Diana stood in Cardinal Emmitt’s office in Vatican City. The office was not as lavish as Actaeon’s, but still had a rich look about it, decorated in religious relics and symbols with a great golden Monstrous dominating the large two tone solid walnut desk in the Cardinal’s office, behind him a huge window showing an over look of Vatican City. The lecherous middle aged man made her stand before his desk with her eyes down.
“Well Diana, welcome to Rome” the Cardinal smiled standing looking out the window, with his back to her. Anyone passing would be able to look in the window and see them, with wonder Woman looking demure and chaste before the powerful cardinal “and congratulations on being a mother to be.”
At this moment Wonder Woman found it hard to agree with the perverted cleric. These vermin had kept her naked or without any fitting clothing for so long, her uniform was chafing her. The tight blue star spangled bottoms left her thighs red, and her nipples felt like they were being rubbed with sand paper behind her Gilded brassier top. Still, due to her oath, and the danger to her home, it served her better to answer with a subject change.
“If you’re really concerned with the child, then how can you offer me up to torture, even you cannot be that callous, and Actaeon would be furious if you harm his children.”
The Cardinal turned to face her, a smile on his face, closing his eyes as his hands disappeared behind his back “PENANCE Diana, penance, and I assure you the church is an expert at how to take a female flagellant so as not to harm the innocent.”
Diana had hoped that her pregnancy would be a deterrent but he was more intelligent and learned then she would have liked. But she persevered. “Your Cristian God is one of love.” She said trying to keep her voice one of discussion and not of contempt “Your Christ would not…”
Emmitt stopped her with a raised hand “Diana, do not debate Christianity with me and I will not debate the Olympian gods with you. The Bible was written by man. I actually do believe in God, I believe he gave each of us our place, he paused to look at her, his eyes glancing over her tightly fitting costume, “and your place”, he continued “is to serve man to be chaste and obey their every command, and just as Gahenna exists so too can we do what is needed to bring back peace…”
Wonder Woman’s heart began to beat faster, for every argument she made, the hubristic clergyman had an answer “Why…. why do you think that your pope will return to the dark ages…will…chastise and scourge me?”
Emmitt chuckled sitting behind his desk in the lavish over stuffed leather chair and tapping his temple with an index finger replied, “education my dear Wonder Woman, education. If you want to control the future, you control the children. I met Allen, the man you know as Pope Innocent IX, when he was but 8. I was a new priest at the bible study, I groomed him. The bibles of today are abridged. I made sure Allen saw only the unabridged scriptures I wanted, showing woman kind as they were back in King David’s time, convincing him that the practice of celibacy was more about priests of the day leaving church property to their sons then about devotion to God, and he now sees you as a symbol to be returned back to woman’s proper place... and the Church as corrupt and selfish, in need of reform, if you will. By showing him the original writings, without the context of their meaning in the times they were written, he believes the new interpretations to be misleading. In genius don’t you think?”
Diana swallowed hard “So what do you want? To enjoy seeing me tortured?”
Emmitt gave a tolerant smile, holding up a finger and rocking it side to side “While I do agree that would be more than a little interesting, and indeed reason enough, there is another reason.".
"You want to be the pope yourself!" She guessed
He bowed his head in mock deference to her. " How astute you are. Of course I realize I could never be Pope directly, that would be far too obvious a statement to others of my ambitions. No its quite simple, YOU my dear Diana, will submit to your penance, put on a convincing display of resisting and then tell him you are converting to Christianity.”
Diana’ back stiffened “I won’t Abandon Hera…”
Emmitt slammed the palm of his hand down on the desk cutting her off “Come off it Wonder Woman, you do not have to mean it…you only have to convince him…and then allow him his pleasures. I have spent a lot of time with Alan, showing him the records of when the Catholic Church sponsored whore houses, he’s a virgin but I made sure he has seen the pictures…you will be his first live, female, naked body, and what a delightful treat that will be."
His smile widened but as he leaned forward it just as quickly vanished. "Once he is captured on camera…making love to you, I shall swoop in to “rescue” him. He will know he went too far with you and will gladly accept a retirement plan to the country. I will of course sweeten the offer by promising him all the women he could wish for. I shall be seen as the one who saved the church embarrassment and, I have enough friends in the college, thanks to me helping Alan appoint cardinals. I will be made pope. Then the Hindus, the Muslims, the Jews and the Shinto, will unite for peace, and we will begin putting woman BACK where she belongs” he smiled “The same way I did with Alan…the female children will slowly learn it is pious…to be chaste. While males will have their hormones…encouraged from the moment they become aware of them.”
Diana was horrified by the simplicity of the plan...it could work; unless it was exposed.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened. Emmitt stood moving from behind the desk stepping around Wonder Woman and extending his hand “Mr. Fox” he grinned “I was just telling Wonder Woman our plan…I have…convinced her it is in her own best interest to help us.
Diana stared at the NSA director; he looked surprised too. “Really?” The director replied looking at Wonder Woman “then she will be in the auction?”
Emmitt smiled widely “Absolutely”
Jake Fox nodded “that is good, how many women are being sold and when?”
Emmitt shook his head “The time is not set yet but we have nearly 500 women and the largest richest elite in the world who will bid on them.
Jake nodded “I am glad we have her” he nodded to Diana “You will be helping with Pope Innocent?
Diana nodded, her rage within boiling, the man who had removed her from her duties, the one who had made her a secretary, was in on this “Yes…in fact, I was on my way to see him now…”
Emmitt nodded “My aide will take you to the sanctuary” he nodded as one of the Monsignors entered “Mr. Fox and I have to discuss our plans.”
Diana was walked out of the room flanked by two Swiss guards each carrying a halberd. Diana recognized these as live blades, they were NOT ceremonial. As she was walked thru the corridors, her mind ran over the implications of her treacherous boss, Mr. Fox. She recalled how he had tracked her to the doctor’s office where she had been so humiliatingly examined. He also knew about her time at the Washington DC brothel as her alter ego Diana Prince. He was obviously aware of the upcoming auction of women. There was little doubt in her mind that the head of the NSA had used his position to discover her alter ego, and had helped arrange all this.
One of he guards behind her used the cool blade of his weapon to direct her out of the doors of the Vatican. Two more guards in breast plates and helms flanked them. Diana smiled grimly to herself. The entire Pontifical Swiss Guard could turn out and she could defeat them with ease. However, Actaeon had ordered her not to resist physically, and to act as if she were gathering information. The later was not hard, as that was exactly what she was doing.
They walked her past the Tower of Winds, past the Sistine chapel and into St Peter’s Basilica picking up more guards as they went, surrounding her. Wonder Women allowed herself a smug smile, all this attention for one woman.
Once within the Basilica, her boots echoed off the walks and they walked past the altar, each guard bowing before the altar. Diana was surprised, they were walking her towards the Sacristy. That was supposed to be reserved only for the officers off the church. One of the striped guards paused before the smaller alter and rapped the butt of his halberd on the floor once. There was a soft noise of rock against rock and the altar retracted into the wall revealing a well-worn marble stairway down into the living rock.
Again Wonder Woman smirked “hmmm a secret passageway, how dramatic.” A gentle prompt from one of the guards had Wonder Woman following the first down the steep pure white marble. What was revealed made the Themyscarian princess shiver. This was the Necropolis of the Vatican. The place where all their saints and martyrs were interred awaiting their so called resurrection. Little did they know that Hades had no intention of brining a soul back to this world.
As they descended and dismounted the steps, Diana noticed the other guards had stayed above, the only guard was the one she was following. As they walked the underground was in an eerie, almost total darkness, broken only by the sputtering flames of the iron sconces that sputtered on the pillars. So distracted was she by the macabre sight of the open tombs and long dead skeletal remains, that she did not notice the vaguely feline shadow on the wall, nor the glowing vertical pupil eyes that gazed from the shadows moving silently to follow them.
The guard led her thru the labyrinth, the foolish mortals had no idea that this was the very labyrinth of the minotaur that Theseus had slain. It had been centuries ago, but her memory of the labyrinth was still fresh in her mind, what had changed was, instead of the human bones, covered in teeth marks, tossed carelessly around on the floor, the Skeletal remains now were neatly arranged in crypts cut from the wall, Cristian rather than Olympian religious symbols now present. She passed the spot where Minos had fallen and where Theseus had rescued his love.
It was understandable why the labyrinth was so popular, the stone prevented any sound from reaching the surface, and the natural volcanic nature made the cave almost oppressively hot rather than cool and clammy.
The guard led her to a pair of ornate doors made from solid titanium highly polished and burnished. The bas relief on the doors showed depictions of the Crucifixion, scenes of debauchery such as a group of clergy standing around while a female, bound to a roman horse was mounted by an actual horse, a depiction of a man hanging by his tongue, his feet dangling above an open flame. Ironically the image at its base was of Minos holding the half eaten corps of a young warrior.
“Do you know what this place is?” She asked, as the guard took an ornate ring of silver keys and inserted it into the door’s massive mechanism. “This was where the inquisition started.”
As the door opened, the sight inside was shocking and elegant at the same time. In the center of the room, clad in pure white papal armor emblazoned with a brilliant red cross on its chest, stood the young pope. His crowned headpiece gauntlets and graves remained on its stand and the 30 some year-old blonde virgin stood with his head high, piercing ice blue eyes held her exuding confidence. In his hands he held a short ornate riding crop, a soft leather tab at its tip.
The room itself was lit by a roaring fire that had set in front of it, a stretching rack. Softly glowing red braziers held pokers in them, and a table beside the young pope had a large array of implements both cutting and blunt laid out neatly. To the right of the rack was a pillory and to the left a roman horse.
“Wonder Woman, I am so glad to finally have you here, please come in.” the young voice commanded.
If the young man thought he was going to get her to willingly cooperate, he had another thing coming, she had her golden girdle of power, her lasso and tiara, she was at her most powerful. The chamber was a torture chamber, made hotter by the fires so that her body sweat and shimmered. She stepped in. “Holy Father, I need your help, you have been misled about me, your religion offers sanctuary does it not?”
“Step IN” the man before her demanded, and Diana moved in confidently taking a stance with her feet about shoulder width apart, fists on her hips and head held hi.
She saw him smile “So you seek sanctuary? that is interesting coming from a pagan and an idolater. I have been praying to God to give me a sign, by having you come here seeking redemption.”
Behind her, Wonder Woman heard the door close and lock “I am not seeking redemption Your Holiness” she replied “I simply seek your aid…”
The pope stepped up, walking around the woman as if inspecting a calf for sacrifice. He couldn't help but be aware of the amazing body that presented itself so provocatively from behind the colorful but gaudy costume.
Alan was fascinated with her breasts, taking the riding crop he began to use the soft leather tongue to trace the curve of her bosom thry her top, circling where he imagined her areole would be, "You cannot seek aid without repentance, or in your case, relinquishing your pagan Gods….”
Diana’s eyes widened, but she did not stop him, the soft leather, even thru her top…causing her passions to rise “That is not true” she began “I was alive I knew your Christ…”
“BLASPHENY!” the young pope striking her flank with the riding crop, striping it as his voice bellowed, becoming stentorian and reverberating off of the walls.
Wonder Woman was taken aback by the force and presence of the young man, Cardinal Emmitt must have been coaching him…the very walls seemed to speak as if this man had some kind of super powers himself
“Women of that time did NOT associate with Christ. Even Mary Magdalen only bowed to his feet, wept and prayed for his forgiveness WEEPING and washing his feet with her tears...DRYING them with her hair and kissing them…THAT is where you belong woman. Woman was made FOR man! Get down on your knees…and wash my feet…” he concluded lifting his chin in the air as he pointed to the ground before him with the riding crop.
Wonder Woman stared “I will not! And do not seek to lecture me on your religion, Zeus and Hera DO exist…”
“Silence” the voice as if from the air reverberated and the pope raised his stick to stroke her inner thigh.
The action surprised her and she lost her chain of thought as the soft leather caressed her exposed skin causing another internal shiver of lust.
She began to move away from the caress but as she did, what felt like a giant hand closed around her, pinning her arms to her side and her legs together, she felt herself levitated into the air her feet dangling as the surprised pole took a step back. “What IS this?” he cried in obvious fear striking her across chest with the riding crop.
For a moment, the young man looked as if he would panic…but as Wonder Woman was held there before him, immobile the pope’s eyes began to grow in confidence and anticipation “A SIGN! From the one TRUE God… that MUST be it, he has delivered you INTO my hands!” he smirked “Go ahead” he scowled in contempt “WONDER woman…just like Elijah CALL on your false gods see if they help see if they come”
Confused, Wonder Woman struggled, bringing all her amazon strength to bear to break whatever power was holding her.
Standing in the room, unseen by either due to her new powers taken, no…raped from the now dead African god Urzkartaga. Cheetah held her clawed hand in the air holding Wonder Woman pinned within, but the power of the Amazon was god derived as well and as the Amazon applied herself, Cheetah had to exert more and more effort, an effort she could not keep up forever. The young fool…get her golden Girdle, remember what Emmett told you, a sacrifice for the alter.
Pope Innocent looked relieved, as a man who had doubted himself, and had those doubts dispelled. He looked at the woman levitating before him. A physical manifestation of God and his power “Well Wonder Woman, where are your gods? Or perhaps you might call Baal? You know in Elijah’s time, he killed the priests of Baal. You should be repenting that Christ’s mercy, allows for forgiveness thru penance.”
Wonder Woman could feel the force holding her weaken, if she could keep him distracted a little longer she was sure she could free herself. “I do not know how you did this but I WILL free myself…I am not your enemy.
The young leader stowed up behind the struggling woman and reached to the small of her back. “That’s right, you are not, you are my chattel. The girdle she wore was magnificent, it was real gold, medal yet soft fabric.
Diana felt his soft warm hands on her and, as the golden appliance fell away, her god given strength went with it. Suddenly she only had the strength of a normal woman, and if the force around her hadn't lessened as well she would have been crushed. She could now do nothing.
Cheetah sighed with relief, unseen by either she now held the woman as the pope stared at the soft fabric and reverently lid it on the small alter at the feet of the Christ statue.
“Like Samson, God has empowered me, and like him without his hair, you are powerless…God wills I convert you…” he smiled.
Diana could only hang as he returned. Moving to her head he used the back of his hand to caress his cheek. The act causing her deep revulsion as her body reacted as Actaeon had conditioned it.
Allen trembled with excitement and amazement, more than he had felt in his entire life devoted to the church, her skin was so soft, smooth, and warm. Her hair silken, as his fingers ran unbidden thru her tresses to remove her Tiara
Next he cupped her shoulders, one in each hand. Diana felt the gentle curious hands sliding down her bare fore arms, along her fore arms, the young man’s eyes alight with fire and wonder as they reached her wrists and slid her bracelets from her arms
“Doesn’t your religion teach chastity?” She screamed at him, desperate as her body silently betrayed her, cursing what Actaeon had done to her.
The man laid the golden adornments on the alter speaking as he worked “That was a contrivance…made because weaker men were giving away church property to their sons …You lived during that time…Men had many wives…”
Diana knew her only chance was to dispel the words the Cardinal had been raising this boy on.
Her chain of thought was once again interrupted as felt his warm hand slide up the calf of her leg gently caressing and massaging the skin there. She felt him take a firm grip of her boot and begin tugging revealing the pale white flesh beneath, and the delicate, moist foot beneath. “Thou shalt not commit adultery…I SAW the original 10 commandments.”
The pope knelt at her feet to tugging at her boot and slide it off, his gaze traveled up her soft warm foot, her bare foot, as his hand ran up and down her shapely calf, he could feel the arousal stirring in him.
From this position, the young man had a perfect view of her blue covered camel toe a brief confusing crossing his face as he gazed at the ultimate prize…The cardinal had been right, the old writings before the Nicene congress… “Do you know what adultery MEANS Diana?” he smiled as the used the leather tongue of the riding crop to caress the camel toe, his voice now calm, and gentle but with a quail of excitement restrained to it
“To cheat on one’s HUSBAND… it says nothing of the unmarried woman.” He slid his hands possessively over the top of her foot, his other hand cupping the bare sole, slightly warm from her boot and moist, to feel the bare sole against his hand, was amazingly desirable as he caressed the flesh sliding his fingers between her toes.
Diana tried to kick, feeling the gentle hands caressing her unbidden. She cursed Actaeon for the millionth time, as his own depredations of her had conditioned her body to respond, feeling lust growing between her legs. If the damned male got. that far…she knew what he would think “What about fornication Isn’t that…”
The young man laughed “Diana, Diana, Diana, do not debate a different religion with its chief shepherd. I have read the ORIGINAL writings. St Augustine himself wrote that having sex with a woman, relieves so many OTHER evils…in fact the Cristian church SPONSORED the first brothels...for the very reason of keeping women IN their place. If you did not, deep down, WANT to be a harlot, you would have found a man and married and been FAITHFUL and OBEDIENT to him and the vows of Marriage command ‘you will Love honor and OBEY him’, come Wonder Woman, you LIVED during that time surely you knew…”
Now bare footed, she watched the church leader place her boots neatly beneath the small alter, and return. She watched him remove his breast plate revealing the soft white surcoat beneath still emblazoned with the red cross of the Templar. “Yes I did, why do you think my Mother, sisters and I withdrew and let you males hack at each other with swords, to avoid your misogynistic arrogance and dominance.”
Now divested of the medal; the surcoat held closed only by a simple wide leather ring belt. Diana watched him walk behind her and press his firm warm front to her back, his hands coming around her to slide up her firm flat stomach and cup her breasts thru her uniform
The young pontiff, curious, began to squeeze and caress the soft orbs so warn beneath the fabric. It was causing her sex to grew more moist; an unwilling moan escaped her lips.
“Please” she whimpered now, surprising herself how much she sounded…child ...like “I came here for help…”
The young pontiff listened to her and reached up to begin unfastening her remaining garment. Gently running the modern zipper down as more and more of the pale white flesh of her back was revealed.
She felt him slip his fingers into the top of her uniform, above the eagle’s wings, his nails against the soft flesh of her breasts and the garment began to slip down with ease, what little modesty she had slowly being peeled away it began sliding it down her body.
He stayed behind her, he wanted his first look at her, at a woman, at God’s creation, to be completely natural…as the Lord intended. Lowering her Red white and blue bustier. He paused with it bunched around her waist and slid his arms back around her.
The Lord’s power kept her arms pinned at her sides…he lay his chin over her smooth bare shoulder to gaze down at the soft pouting exposed breasts. He slid his hands up her bare stomach to cup her soft breasts., the soft flesh of a woman’s breast for the first time.
From behind her, Diana could see the large soft gentle hands of the young pontiff come around after unfastening her top. As the fabric slid down it rubbed her nipples causing her to try and stifle another moan. Acteaon’s ministrations and her own impending pregnancy had made her hyper sensitive. As her top was slid down she felt the air on the skin of her breasts, casting a nervous glance at the fire and braziers, what would he do once he had finished divesting her of every stitch. She was cognizant, now more than ever, of the weight of her own breasts which pouted pleasantly, and for the first time in her long life, she hated them, they felt like cow udders, sagging down due to gravity and served no purpose other than to nurse offspring. Forced to face her own femininity.
The young pontiff felt how the smooth unblemished flesh was slippery, his hand seemed to slide up the glistening flesh to the unprotected breasts. Having grown up on a farm and milking cows…these were much softer than a cow’s udders and they fit perfectly in his hands and he used his thumbs to idly flick against the nipples.
To himself he said aloud “Lord I see your hands in all of this...truly, woman was MADE for man” he gently but more firmly squeezed the soft flesh, it was warmer, and more velvety then he had imagined as it squished between his fingers. He felt the hard nub of her nipple on the palm of his hand and smiled. “It was JUST as Emmitt said!” He whispered “Your nipples are hard; you DESIRE a male!”
Diana struggled but could barely move, unaware of her arch enemy’s literal hand in this at his whisper Diana started out with “Wha…” unaware of his thoughts about her bare breasts, but at his proclamation she closed her eyes “PLEASE listen to me…why won’t you listen.”
The pontiff paused at such a…plaintiff cry…the cry of a lamb lost in the wilderness, paused and raised a hand to her cheek “very well my child…consider this a…confession….” He gently stroked her cheek with the back of a finger.
Diana was feeling this was her last chance “Listen, you were raised in the church, celibate. I know that Cardinal Emmett has been telling you about women…but he has not told you all. It…it is like...” she cast about for an example as she felt the pontiff’s hand beginning to slip down her front, thru the bustier and begin slipping into her panties. “it’s like SIN! Yes that’s it…it may make you feel good…make your body respond, but you know it is wrong? She said desperately, if only she could get free of whatever was holding her...could it REALLY be the Cristian God holding her?”
The young pontiff paused…what if she were right. Unable to resist while he listened his hand slid deeper into her breeches, driven by curiosity, perhaps desperation toward her womanhood, if he turned back now he might never…” Perhaps you’re...” he started to say when his fingers brushed her soft neither regions.
Diana felt him freeze, for a moment she hoped she might beat Acteon at his own game, she had promised to submit, to obey but if she could help the young pope understand, but then she felt him stiffen. “Pope Innocent? Your Grace?” she gasped aloud as she felt his finger enter her body pressing past her soft labia.
Suddenly her remaining clothes were ripped off her being tossed contemptuously at her feet, leaving her in the air naked.
The pontiff walked around in front, his first view of God’s perfect work was magnificent. Her perfect body wide hips, unobstructed view of the soft nether lips her breasts pouting. “You’re SHORN!” he pointed accusingly between her legs “and you have ADORNED your sex with rings!” he smiled as a man who had nearly been taken in “Harlot…just like Eve from Genesis…you NEARLY had me, but the LORD has revealed all things to me!” He smiled wryly.
Wonder woman looks shocked as she hung in all her naked glory “n...no…that was forced on me…It was not me…”
The pope smiled and shook his head not believing her. He bent over and snatched up her blue star spangled bottoms and panties “The great Wonder Woman…who met our Lord, who, except for the power of the Lord right now has never been defeated? You wish me to believe you had THAT forced on you?”
Wonder Woman hardened herself frustrated “yes even I loose sometimes…”
The pontiff smiled and grabbed her bottoms in both hands his eyes alight.
“Then explain THIS?” he began to wring her bottoms, a generous flow of her own sexual juices began to squeeze from the fabric like a saturated wash cloth being rung out, she could hear the splatter on the stone floor.
Diana blushed full body, mortified as she stared. She had not imagined she had been gotten THAT wet…and worse she had no answer for him, she just stared feeling like an embarrassed child caught in a lie. Her lips tightened in a line and a tear of embarrassment slid down her cheek.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked meekly
The man strode toward her with a purpose, when he grabbed her arm, Diana felt the force holding her disappear. “I’m going to help you back to the path” he said gently
She felt the stronger male lift her up on her tip toes, walking her thur the puddle of her fluids on the floor and pull her towards the pillory. Off balance and surprised all she could do was shake her head “no…” one hand out before her to try and brace against the wooden device.
The young man nodded grimly “Yes Wonder Woman, do not make me yank on that pretty hair of yours” he lifted the pillory “Put your hands in the stocks wench” he said gently.”
Diana hesitated, and she felt the man’s grip on her tighten “DO it” he said firmly. “You must repent my child” he said.
Slowly…her will shaken with all that Actaeon and his minions had done to her, she felt her wrists slip into the grooves. The Pontiff placed his hand on the back of her head, and as if watching from outside her body, she felt herself put her head thru the center opening, and felt the smooth cool wood come down as he locked her in place. He had her completely helpless now.
She now stood bent 90 degrees at the waist locked in the wooden device. “What are you going to do? She got ready to play her last card.
The pontiff walked to the table retrieving something “What I should have done before. You are going to RENOUNCE your false gods, and you are going to learn your place at the feet of men!”
Diana saw him walk behind her “wait….I... I am pregnant, you can’t harm the children!”
The young man’s belt moved back into her view as she was treated to a view of his waist. From the opening of the surcoat she could see he wore no clothing, his fleshy member standing erect as he gently cupped her chin “You are not even a virgin” he shook his head, his tone one of a man who has been proven right “so much for you not wanting men…Fear not, the church has rules…since the time of Moses we have studied how to discipline women without harm to the innocent.
He walked back around and admired the scene he had set up. Her naked ass lay before him. From behind, her soft bare sex pressed between her legs as her feet pranced the floor like an anxious mare he feet glistening with her fluids and he noted the fluid running down her thighs “so your body betrays you with these thoughts my child…he was looking forward to restoring copulation back to the church.350x350
For Wonder Woman, she could only stand there. Suddenly she felt a sting across her ass as a smack sounded off the walls almost deafening. Diana lunched in the pillory, not so much from pain as surprise.
The young pope had retrieved his riding stick, and brought it down hard against her ass. He had read up on the techniques, and paused before striping her ass again, causing deep red welts to raise “Repent, and convert, this is not what I wish to do” he said though his heart raced with the excitement his action caused within him.
For Diana this was almost childish, Actaeon had been much more effective but her direction was, not to give in too easily, and she would die before she renounced Hera. She shook her head no.
Again the man brought the rod down hard against her ass. He was not holding back, and enjoyed looking at the glistening lips of the soft vagina before him. Again he raised the rod and heard it whistle as it kissed the flesh of her ass.
He paused again, and she waited. The next stripe brought her head up sharply, it was not across her ass, but instead the soft leather tone of the riding crop smacked against the unprotected bare labia of her sex and she let out a surprised yelp.
The pope nodded, striking again with another swat, her hand locked he had unhindered access of his target, and he struck her again, and again “repent!
“I…I can’t” she pleased “My mother”
The man strung again “your mother is as much a harlot and needs to be cleansed as well”
Diana thought it would last longer, but the pause lasted, suddenly the riding crop was presented to her nose “Apparently, I am not getting thru” the young man sneered. The riding crop has a pungent scent and as Diana’s eyes focused, she saw why he had stopped. The leather of the riding crop was sopping wet with her sexual juices. More humiliation at being female…
Diana closed her eyes, while it was endurable it was NOT pleasant. There was a pause, and she tried to be ready for the next stripe. She waited...she heard some movement was he getting another...WHAP! he striped her again. She was sweating so heavily now that the fluid ran off her breasts to her nipples and dripped on the floor.
He suddenly appeared in front of her with an iron claw like device. “ Perhaps I need other methods…Do you see 130x123134x150this Wonder woman?” he closed the device menacingly “it was called a breast ripper. Fortunate for you that we do not use this method…however.”
He brought out another metal device and showed it to her. This is called a Pear. It could be used in your rectum, the screws turn and the petals open, and could rip you apart, or your vagina…but I think I have a MUCH better place for it.” She felt him hold her nose and yanked her head up...when her mouth opened he jammed the device in and began twisting the screw. As the petals opened she found her mouth opened. Diana glowered in defiance, if he opened them enough, they would dislocate her jaw.
In a private room within the Academy of Sciences. Acteon, his arm still in a cast and brace, watched as the young pope resumed caning wonder woman’s ass “Cardinal Emmitt, I think this has gone far enough. I gave Diana my word she would not be hurt if she cooperated.”
The cardinal chuckled “This must happen for the plan to work, besides, you yourself said that she will give in, if I understand Amazons correctly, what this boy is doing hardly compares what you did.”
The difference is” he said to the Cardinal “that was for a transgression…this is just a boy getting off.”
The Cardinal looked up from the surveillance camera “This from the man who’s arm she broke? I will stop it if you wish…but I think the amazon is having fun…There is a good chance our plans will fall thru if we do not…”
Actaeon watched with growing concern “Fine, but Damn it this cannot keep going this way…I gave my WORD”
“And she gave hers” The Cardinal replied “when she is ready she will relent, he will take her up to the Sistine chapel…and have her and then WE will have HIM….”
Back in the necropolis. Pole Innocent had decided it was time to move on. Moving Diana from the Pillory, unaware that the Amazon warrior could, at any point from here, have disabled or killed him. He believed he was forcing her to lay on the rack.
The device had a set of blunted metal spikes that fit to the small of her back. She allowed him to lock her ankles into the restraints feeling him caressing her legs like a coveted prize. He buckled the leather around her wrists. Once there he began twisting the main windless. Diana was soon stretched taught over the wooden rack.
For a moment she worried that he was going to rape her right there as he removed his own leather belt. He took a moment to run his hands along her taught body. Enjoying the feel of it as he cupped her breast. With a slow swagger he moved toward her waist. With child like wonder, she felt him slide his hand up her inner thigh till his index finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, and he crudely massaged her sex “You want this…deep down you know I am right”
She shook her head no but her body’s juices just kept flowing. She felt him wipe his hand on her abdomen and approached her feet, doubling the leather strop he gave a hard swing against the bottom of her feet.
Diana gave a startled “OOHHHUH!” Unused to ever having that part of her body assaulted, it actually caused her pain.
The Pope nodded grimly “you have but to ask repentance” he said before delivering another hard slap to the soles of her feet. “This is interesting, your feet are not used to this...soon the soles will swell and walking will be agony…you really Can save yourself a lot of...penance…
The pope marveled at the perfection before him…her body glistening with sweat...shimmering like angel’s wings. Her breathing rapid. He paused to take a cool iced rag from a cooler and drag it over the bare torso of her body.
The sudden contrast made her nipples stand on end, and he gently caressed her “is this not preferable…” he said; hands roaming over her taught body “admit…you want to be obedient to me….”
For Diana this had gone on long enough, she wanted to be away from this boy. She paused, her mouth spread by the pare within in…slowly, she nodded.
Delighted the pope…flush with the taboo grinned “you will obey me? Do what your told?”
Diana nodded again.
His hands trembling, his surcoat open without the belt, she could see he was prepared for the encounter, he gently helped her to sit up.
She allowed him to remove the pare device and he moved in to place an awkward kiss on her lips “you will accompany me up to the chapel…you will be silent and not ask questions?”
Working her stiff jaw, she nodded. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and her feet were bruised, but that was nothing for a warrior. She looked back at her uniform which lay like a sacrifice on the alter.
“Never mind that, that was your old life…just follow me…” She felt the young man reach down between her legs, attaching a leash to her clit ring, the weight of the metal clip causing her to wince as it tugged on her sensitive clit and led her out...her naked, him in the open surcoat. When the door shut, a feline silhouette stepped from the shadows and caressed the golden lasso and belt giving a feline purr. “Soon you will be mine”
Wonder Woman was, once again, lead thru the necropolis. This time naked as the day her mother had formed her from clay, before Zeus had breathed life into her. She felt the well-worn stone beneath her bare feet as she walked. The only sound was of the torches sputtering. They ascended a different set of stairs emerging in the cool night air. The moon was full and the sky clear. Diana felt the cool air against her bare breasts, the nipple rings swaying as she walked, the cool air causing her nipples to harden.
Once again four Swiss guard flanked them and Diana had to keep her attention on the leash between her legs as the young pope walked behind her across the open ground. Should she lag behind, there was not a lot to her small clit and a stumble or even lagging behind would cause the leash to rip the flesh leaving her in agony and without any female sexual stimulation. What was it with males and leashes anyways? Since her ordeal had started she had worn a bit and bridle, a collar and leash, it must be the male drive to control. So she had to keep her head down looking at the leash to ensure there was a loop of slack.
She was surprised that she was walked openly thru the night air, from the look of it, it was after midnight. Once again naked, the chafing clothing done she walked in silence, in the open where anyone could see her.
Alan smiles watching the muscles of her tight ass work as she walked. He had deliberately passed the leash between her legs so he could “Walk her’ from behind and be treated to the sight of the pagan woman walking with her head down as if in penance, while the moonlight shown the red welts on her shapely ass.
Together they mounted the steps to the chapel. To any who could see, a silhouette of a woman, head bowed, entering the sanctuary. Two guards with Halberds smirked as they snapped to attention, opening the large wooden door. As Wonder Woman stepped in, she felt the warmth within. The smooth marble still had the grit and grime of the feet walking across it she felt on the sole of her feet.
Despite herself she felt the arousal in the anticipation of the coming sex, or more exactly the coming orgasms. If Actaeon was nothing else, he was a well-practiced lover, having made an art of turning a woman’s physical pleasures against her.
The Guards stopped at the inner gate, as The pope walked Wonder Woman under the frescos of the ceiling. Scientists and artists had restored the celling where, in the 1700’s nudes had been painted over with fig leaves but now restored to show the nudity as art. Wonder Woman had to admit it was hard to believe that these works had been created by a man…however in every case woman was depicted as BELOW a man…
When they arrived at the altar, she paused, and felt the young man’s hand at her thighs removing the leash. 2 older looking “altar boys” removed the candles from the altar, as well as the white cloth revealing the smooth centuries old wood. Stylized “horns’ remained on the device, to which, in ancient time, an animal would be secured to for sacrifice.
The pontiff gave her a level gaze “not until you show your obedience…” he said with a warning in his voice, what he could possibly do she did not know, and did not think he knew.
She watched him wait expectantly and then with a sigh she went to her knees, staring at his bare, unwashed feet. He had said Magdalen had washed Christ’s feet with her tears…she had no tears, but he expected something some she knelt forward and slid her tongue up from the middle toe up the instep to the ankle. The taste was what she expected, salty, a slight tinny taste, different from Actaeon but in no way unpleasant. More humiliating then disgusting. She quietly began to lap, her palms flat on the floor as she moves her head up and down. She found she could lose herself in her own thoughts as she performed this duty.
He lifted his foot and allowed her to press her nose up between the toes and the ball of the foot, slipping her tongue between the toes to clean them each before sucking each toe. She was becoming so familiar with this she found herself panting and licking harder, running her tongue alone the sole from heel to ball and craning her head like a pet dog to make sure she coated the entire foot with her saliva. She paused to allow him to shift his weight before continuing with the other foot. It really was not at all unpleasant if it had not been for the humiliation. Were this someone she actually loved, she would offer to do it as a gift…but this was required, and it was not a gift but was expected of her with any male, animal or human.
When she finished the second foot, he allowed her to go back to the first and then the second again. Once she had massaged his foot thoroughly with her tongue, she allowed her hair to fall forward and dried them with her dark tresses.
“Get on the Altar Woman” The pope intoned.
This surprised Diana but she did not comment, she sat her bare arse on the smooth cool wood and swung her feet up…laying down “I am to be a sacrifice then?”
She felt his hands on her bare ankle and a cold metal shackle that fit tightly, as her ankle was secured to one of the horns “Think of it more as, a blessing” he smiled pointing up to the center fresco where Adam reached toward God “I figure that if I can do this, and no one stops us, then I am performing in the sight of God. On the other hand, should your…HERA, show up…” he winked taking her wrist and securing it over her head.
Wonder Woman was to be spread like an eagle, on the altar of the Lord. She could feel the young man trembling with excitement as she glanced toward the door, her naked body being stretched taught on the Altar. She hoped to see Flash, or Green Lantern or someone come thru the door and stop this nightmare. But there was no one. No one had come when her virginity was taken…and the area remained silent. It was becoming harder and harder for her to keep up any form of hope. She was pregnant with her enemy and rapist’s children, she was giving pleasure to, not only him but whomever he designated, on an almost hourly basis and she was rewarding with her body the very criminals she swore to defeat doing the very crimes she swore to defend against. And her only refuge was in the unwanted physical pleasures they forced on her.
Allen dismissed the Guard, just as Emmett had told him and now walked around the beautiful bound woman. As the cardinal had said, he had not even touched her and already her body exuded copious amounts of sexual fluid all over the polished wooden altar. Her body shimmered as he moved to each of the cardinal compass points with a pure white candle. One at each dainty bare foot, one at each bound helpless hand. Once finishes he awkwardly fumbled with his Surcoat, tugging at the belt until it loosened and he let it fall to the floor.
Wonder Woman was helpless but to stare at the young man before her. His body was unblemished, a soft alabaster white from being covered. Between his legs his length left a bit to be desired but his scrotum showed a full warm sac full of his seed. He had a swimmers build a bit…scrawny.
The young pope walked over, gazing but a moment on the bound woman before him. He looked up at the image of God and Adam “Lord, if this is not your will, stop me now before the event, but know that I mean only to have this woman as you meant her to be.”
Diana could not even struggle, they had her and there was no way out “What happened to not tempting the Lord thy God” as she gasps feeling his young hands again on her breast”
Allen slipped his left hand up her upper body to caress her throat. Diana could feel the smooth, warm hand, without a hint of a callous, scented with rose. Allen’s right hand cupped her chin, his left tracing her cheek coming to rest on the crown of her head firmly trapping her head in his hands “I do not believe this is tempting HIM…rather, he is testing, me...I ask only his guidance…Now will you be a good girl and be silent while I finish you off?” he smiled down at her.
Diana considered a moment, glancing to the door…no help...no one coming. She looked back and gave a quiet resigned nod.
Almost immediately his mouth sealed hers. His lips were soft and firm, an open mouthed hard kiss, not a soft timid one that made her amazon heart flutter with joy and her belly begin to burn with lust. Still holding her head firmly between his hands, he pressed his kiss to her lips twisting his head as he ground his lips against hers, below him his erection firm and hard. Diana could feel the pressure on the hinge of her jaw, he wanted her to open her mouth so he could rape it with his tongue. Almost automatically her amazon lust opened her mouth and met his tongue as it thrust hers aside to explore her mouth she found herself suckling on it firmly; his warm slippery tongue thrust down to the back of her throat.
Diana’s amazon blood rushed to her nipples as the pontiff crushed his mouth to hers in a hard awkward but effective kiss that took her breath away, his tongue running over hers as he ground his lips against her mouth. She did not try to move her head and even began to respond as best she could though he controlled her head firmly, breathing his breath into her mouth.
When he came up for air, he panted and had a wild lustful look in his eye,
“Amazon Harlot…I knew you would bend to the will of a man. He spied her nipples, his mouth moving to them, giving a flat tongued lick that would have arched her back if she had not been trussed like a sacrificial lamb. Tugging helplessly at her bonds, making the, clank and rattle as she struggled, she obediently remained silent allowing him to suckle at her nipples pointing her toes as the sensation caused a fresh rush of her fluids from between her legs, onto the polished wood of the altar and she felt her strength diminish as more of her was sacrificed to a deity other than the Olympians. With as aroused as this man was, she was surprised he took time to coat each of her ripe breasts with his saliva and sample them.
Then she felt him move above her, mounting the altar, his warm body against her’s as he positioned himself to enter her. She gave him a half-lidded look into his eyes as she felt him position his hips over hers, his head sliding between her nether lips, the sacrificial dagger poised to thrust into her body. When he arched, he slipped his dagger smoothly into her body, causing her to inhale and close her eyes throwing her head back over the edge of the altar with a bestial grunt as she sheathed him.
When her eyes opened, she saw him smiling, she knew from the thick feeling between her legs this had been exactly the reaction he had hoped for. Pausing to grind his pubic bone against hers he began to withdraw and thrust.
“This is all I ever imagined, Amazon harlot…” he punctuated each phrase with a full thrust into her chained body “why do you resist your better” he grunted lifting up and thrusting again hard “REPENT and take you place at the feet of men.”
For Alan this had to be part of the Lord’s heaven. He wanted this and he enjoyed the feel of her slippery flesh around his length. She remained silent and obedient as he thrust, firmly into her, rocking her hard, the chains of her feet holding her as he entered, the chains on her wrists holding her as he withdrew.
This was for him and he knew it. He did not care, for the moment, about her pleasure, he was over 30 years old and had never known the flesh of a woman, how could anyone deny themselves this…this God given pleasure.
Diana felt his body and knew the was going to climax early. His arms sliding around her so her breasts pressed against his chest he ground down into her body and the dam broke. Another male claimed the amazon pussy, on an altar of a rival god…Above her she looked up to see the young unblemished man arching, his eyes closed, his pubic bone pressed against hers as he pulsed deeply within her, fulfilling his boast to have her. He filled her with his milky white seed, with nothing to stop him. Despite her passion she felt so small...so helpless…so USELESS as another rapist took what they wanted from her, doubt began to grow in her mind, perhaps she really did deserve this…even her body betrayed her as she felt the pang of her own growing lust denied as the male above her took his and left her behind.
The young pontiff paused with his length pressed as deep into as he could force it. He allowed the pleasure to wash over him. He was quite surprised that he did not feel regret, or guilt, rather he felt powerful…vindicated, in control. The Amazon whore lay beneath him…her body pleasuring him without regard to what she claimed she wanted, the pleasant sensation of his climax slowly subsided. He felt her warm body, now sticky instead of just slippery. He felt himself beginning to soften. For some reason that was pleasant, he could not thrust into her limp...but he wanted to go limp within her.
Still above her, watching her pant like an animal...like a dog, he smiled down “how does it feel my child...to be shown your place? You look like you wanted something more…” she smirked with a condescending voice, as if speaking to a young child.
Playing her part, though part of her was sincere when she looked up at him “Great Her…u…good lord that is the most pent up of any man who has…had me…”
Alan looked own at her, enjoying how she was stretched and helpless “You try going 30 years…but then you went several hundred didn’t you…why did you deny yourself this pleasure?
Wonder Woman swallowed, the warm weight of the man atop him “unlike you, who just get pleasure, a woman has to carry a child for 9 months and then provide for it…we…anything else we want to do is…it has to be put on hold while men get to go do what they want.”
The pontiff laughed “such is the will of the Lord; you were MADE that way woman. Perhaps as punishment for giving Adam the apple…you were made from the rib bone of a MAN, you were made FOR man, without use you would not exist…”
If she thought that was going to garner her sympathy, she was disappointed. The Pope began to dismount his human mare as he felt the cool air on his now wet scrotum and cock “You are to bring to birth the men who will run the world for our Lord…even Christ was MALE…” He dismounted the altar, watching her pant, her firm admen moving as his seed seeped between the soft smooth petals of her pussy. HIS seed, he had done that and she could neither stop it nor take it back. He waked around to her head his wet cock dangling in front of her “Yes, it is woman’s penance for having offered Adam the apple without telling him where it came from”
Diana laid back, she could feel his semen on her neathers “she bit her lower lip looking up at him “are we done?”
The young pontiff threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing off the sanctuary walls before allowing his hands to return to exploring her body “Hardly, do you think I went 30 years for a…what is the expression, wham bam thank you ma’am?” he greedily squeezed her soft breast and ran his tongue up the side of her cheek “we have all night, and you have much penance to do and I do believe this is my reward. But I could not tell from how you asked that question” he smirked nuzzling the Adams apple of her throat as he continued to have his way with her “were you hopeful? Or disappointed?”
Diana felt filthy, dirty, her body shimmering, from the sweat he was putting her in, her ass slipping against the smooth waxed wood, even with Actaeon, she had not felt this…disgusted with herself…with the knowledge that every lewd crude gesture this man did with her, made her that much more keenly aware of her own desire to climax.
The pontiff stepped up to the head of the altar and pushed Diana’s forehead back. Diana was treated to an upside-down view of the man’s limp cock and scrotum, still shimmering and wet with her own juices. The scent was pungent, but not unpleasant, Diana had performed oral on most of her sisters back on Thesimiscara, it was a mutual thing, consensual but she had tasted pussy before, the fact that this came from her own sex, was unsettling but, in her mind, it was not much different.
“Get to work woman” the Chief Shepard chuckled “you made the mess, now clean it up so I can have you again, I promise you a reward this time.” He said smugly.
His dangling length filed her vision as he stepped forward, pressing the soft folds of his scrotum against her nose. Timidly at first, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and began to lick the soft scrotum. As his thighs moved and his scrotum swayed she could catch glimpses of the door to the chappal from between his legs. It remained locked, no one came. No Flash, not Huntress, no Green Lantern. She imagined John up on watchtower right now…rutting with Vixen. Almost like being within a dream, she felt her mouth open and with a gentle suckle, pulled the soft orbs of the man above her into her mouth and into her cheeks like a human chipmunk. Once there her tongue began to wash his balls. A gentle suckling as she felt the head of his cock against her chin and her tongue began to gently roll her war, orbs within in her mouth.
Like his feet the taste was, different, but not unpleasant. She had always thought the act of tasting her own juices would be repugnant, deviant, yet now, looking up at the man’s Perineum…her nose pressed against the soft warm fess as it slide across the top of her nose, she felt her mouth water at the slightly sweet tangy taste of her own juices, mixed with the salty sweat of the man. The very taboo of it made her long for a climax as she suckled more firmly, moving her lips along the soft fleshy back to kiss the underside before suckling it gently back into her mouth.
The pontiff was amazed, unknown to him that Wonder Woman had been conditioned by the Cardinal and Actaeon Davies, he felt her bending to his will, the feel of her warm mouth heaven on his scrotum, the feel of her silken cheeks against his inner thighs and the sight of her bare body stretched out before him…he felt his arousal returning. “that’s it woman…serve your master” he said softly sliding his hand again over her bare arms back to her breasts. She was HIS…helpless…but even better, he was taming her, making her obedient to the will of man, and God. His hands slid over her body to again rest on her breasts. Yes he would take his time, let her continue to suckle his balls…His fingers again found her nipples…the harlots nipple rings still present as he slipped his pinky into each ring and lifted the soft flesh, distending the nipples. He found, to his pleasant surprised, that if he tugged, she would wince, or squirm, her mouth hungrily kissing and nuzzling him.
He tried doing what the internet had shown…caressing her, bending over to taste her flesh with his lips, he was learning, when he would kiss or pleasure she would respond with a moan, the most warm breath from her nostrils puffing against flesh that had never felt such a breeze before. Smug and self-assured he wanted to feel this, he stood above her, making her serve him. He had no idea how much time had passed but he was in no hurry.
When he stepped back, he was half erect, her lips leaving the flesh with a soft smack and a thin strand of her saliva connecting her lower lip to the bottom of his sack, as she panted.
For Diana, the princess, this was work, even when she had eaten out her sisters, those had been short intervals, and even though Actaeon had been using her mouth, the tongue, normally used to short bouts of activity, would get tired from the constant licking and suckling, though like any muscle her stamina was increasing the more she used it, it was still work.
Above her she saw the male step back and aim the head of his half erect cock at her face, she knew what to expect and she opened her mouth as he slid his shaft in to the back of her throat. The clean scrotum now mushed around her nose as she relaxed her throat. Acteon had been training her to deep throat, and she let the shaft slide down the back of her throat, feeling him grip her under her arms to get leverage as he began to face fuck the helpless amazon.
The taste was the same, and she pressed her soft red lips around the base of his shaft, letting him do the work. In her self-despair, her mind continued to work, stray thoughts such as her ability to feel his quickening pulse as the blood pumped up the organ in her mouth. As he thrust down her gullet, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed, feeling his nuts softly bumping her nose… in all her dreams and nightmares, she had never pictured herself having this close a look at a male’s anatomy, but there was nothing she could do. The lives of her mother and sister were at stake, she kept telling herself that. She knew she was arousing the man, so he could mount her and rape her again, she hated herself for wanting that…if she didn’t get a climax soon, she would go insane, yet when she climaxed she would make him feel vindicated for all she had done, and likely encourage him to do this to other women. This was an attack on women’s rights…and she could do nothing.
Allen allowed himself to get fully hard, as much as he wanted to experience what it would be like to climax in her mouth…it was what was between her legs that was his prize.
He dismounted her mouth and once again took his spot above her on the altar. “Ready for round two?” he smiled.
Diana raised her head, she was pretty sure now that his cock had been in her mouth, there would be no more kissing. With him in a pushup like position, and her spread like an eagle beneath him, she was helpless but could see his erect shaft pointing between her legs. It had been a long dry spell for him and she watched him take himself in hand, still glistening with her salvia and gently nestle his head once more against her entrance.
His initial edge taken off, the Pontiff could afford to tease her a little. He enjoyed gently rubbing the head of his erection against her soft lips…watching them part and cling to his flesh, feeling the warm moist muscles as he readied to take her again. Her soft lips wrinkled and parted as he slid just his head between them.
Diana trued to lift her hips, the sensations were degrading but maddening. Teasing the pope lifted his hips “ah ah Ah Harlot….do you want something?” he chuckled, lording over her,
Diana felt hatred in her heart for a brief flesh, but her will quickly crumbled…”please…at least…don’t…”
The grinning man slipped the head of his cock out and instead slid the shaft up and down against her clit “That’s not very arousing…perhaps I should…play more?”
Finally a tear ran down her cheek, she knew what he wanted, and she also knew she was going to give it to him “Please…” she said, using his own words “Finish me off…”
Seeing Wonder Woman, the champion of ALL women, an amazon, weeping beneath him, sent the young pontiff’s hormones into over drive “there was that so…” He gritted his teeth and thrust into her viciously “HARD to say?”
With Diana’s motor having been revved for so long, the firm thrust made her world explode in pleasure as she felt her opening filled by a male. Her muscles stretched over her rapist’s cock and as her body went into over drive her mind went idle, all she could focus on was the bestial thrusting above her, within her.
She felt him lay down atop her, his weight pinning her as he slid his arms around her in an embrace. His lips went to her neck as he began to gently nuzzle and nip at the flesh, her pillowlike breasts compressed against his firm chest.
Allen set up a firm Rhythm to take this woman…feeling her muscles clench his erection as his hips raised and feeling her relax as he thrust back down. Completely sheathed he began to experiment, shifting his hips left and right, up and down as he held deep within her so that her soft lips smeared her slippery juices over his groin.
As he experimented he found he could learn what she liked, what was even better, where his first lust had been over in less than 1 min, he found he could now continue, fully erect.
Diana’s first orgasm hit them both by surprise. Diana’s eyes flew open completely amazed at the force of her climax, while Alan was caught off guard as the woman’s muscles clenched at his shaft trying to pull it and his seed deeper into her womb.
While Diana rode out her orgasm, Alan was not done by a long shot. Diana began to pant heavily “please…please “she sounded breathless… like a runner who could not go another step. Alan’s reaction was to place his hand firmly over her mouth “Silence woman, a woman is SEEN and not HEARD, you will speak ONLY when spoken TO...do I make myself CLEAR” punctuating each statement with a thrust.
Diana’s eyes opened as the soft manicured hand sealed over her mouth forcing her to thru and catch her breath thru her nose. Her breathing became labored her eyes pleading, but the firm hand remained clamped like a muzzle over her mouth. She heard him speak and could only nod…pleadingly
For the pontiff, this was incredible, he could feel the hot breath pulsing against his hand as the woman beneath him trembled and struggled. He was only just beginning, the night young. Hi sacrifice secure, he left his hand in place and continued back to nuzzle her neck, a large red mark appearing each place he suckled on her neck.
For Wonder Woman, she began to grow desperate, she was breathing thru her nose, but it was work in addition to the thrusting she was getting from the male. The domination, like an amazon or a strongman, was driving her to another mind-blowing climax…She had heard from different people, about Auto erotic deaths…where people tried to deprive the brain of oxygen during climax, as it was supposed to make the climax even more intense…about breath control play.
She struggled…this was not equality, this was a woman being used...used as a toy as an object, but the climax was approaching like a freight train and she could not stop it. She tried to thrash her head, but the man’s hand kept her head controlled and her mouth clamped…
She felt him bite her neck again, his thumb flicking a nipple as he thrust again firmly and her climax triggered…she trembled beneath him as her vision began to go black…dark clouds floating in to obscure her vision.
The pontiff felt her second climax…. felt it last longer than the first…. he watched her. Arching up he kept his hand clamped but a moment over her mouth as he watched yer eyes flutter and close and watched her body go limp.
With a smirk he removed his hand and shifted position. Now that she was out cold…he pulled back slowly and SLAMMED his whole weight into her. Her body shook with the force.
Again he drew back And NOW” THRUST you WILL THRUST learn your PLACE! He trembled, his last thrust as hard as he could into her pelvis and felt his climax erupting…it pulsed again and again as he trembled above her.
Panting, limp but exhilarated. The young church leader dismounted her for the second time. He could see her chest heaving as her body fought to catch its breath. Smugly he struck her twice firmly against her cheek “Wake up harlot, I am not DONE with you yet….
Her head just rocked, as she lay unresponsive. Smiling his hand moved to her breasts, to slap them several times, taking a nipple ring to pull it up and twist. This managed to illicit a grown from the woman, and her back arched briefly “No I am not done with you by a long shot…
Feeling awkward but flushed with righteous victory, Pope Innocent XIV stepped his bare feet on to the marble floor of the sanctuary, feeling the grit and remembering the feel of the woman’s mouth on his feet. The air was pleasantly warm as he stood alone in the famous chapel. He looked up to the fresco painted by Leonardo Di Vinci himself, unaware of the security camera hidden in the ceilings to protect from vandals. He gazed at the centerpiece, of Adam, naked, stretching out his hand to God. And here he stood, naked, like Adam before God, with his… Eve…
The air felt nicely against his most skin, he felt secure that he had not done anything more, then what God had granted the beasts…and after all if this is how God provided for beasts…how much more would he provide for man. The old scriptures were true, about not feeling shame to stand naked before God…the feel of air about him was electrifying, it heightened his senses. He could feel the softest draft against his skin...the cool sensation of the sexual juices of the woman before him on his sexual organ.
Standing before the altar, the pagan princess stretched naked before him, his seed weeping from between her legs, he raised his hands over the prostrate helpless Wonder Woman and gave him thanks, and praise his words and song echoing off the empty chapel.
Looking down, Wonder Woman was still out cold, stretched taught as a bow string, naked as Eve herself on the day of her creation. Softly, reverently, he ran his hands down the length of her body. Caressing her…starting at her wrists…down slowly, enjoying the silken warm feeling of her slippery flesh, to her torso. It was arousing to have her this way, blessedly silent, unresisting, her flesh yielding as his hands found their way once again to her soft udders. His young loins beginning to stir once again as he spread his hands, feeling down the ribs, the ribs from which she was created, FROM man…toward wide hips…child bearing hips.
He thought he felt a slight bulge in her flat, taught stomach…that’s right the whore had said she was with child…that only help assuage any hint of guilt he may have felt, she had been with other men.
Within the Casina Po IV, Emmitt and Actaeon observed the two “lovers” as the young pope slid an open palm up to cup and palm Diana’s crotch openly groping her.
“There you see Actaeon?” The cardinal said “I told you he would calm down… people try to make rape too much about pain and suffering, when really it is CONTROL, my young apprentice is more interested in her beauty and his own pleasure then is seriously injuring her.”
Actaeon observed “That is one pent up pope, I am not sure even in my youth I was that active…but still Diana is performing well...I will need to reward her. So how are you going to topple this Pope?”
The Cardinal smiled “you’re a bounty hunter Actaeon…patience, I figure our young pigeon has one or two more romps in him is all.”
Back in the Sistine Chapel, Alan was getting aroused again, it was fascinating to touch her nether lips unbidden…watching the soft moist skin wrinkle and stretch at his bidding. Fascinated by the bare skin he slid his hands down her legs, to the warm solid iron manacle at her ankle and over her delicate bare foot, wiping their combined juices from his hand against her skin on the way.
Once done, his hands slid back up, slowly retracing his steps, sliding his hands along under her, along her firm shapely ass. That is when the thought came to him unbidden…Now that he had taken some of the starch out of this woman, it was time to really show her her place.
Coming full erect he trembled as he fumbled with the iron key, unlocking the manacles. He shook her firmly. She moans, slowly she was coming to. Allen was no athlete, as he slipped his hand behind her neck and set her up. Her eyes more than half lidded, she say there staring dumbly, her breasts sagging pleasantly with the change in position, a bit of drool running down her chin.
The pontiff smirked as he wrapped his arms around her under her arms and those soft warm breasts “You must REALLY be into this if someone as inexperienced as I, can blow your mind this easily…
Her weight was dead weight, and she was heavy but he lifted her. She was so sweaty he almost dropped her as her feet slid off the altar. With a heave, he pressed her forward face down on the altar, her red stripped ass high in the air.
Trembling with lust and exertion…he had trouble keeping her in place as he wrestled with one Iron manacle around her wrist.
“What is he doing?” The Cardinal frowned.
“I think I know” Acteon smirked “he got her stretched wrong…that manacle is for her wrist, but the other one is supposed to be for her foot…he’s going to ass fuck her.
Alan managed to get the first restraint secured as Wonder Woman began to stir “no no no my pretty not yet” With the first on in place he was able to grab her other wrist lean back and stretch her to the other manacle. He closed it around her wrist and locked it.
Standing back to admire his work, Wonder Woman was now stretched face first and ass up over the Altar, a beautiful view of her soft sex between the shapely thighs.
As she began to try and sit up, the pontiff quickly grabbed a decorative rope holding one of the veils. Kneeling behind he moved her ankle to one of the altar’s feet and tied it tightly there.
“What…where am…what are you” Wonder Woman tried to pick up her head.
Alan quickly grabbed her other foot and looped the rope around the opposite foot of the altar. Standing up he smiled. Wonder Woman’s ass was spread before him
Diana looked up...she had been taken anal plenty of time, but it was still for the male and uncomfortable for her “you…can’t...” she said craning her neck to see the young man walk up behind her.
Alan smiled running his hands over the bare ass…his fingers drawing lines over the welts and making her head jerk up “A bit sensitive, are we?”
Diana knew what was wanted, she looked back as she felt his finger run gently over the pucker of her opening “That...that is going to hurt…Please don’t use me that way.”
Alan smiled taking his erect length and pressing the tip firmly against her anus “Why my dear…that’s WHY they call it PENNANCE.” He leaned over her and THRUST.
Diana winced as her head came up, feeling his thickness within her “Arrghh!” she cried out as her anus was stretched.
Using his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks, he thrust himself again in, sinking deeper “Besides I didn’t clean myself off so at least you have some lubricant.
When Actaeon and his goons had taken her, they were experienced…giving her time to adjust going more slowly, but in his lust the man behind her was riding her hard, the friction causing her anus to stretch and burn. “AHH!” She said as he lunged, stretched out before him.
She felt him grasp her hair and pull himself home, lodging his length deep in her ass. He began to thrust.
The pontiff smirked…this was tighter than her pussy, and he could bend over her…take her like a dog as he hissed “we call this your, Satan hole for a reason.” Panting he pulled back and thrust again, each thrust causing her to grunt and cry out.
For Wonder Woman’s part, she was finished, she was exhausted, weak… and there was nothing she could do. Again, and again the man behind her pulled out only to ram back in. her feet spread she could only lay there and be used.
As his third time, Alan panted, it felt warm, and glorious…her smooth ass molding against him as he shoved into her again and again. The coupled pair’s grunts echoed off the walls of the sacred chamber as the night wore on. The sputtering candles casting a shadow of a man, riding a woman as one would ride a horse.
Diana lost track of time again, her mouth hung open as her ass relaxed finally accepting the invader behind her. She dimply remembered feeling him stiffen and shove, and a slippery feeling within her bowel…before everything went quiet.
Back in the monitoring room. Acteon was shaking his head “Emmitt…I can’t have this anymore…he is going to RUIN her AND my training,
The Cardinal raised his hand “Relax Acteon...look.” On the monitor…the 2 lay on the altar. Wonder Woman, drooling and out cold again, the Pontiff draped over her, cock still in her ass, snoring. “I was counting on this…” he looked at the clock “5 a.m., almost dawn, that much romping takes energy…energy our young pope is not used to putting out…like most males after so much...exertion, he will sleep…Time to spring the trap.”
Somewhere, in the distance, Alan heard a voice…it sounded alarmed…angry?” Something was shining in his eyes. He could hear birds singing. He felt as if he had gotten the best sleep of his life. Opening his eyes and holding up a hand…it was sunlight…but why was it green. It was streaming thru a stained-glass window. The memory came to his sleepy brain, Wonder Woman, the penance…. suddenly he was full awake!
“Your eminence!” The voice sounded appalled, Shocked “Holy Father! WHAT have you DONE?” He stood up, naked his eyes seeking the voice and spotting the Swiss Guard uniform with a smart phone right in front of him.
The Chapel!…Cardinal Emmett had said to be clear of the sanctuary before 5…what had he…” he was still naked, still laying atop a naked Wonder Woman, who was struggling in her chains, and in front of him…the young Swiss guards, were rushing forward with tunics to render aid...each one with a smart phone out…each one filming and photographing him…
“Oh no…”