped her, while Diana was relegated to oral and anal. Actaeon was true to his word, if she did not FIND a way to flame his arousal, he would find his own way and she liked HIS way a lot less. On one occasion he had bound her hands behind her back, and attached 2 chains to her nipple rings. He then pulled her up almost off the ground by her nipples, leaving her on her tip toes for hours. After that, and seeing Shayera, Diana fell into a routine. When a male would enter, she would either give them a blow job, teabag them, kiss and lap at their feet or, one time, she even rimmed Actaeon, which had gotten her a particular VIGOROUS romp on the leather couch with Actaeon.
Diana also found out keeping her word by masturbating anytime any place found her fantasizing more about being dominated, or the shock value of rimming him…and of course that was broadcast to everyone.
At the end of the weekend Diana was waiting in the gym for Actaeon to give her clothes back so she could go to work back at the DIA. Instead Acteon showed up in his toga.
“Before you go Diana. I want to spar with you”
Diana blinked “you CAN’T be serious...I am an amazon; you won’t last a minute. And just WHY would you want to spar ME?”
Actaeon smiled “well then you should not have a problem getting This” he held up his hand, her business suit and skirt hanging from his finger. “I have prided myself in both being an athlete and my hunting and fighting skills. Your helping out my Olympic hopeful, I thought after all I did to you, you’d like a shot at me.”
Diana cocked her head and then hesitated.
Actaeon smirked “you have my permission to KICK my ass if you can, SHORT of killing or permanently maiming me…
Diana smirked “your serious?’
Acteon nodded and stepped into the sparring ring of his basement gym. “I told you Diana, I am not some hack that hides behind technology or goons, I want some part of you to be PROUD when you have our children”
The Naked amazon moved onto the soft mat her eyes flashing angrily at the reminder of his efforts with her body “Your making a mistake…MASTER, Amazons are used to going into combat naked.
Actaeon took up his stance “That’s good because that will be how you will spend the rest of your existence, now do you talk your opponents into sub…OOPH!”
Diana had taken his monologue as a chance and her fist had flown out for a sharp downward punch into his stomach. She was not going to waste this opportunity, this rapist had just given her permission, she stepped in, her breasts swaying grabbing his shoulders and bringing her knee up sharply. She pulled him toward her and rammed his knee into his solar plexux.
Actaeon tried to knife hand sharply between her legs, connecting directly on her cunt but, with little force. It was not hard and though it was sensitive Diana did not even notice it, she took a step back unharmed.
Actaeon was panting hard already, brought his guards up, and the 2 circled. Diana moved to the right with a round house kick designed to bring the slaver’s lead guard down. It worked perfectly Acteon replied with a punch at her face, which Diana easily dodged.
With a war cry, she launched herself at Acteon with a double front kick, her keep catching Actaeon in the nose as blood began to pour from it.
A reverse round house was blocked by a double high block by Actaeon, but that did not stop the amazon from stepping back with an elbow which solidly connected with his ribs.
To his credit Acteon reached up grabbing a hand full of that glossy black amazon mane and twisted. Diana felt her neck wrench but she was so angry and vengeful, she simply stood watching him trying to throw her. Instead she head butted him causing him to stagger and then threw a hook to his stomach causing the air to whoosh from his lungs.
Diana used a cross block to ward off Actaeon’s next attack, impressed that he was neither down, nor out yet, but she threw Actaeon off balance. Diana was panting heavily, her heart racing. She had to use the ring ropes to stand but she was in her element. She looked over. Hans and Brad were watching smiling. When she turned back Actaeon was back on his feet, breathing heavily too. “Not Bad Diana you…”
She drove him back with a furious series of punches and kicks. Actaeon was driven back. He had some skill but she had taken thousands of years fighting men to hone her skills. A reverse elbow caught his chin as his own punch landed on her breast painfully, but it was a foolish move. She had caught on to a vulnerability. He would not hit her in the stomach…he didn’t want to harm any potential CHILD.
Diana returned a favor, grabbing his blonde hair and pulling him into her punch, however Diana had not compensated for not having her amazon powers, the punch was not enough to rock him and she felt him grab her in a Bear hug, pinning her arms against her body.
Diana Howled in rage, though she felt a grudging admiration that the male pressed on despite her obvious advantage in skill. He picked her up off her feet, his physical brute force crushing her, keeping her from breathing as her muscles screamed for oxygen.
Actaeon smiled as his face pressed between her breasts, her arms pinned at her side. He had not expected to win, but now he was not so sure. As she wriggled like a slippery fish, his muscles screaming he squeezed harder “I…” he panted “HAVE…you…”
Diana felt her vision going dark, she had to win this… she was slippery with sweat, had she been wearing clothes the friction would have worked against her…however naked…against his skin, she pulled, hard, and her arms slipped free. Before Actaeon could more then give a shocked look, Diana brought down 2 knife hands hard on the slavers brachial plexus origins.
Both of Acteon’s arms immediately went limp. Diana dropped, but she caught one limp wrist and pulled the arm over her shoulder. Then she spun so her back was toward the slaver, and stood up sharply as she pulled the wrist down, locking out his elbow. As the elbow connected with her shoulder there was a sickening pop and a strangled scream as the elbow now bent backwards.
This had been building in Diana for months now. She would not kill him, but he would wish she did. As he staggered back holding his dangling arm, Diana brought her foot up hard between his legs. Diana imagined kicking his balls into his throat.
Diana was satisfied to see the color drain from his face and his knees squeeze together as he went down to his knees.
Diana sauntered up, and gripped his hair raising his eyes, she leaned in, and gave him a very gentle kiss on his forehead and with a smug smile whispered “This round to me” before giving him a palm heel to his face.
Acteon reeled backwards, and lay still on the mat, blood pouring from his nose, arm at a sickening angle, but breathing.
Diana turned to see Brad and Han staring opened mouth.
Diana snatched her clothes from the peg where they hung and looked back at the two…
“…What?” then strolling by she slapped Hans on the ass “I think he needs a Doctor.” And with that disappeared into the shower.
Diana showered, and dressed as Diana Prince. She had to wear the clothes home she had arrived, so she had her skirt, with no panties.
She was surprised to find her Wonder Woman uniform, complete with lasso and belt, waiting for her, and when she donned it, she felt the strength flood into her, it was the real thing however she found her golden girdle tighter then she remembered it, and Actaeon had kept her naked for so long, she found the clothing chafed.
She could not be seen leaving the mansion as Wonder Woman so she transformed into her pantiless street clothes. With it being fall outside the draft was cold on her neathers, walking in heels in the cool fall. She reported to work.
Daniel was in her…HIS office, and he smiled when she walked in “Hello Diana, how was your Halloween”
She tried not to take her mood out on Daniel. “It was not as good as I had hoped.” She paused and then smiled “Except for the last part.”
Daniel nodded “My son, Tom, went to a masquerade party, I am rather proud of him, he won best costume.”
Diana paused, looking over her shoulder “Oh? What did he go as?”
Danial pulled out a picture and Diana walked over. She was immediately aware of his scent, a young, virile male…and she cocked her head, looking at his iPhone and blinked. If she had not met Tom, and knew his face, she would not have even realized it was a boy. Standing smiling was Daniel’s son, in a very form fitting, Cheetah costume. He arch Nemesis.
Her eyebrows must have raised because Daniel smiled “Looks just like a woman doesn’t he?”
She nodded “that’s one of the best…transvestite costumes I have ever seen” a bit of jealousy creeping into her that he chose to dress as her rival, not as her.
As if reading her mind Danial nodded “He thought it would be presumptuous and a bit…riskay dressing up as his hero, Wonder Woman. He said there was only one person who could look like that.”
Diana gazed at the young man in the photo, it was incredible how good a woman he made. Clad in a pelt like second skin, his natural long blond hair adding to the feminine features. Her eyes were drawn to Tom’s groin, and she scolded herself as she admired the bulge of the young man’s cleverly disguised package. “Damn Actaeon”, she had never been immune to the desire of a woman for a man, but Actaeon was far cleverer then most. He raped her, and there was no mistake it WAS rape, but he was not performing like most of the…” low class” run of the mill villains. He had skilled himself so that the rapes brought her to a better orgasm then any of her sisters ever could; fueling her interest in the young mans’… well she might as well say it, she was fantasizing about his cock.
Acteon was not making her do silly things like gyrating naked on a stage, or punishing her for no reason. He demanded her body and so long as she performed…”
“Diana!?”
Her revere broke and she looked up from the iPhone image to see Daniel smiling “If you’d like a date with my son I am sure I can arrange it, but may I have my iPhone back?”
Diana handed the phone back “was I that obvious?”
Daniel shrugged “it’s really rather flattering, your human Diana… but if you can tear yourself away. I have been checking up on what Mr. Fox is doing to you, I think we have found our mole.”
Hope surged in Diana, she knew Fox was somehow connected with this, and with him suspending her from duty, demoting her to secretary to Daniel, if Daniel could put the dot’s together, then she would not betray her oath. “Mr. Fox?’ she said trying to keep her breathing normal.
Daniel pulled out his surveillance report “Mr. Fox has been meeting more frequently with our Mr. Acteon Davies, and look here.”
Diana peered at a photograph, it was grainy, but you could clearly see President Perino, clad in a trench coat, being hustled into a car. Just as clearly Diana could see the “cow markings” on her bare legs and she was barefoot. Standing holding the door was none other than Mr. Fox.
“What do you make of that Diana?”
Diana Prince had to be careful, she was pushing the envelope of her agreement but he had discovered this “it looks like…the markings of a cow...” she offered.
Daniel blinked and grabbed a magnifying glass “A COW? Why the hell would the President of the United States, make herself look like a dumb cow?”
Diana pressed “Should we alert the Secret Service?’ she hoped for him to say yes.
Daniel shook his head, “it does look like a cow, but that doesn’t show anything more than she might have gone to a kinky costume party, our job is NOT to embarrassed the President of the U.S. She has enough on her plate.
Diana blinked “Daniel what is going on?” the thought of a problem to others being more important than her personal dishonor.
Daniel blinked “Diana where have you been. The radicals have gone wild. There are 2 or 3 shootings a WEEK. There are so many even the JL cannot keep up. There is a demand to repeal the 2nd amendment, to control these guns and were getting pressure from China, Russia, even the UK to ban personal weapons.
Diana nodded taking that in “What has this to do with Mr. Fox?”
Daniel went on “look at these messages he has been getting on your old classified account.”
Diana scanned the transcripts. There were repeated references to “The Sale” and how Wonder Woman had upset their time scale by another year… and references to Madison Square Gardens… Diana knew this had to be the impending white slave sale of the woman and herself, but she could not SAY that. “And Mr. Fox has been getting these?”
Daniel nodded “We need more information Diana. Do you feel up to some field work?”
Diana smiled and nodded.
After Meeting with Daniel, Diana had to spend the day in the office. The young agent that she had been forced to take liberties with her, resumed his liberties, taking Diana into the basement and venting his lust with her. After a quick blow job to take his edge off, he used handcuffs to cuff her wrists to her ankles before spending 20 or so min balls deep in her anus. As Hans had said, her anal muscles had been battered and were more used to this, and she actually got some pleasure from the act.
After work, she transformed into Wonder Woman, and flew up to Watch Tower. When she arrived The Flash was there in an instant “Wonder Woman, thank GOD your back where have you BEEN?”
Diana blushed but nodded “I am sorry Wally, there is more going on then you know.
“Your telling me!” he nodded “I been trying to hold this together. Superman, Supergirl, Batman and HawkWoman are all missing. In their place it’s been Me, CPT Marvel, Vixen, and GL trying to combat all these shootings.”
Diana thought briefly. She would not tell them if she could. Superman and Supergirl were finished, Now Puppets of Lex Luthor. Bruce, by now, was nothing more then a bat lost in the millions of the animals, likely living out what is left of his bat’s life siring flying rodent offspring, and Shayera…”
Diana nodded “I know; I am trying to help as much as I can. I need whatever we have on Mr. Fox.”
Wally blinked “The Director of the DIA? Your boss?”
Diana nodded “Yes Why?”
Wally shook his head “he’s been our one ally in all this...”
Together they went over the JL’s files. Diana noted that in every case where she had been involved with Actaeon, Fox was there. Worse he had broken into the evidence of the Fire and she could see he had tampered with it.
The Flash shrugged “What is it Diana?”
Wonder Woman shook her head “I am not sure, Look Wally, no one can know I was here…I have to stay missing…You’re doing a great job…just hold it together for a while…” A wave of nausea hit her and she had to reach out for the table
Wally blinked “wow and people tell me I am abrupt, sure Diana…are…you ok?”
Diana nodded “Yes, just a bit…of the flu...I have to go…” and she stroked out before he could say another word.
Diana left Watch Tower. She had to get evidence, but at least she had an idea when the “sale” would happen. She had about a year to work.
November passed with a routine for Wonder Woman. During the day, she worked at the DIA, in the evening She patrolled as Wonder Woman, the areas that Acteon allowed her, and during the Holidays she served at the Mansion with Shayera. With the Help of the Bat computers, The Bird woman was now a full-fledged bird BRAIN. The woman no longer had any compulsion about making love to anything on 2 legs or 4 and thanks to Brad’s tanning rooms, her entire body sported a deep honey tan, and she was now showing her gravidity. Brad kept her working out like an athlete, but her stomach had begun to bulge so much so that Shayera was often seen walking along with her hands under her tummy. While she was fit, her belly began to look like she had swallowed a Basketball.
Diana continued to have bouts of nausea and had taken to antacids. It had to be the stress. It was When Actaeon found her that he walked up concerned “Diana” he said taking her hands and lacing a deep kiss on her lips. “Why are you taking That?”
Diana shook her head “it is nothing…” she felt her heart begin to race, finding that an odd reaction.
Actaeon shook his head “Diana your golden girdle should have cured anything….”
He had walked her down to Dr. Mengele’s office. She felt like a little girl again as they took her by the hand, put her on the table and put her heels on the Stirrups.
She felt Han’s hands on her, and the push of the speculum, and she realized why her heart raced…Great Hera no, it could not be. She prayed to her goddess…but she knew Hera would not listen to an amazon who had let herself be tricked, bred like a mare.
Actaeon continued to hold her hands as Dr. Mengele returned pushing an ultrasound machine. “Well Doctor?” Acteon asked, anticipation in his voice.
Diana felt the warm gel as he spread it on her abdomen and pressed the head of the device, beginning to move it back and forth. “Mmmmhmmmm” The young doctor nodded. “well there it is” he smiled to Actaeon “Congratulations, you’re going to be a father! You knocked up Wonder Woman.”
Diana felt her heart fall into her stomach as the 2 men celebrated in front of her as if she were a prize heifer who had just conceived.
Actaeon smiled “I am going to have a CHILD?” he grinned.
Hans shook his head “no…”
Both Diana and Actaeon answered together “No?” Hope blossoming in Diana, Confusion in Actaeon.”
“Two” Hans broke into a smile “Twins…see?” he moved the probe “there is one head…aaaand there is the other.
Diana could only sit and stare at the screen stunned as the 2 men celebrated before her. She took a hand and absently rubbed her abdomen “she was going to be a mother” She felt relieved, elated and confused. Then Acteon appeared and hugged her warmly. She had no idea what to think.
Now that Diana was pregnant and not resisting, Acteon had become down right jovial, and she hoped that might be an opening, she would let him believe he had broken her. She awoke Christmas morning between cheery Christmas red silk sheets, feeling Actaeon’s warm body beside her. She was not Christian, and today she felt empty…defeated. While she felt his warm chest against her back, his arm over her side to caress her abdomen, she rested her head on the silk pillow. Her thigs were still wet from his morning lust. He had awoken 30 min ago, turned her to face away from him and had just penetrated her and taken her. Now that she could not think of escape, she had been surprised at how much she enjoyed the climax, it was a release, and was impressed by how much semen the man had in each release. After he had promptly gone back to sleep.
Actaeon had immediately informed the house staff that the prohibition on the use of her sex was lifted, and she was expected to be full service for any male who wanted her. That included the young agent at work. She realized that Han’s announcement that she was pregnant had been her final defeat. Until now she could still claim things were a temporary setback.
She felt the man behind her move, his kneel lifting over hers as his warm soft hand went to cup her bare breast. Now the realization hit her. She had never been pregnant and now, nothing could stop her from bearing this man’s children.
She wanted to get up. She gently rolled under the sheets to face him, and then slowly slipped down. In the darkness she could see his tick flaccid appendage. The appendage that had violated her time and again. She gently reached out to lift it, feeling the weight, and thickness, and how warm it was. He was so used to this; he did not even miss a soft snore. She no longer was repulsed by the scent, it was quite…familiar now as she leaned in to take the head in her mouth and begin to suck.
That got his attention as he rolled from his side onto his back and stretched. Diana had to move with him to keep her mouth on the thickening organ. She felt his hands on the back of her head.
Actaeon yawned, THIS was the way to start the day as he felt her mouth suck firmly He sighed “I am going to miss you waking me up this way” he said gently tugging her up.”
Diana raised up to her knees, not even caring as the red silk fell away revealing her swelling breasts, her bare sex “Miss Master? I was just doing your will…you made love to me and I licked you clean to wake you”
Actaeon sat up, his right arm in a sling and cast, his face bruised, his chest bare and smooth. Seeing his broken arm did give her pleasure, deep within. Acteon nodded “Once you have my children you will be free to go, so long as you obey my directions to leave the organization alone.
Diana raised up to wash and get his clothes ready. Actaeon caught her hand with his good arm. “where are you going Diana?”
Diana regarded him “To clean up and get you your clothing….”
Acteon smiled, his erection still rising from his loins “Your already pregnant…what harm could it do?” he nodded toward his cock.
Diana knew she could refuse, he was giving her that option, but the lust in her loins burned, if she had to do the work… She considered and then moved back to the bed. She straddled him and took his firm erection in her hand. Lifting herself up she rubbed the head against her bare pussy lips working it between the soft labia, and lowered herself down.
She gasped as she felt the thickness penetrate her. She brought her hips down and ground the soft outer labia against his pubic mound before lifting up. She hated herself but her hand went to play with the nipple ring on her breast as she raised up and lowered herself down.
Actaeon put his one hand behind his head and watched the Amazon princess performing, lifting herself up as she ground herself back down, impaling herself on his cock. The feeling of a willing amazon was incredible, he had thought he had broken her before, but now she clenched her vaginal muscles around the shaft as she lifted herself up and relaxed them as she dropped herself down. Her bare hips flexed forward and back to gyrate as she played with her turgid nipples. He could see her concentrating, her eyes closed, fantasizing as she moved, nothing obstructed his view of her smooth skin as she moved, her soft abdomen moving as she pleasured herself on his erection.
The door opened and a stranger, Diana had never seen, walked in. She froze and placed her hand over her breasts.
“Oh, Mr Davies…I am sorry I did not know you were…”
Actaeon frowned and gently tugged at her arm “who told YOU to stop?”
Diana blinked…and then, blushing resumed her gyrations on her master shaft.”
Acteon looked at the man “John…good to see you don’t worry about it come in...”
The man sat down watching the woman’s bare ass flex as she lifted and dropped herself, one hand caressing her nipple the other masturbating herself even as she fucked herself “SO this is Wonder Woman?”
Acteon smiled feeling his pleasure build “Yes… that’s her…but do not pay her too much mind, she just wants some attention…”
Diana tried to block out their conversation, concentrating on her own pleasure but it was not easy, not only did she have an audience, they were discussing business as she tries to bring him pleasure. It was an insult, Diana was an Amazon, any man would DIE to have her attention, and yet these 2 men were almost oblivious to her. She began trying to disrupt the conversation by Distracting him. Moving against him with every technique she had learned over the course of thousands of years.
John seemed to adjust, enjoying the site of the naked woman “Everything is set up Mr. Davies. Mr. Fox will be helping us get everything ready for the big auction next year.
Actaeon wished his broken arm did not ache so much, but what the woman was doing was having an effect on him, perhaps making him careless “Yes well…um…That’s good John, when do we meet with Cardinal, soon to be pope Emmitt?”
Diana, moving against the firm organ slipped within her body began to give out Soft “ohhh…mmmmmm…” as she panted, her body beginning to glisten once again with sweat as she felt John’s hand at the curve of her hip.
John smiled at the woman so obviously enjoying herself against the bounty hunter “Next week, I arranged it so you can meet with the Cardinal first, then with Mr. Fox.
The amazon on Actaeon was driving him to downright distraction, and he was loving every moment of it. That’s….um…can you excuse me just a moment?”
John smiled “of course Sir.”
Diana smiled as she watched Acteon close his eyes, wiggling her hips from side to side so that the soft outer labia spread against his pubic mound, followed by several long moments of awkward silence as the man beneath her climaxed. She felt a sense of triumph, of control as she had interrupted the conversation. She had timed it perfectly, as her own climax washed thru her, her abdomen spasmed in time with the man beneath her. She ached her back and thru her head back as she shuddered in front of the stranger.
Finally, the climax passing, Acteon took a deep breath and opened his eyes with a wide smile. “Thank you John” he stretched and let out a pleasured sigh as Diana dismounted “Next week will be fine…”
Knowing what was required of her, Diana’s triumph was short lived, as reality flooded back in. It was standard with Actaeon, after sex a woman was to clean his organ with her mouth. She had gotten so excited; his groin was a mess. His milky white seed, mixed wither clear juices were plastered over his groin, his cock and his balls. In front of “John” Crouching on all 4’s over the reclining man, he lowered her face to take his cock into her mouth and suckle. She was not repulsed by the taste or scent, over thousands of years, with many of her sisters, Diana had come to enjoy the taste of a woman, though she had not considered her own taste, until now, mixed with the saltiness that made a taste reminiscent of kettle corn.
Diana did not use her hands, those stayed on her bare thighs as she pressed her face into the male groin. A phrase from The Count of Monte Cristo came to her. Neglect becomes our Ally. They were talking freely giving her information as she leaned in to gently begin washing Acteon’s balls. His Scrotum was smooth, and salty sweet. She had to admit his size was pleasant as she pressed soft lips to the organ that had impregnated her and gently suckled the sensitive orbs into her cheeks. Once there the underside of his cock pressed against her nose, while she ran her tongue under the soft skin. Her smooth cheeks could feel his muscular thighs.
Actaeon leaned back putting his arms over the back of the cough and brought up one leg to cross his ankle on the opposite knee, trapping the amazon’s neck in the crook of his knee, she was going nowhere. “No need to stare John, would you like a romp with her?
John blinked then smiled “your serious? I get to screw Wonder Woman?”
Actaeon chuckles and unhooked his leg “sure go ahead” he said giving her forehead a gentle shove “Everyone ELSE does.”
Taking her cue, the amazon gently rocked back on her toes then forward to stand. She stood square shouldered to the young stranger, wearing nothing but a smile. He hips swayed as she began to moved toward the male like a cat towards it’s prey; her hear was not in it but there was no reason for THEM to know this.
He stared up at her as she struck her “heroine pose” only this time 2 fingers went down to her little nub and she began to gently rub herself. “Well John” she said in a husky voice “I seem to be defeated…I am yours to ravish.”
“I…I am?” he swallowed hard, eyes wide and glued to the soft smooth lips between her legs.
Putting on a show for her captor behind her, the heroine sucked on her lower lip and nodded, leaning in to sit on his knees, using 2 hand, one to hold his belt and the other to tug down his zipper, she slipped her hand into the opening and openly grasped his member within, feeling it gently “Mmmmm that feels nice. You’re a nice side…and firm…would you like some help with this?”
John inhaled sharply pressing himself back into the chair out of reflex “um...YES! ….errr Yes….” He nodded swallowing.
Permission given Diana tugged his belt and opened his breeches, pulling out the firm organ. The head was full and pink and she moved forward to position him over her opening. Then she lowered herself down, impaling herself on the stranger before her.
She heard a moan as the male’s organ parted her folds and slipped in. She shifted her hips left and right as she put her arms around his shoulders and gently pulled his face between her soft breasts. Diana began moving up and down, fucking herself. If she could not escape she could at least enjoy herself, and maybe get some info.
John moaned his hands going to the curve of her hip as he buried his face in the soft feminine flesh “Oh Gods” he groaned as she rode him
Wonder woman closed her eyes kissing his ears and cheek “Tell me…What is going on with Mr. Fox” he whispered into his ear.”
John tried to thrust but the Amazon was full in charge “N…nothing, he…ohhhh, he’s... oh do more of that…He’s just going to help us…get the auction safe…”
Diana smiled, it was soft enough Actaeon would not hear, she moved to let him watch… if he wanted a show, she rode the little man beneath her like she would ride one of her stallions back home “That all?” she smiled holding her own breast to his lips for him to suckle feeling his warm wet lips.
She was getting close, another orgasm approaching as she bounded up and down…
“GODS!” the man arched and panted.
“WHAT?” she did not say it aloud, thinking “No.. this CAN’T be…at least wait for ME damn it!” but it was too late, Diana felt the man’s organ pulsing within her, he trembled and enjoyed her. Diana was furious, the rat did not even care about HER pleasure, well at least she put on a convincing act for Actaeon. She lifted herself off John’s cock and turned…
“What? Where did he go?”
John was panting “Who? Actaeon? He left right after you got off him…what does it matter, come over here and clean me off.
Diana’s mood went dark as she knelt between the stranger’s legs, once day Actaeon would pay for this.
It was several hours later, when Diana found Actaeon in the study. She entered and knelt beside his chair. Actaeon did not take any notice of her for almost an hour. When he finished writing he smiled at her, cupping her chin in his hand.
“You were very good today Diana, it was almost like you knew your place” he said gently, not cruelly. “But before that belly of yours, shows my child, you have a pope to meet.
He nodded toward his trophy case, the case stood open, with her uniform and power belt even her lasso. “You are too go to the Vatican, the meeting has been arranged, you will do whatever the pope wants for the evening, then return here.
Humiliated and Ashamed. Diana, after all this time, dressed, and departed. Once she was gone Acteon just smiled “Just a little longer slut…and I will finish you