General Blankenship smiled as the auction of the women at Madison Square Gardens, ended at exactly midnight, Christmas morning.
What A Christmas present” he thought to himself “to have lived long enough to see women of this caliber, put up for sale and sold like live stock for WHATEVER purpose the owner wanted, and this time they really would get away with it.
Standing by Wonder Woman’s crate, a non-descript wooden shipping crate marked simply “Live lab animal”. The general glanced up, seeing the absolutely stunning Shayera, Hawkwoman herself, standing passively, eyes down as her owner, yes her OWNER,Vandal Savage, pulled the defunct passive heroin’s arms behind her back and laced them up in black leather arm binders, then taking a black leather parody of a falcon’s hood with a white feathered crest and tug it over her empty head, using his hands to thread her silken flaming red hair neatly down her back and buckled the hood around her beautiful bare throat; then took the the gold filigree chain that was used as an animal leash, attached to her softly pouting breasts and tugged causing the winged heroine to begin walking, her soft pouting breasts pulling up by the nipple rings. Smiling smugly, he led her out an obedient well trained animal. His heart soared and fluttered to watch the woman passively and blindly walk across the open parking lot to a waiting vehicle, as naked as the day she was born and without a shred of modesty. Savage entered first with the great Hawkwoman climbing in front of him on her knees. Within he could see Shayera press her face into Savage’s groin, his hand on the back of her hooded head as she bobbed on his cock and drove off. No rescue, no contrived operation, no Justice league, just a successful operation as she welcomed the first day of the rest of her life nursing like a kitten.
Yes, this had been the best Christmas many in the city had ever had in their life. Lifting his leg like “Captain Morgan” he rested it on Wonder Woman’s Crate and watching proudly as the Auction was cleaned up and prepared for the Christmas morning festivities. For the first time in his memory, the criminal Auction had gone off without a hitch, the women had been sold, final payments had been made, and the merchandise, yes he liked that term for the women, the MERCHANDISE had been shipped. In a few hours the city would be celebrating the holiday without ever knowing what happened here, and they would laugh all the way to the bank.
The rejuvenated general bent down next to the breathing holes of the crate that contained his old ally, Wonder Woman. The tope open, he rested his foot on Wonder Woman’s bare chest between her softly pouting breasts.
“That’s right Princess…that’s just where I want you, under my foot with the rest of the dirt.” He smiled.
He checked again to make sure everything was in place, he was not about to leave ANYTHING to chance…”Now that you are there” he thought, checking the tight 38/in rope that bound her “I want to PERSONALLY make sure you NEVER escape.
She lay as naked as her teammate, Her ankles had been bound tightly, other loops of rope bound her knees. The general tried to wiggle his fingers between the hemp and her skin…good they were TIGHT. Her wrists were bound behind her back under her, in the small of her back pressed into the soft foam molding to her form beneath her. Her upper arms were bound to her body with the ropes running just above her bare breasts and he took a moment to grope her with both hands “I bet your Steve Trevor never got to do this” he chuckled squeezing the soft flesh hard, and feeling the warm nipples against his palms until he could see red and purple hand prints on the white flesh.
Bound to Wonder Woman’s face, like a face hugger from Alien, was rubber black mask with hoses to several high pressure carbon fiber tanks nestled on either side of her. Colors and scenes flashed within the visor of the mask, and the General smiled again at the thought of the electronics that were even now making alterations to the very neurons of her brain.
Blankenship checked the chemical battery for Dr. Mengele’s device, back up battery, enough of the nerve agent and oxygen for her to breath, implanted tracker in her body and her crate active and transmitting.
His eyes and his hands traveled lower. Her shapely bare ankles had 13 loops of the ropes around them. Her feet were bare, but his eyes were on the soft thick pussy lips pressed between those perfect thighs.
“You don’t mind if I sample the goods DO you Miss Prince?” he said sliding three fingers over the bald lips, his middle finger parting her undefended sex as he slipped his middle finger up to the palm and trust within her…sawing in and out as her body responded…growing wetter “Just like I thought…it doesn’t have to bee your Steve Trevor to make you wet” he smiled trusting in again and again making the princess squirm weakly, her moan muffled by the gas mask “You just NEED it” he chuckled, using his other hand to pull out a cell phone to record it.
Unconscious and unaware…with psychotropic gases, and subliminals her only source of respiration, her nipples grew erect and she arched, lifting her hips slightly as the male finger fucked her.
Several of the workers, they were not even a part of the auction, just workers getting paid good money had gathered, along with Daniel and Dr. Mengele Smiling as the amazon body openly betrayed her…struggling weakly against her bond.
Blankenship smiled up as he leaned in closer and moved the ear phones covering her ear while freely pumping his middle finger deep into her body “Like this Angel?’ he whisper kissing her cheek “Isn’t that what your Steve Trevor called you…Angel ANSWER me!”
Wonder woman whimpered; her moan muffled behind the mask. In response her hips gyrating. “That’s it ANGEL” he mocked again. “Suck that Gas in…” He looked yp at Daniel and the other smiling men “You don’t MIND do you?”
One of the workers, his cell phone out remarked “man he is really priming her pump”
Daniel shook his head with a smile “Not at all…I want everyone’s help making sure she is finished off for good.” He looked at the workers “any of you have a problem with this?”
The 8 or 12 workers now filming the bound but looked up almost in sync “Are you KIDDING? I am going to show my GRANDSON this…go on General… I’ll watch the door if you want I just want a copy!”
General Blakenship was working up a sweat by now…thrusting his finger deep into her body,, her juices flowing freely making squishing noises as he moved in close to her ear again “Hear that Angel? That’s right….breath it..” he grunted thrusting his finger in deeply and hard and curling his finger to rub the inside of her uterus “No one care…now…Finish you off…Come on ANGEL…Cum for me…CUM” he leaned in and licked her cheek to her ear.
As if in response…the unconscious woman arched her back and moaned…clear fluid spraying around the males hand…
The General felt the thick smooth muscles grip his finger snugly, pulling, suckling milking the digit as 3 squirts of clear fluids erupted between her legs… The gathered crowd cheering and applauding as Wonder Woman poured her sexual juices into her own storage box.
When she stopped, the facemask fogged heavily as she panted…the devious mixture of gasses flowing even more heavily into her vulnerable lungs.
The General replaced the headphones over her ears, and withdrew his sopping wet hand from her groin. He looked around a moment holding his drenched hand out before grabbing her silken hair and wiped his hand dry “Tell me Steve Trevor ever did THAT to you angel” he grinned…holding the mask tight to her face so her lunges pulled in more and more of the gas while his other hand freely groped her now slippery sweaty breast again.
He watched her appreciatively, enjoying her bare body, her bedding now sodden with pussy juices. Once her breathing had returned to normal, he stood. One of the workers asked, “You going to dry her?”
The general picked up the lid to her box and said “Let her lay in it” before pursing his lips and spitting on her bare body watching the clear spittle run between her breasts.
Several of the workers picked up the crate lid “Our treat sir!” and made ready, each one taking a turn spitting on the naked amazon. They then placed the lid firmly in place and took a steel banding tool and cranked it down until the lid was secure. Just to be sure, a carpenter took a nail and hammer and nailed the crate shut.
The General smiled and drove the last nail “And so Wonder Woman, the final nail in your coffin. I will see you on Thesimascaria bitch, where I will oversee the final enslavement of you AND your sisters.”
He then accompanied the crate to the Post office for shipment with the other women. He had seen enough adversaries take her for granted, to watch all their work evaporate when she escaped. No…not THIS time wench…THIS time the plan succeeds. “Who says crime doesn’t pay?”
Once he had personally seen her loaded onto one of Mr. Thompson’s postal trucks, and the trailer locked and sealed he departed for the Brooklyn Docks where the “Cruise ship” MV Desire lay moored. Named for the First American Slave ship, built in the 1600’s
From the outside, the ship looked like an enormous cruise ship, as big as a US Super carrier. The General climbed the gangway. As he stepped on the quarter deck, he chuckled wondering if anyone suspected the state-of-the-art armor this ship was equipped with.
The young Brad Dunning met him; the computer genius responsible for working with Hans to create the sophisticated computer working right this moment on Wonder Woman’s brain.
Brad, cad in his signature tee shirt with the Tuxedo print smiled “Welcome aboard general…. Enjoy the Auction?” clapping hm on the back.
The General smiled “made me feel young again…Are we ready to set sail?”
Brad chuckled “you ARE young again...and you bet…come on it’s cold and it’s Christmas, there are a lot of people wanting their Christmas present.”
Heading into the ship. Brad took him on a short tour “On the outside, this looks like a cruise ship with all the amenities, and it HAS it as well…but inside…” he opened the door to an area that looked almost like a clean room. Starched hospital beds, monitors “This is more like a combination Hospital / spy / troop ship.”
The General admired it “Spy ship? I assume you were involved in the electronics?”
Brad chuckled “Me, and the Bat computer, that man was a genius, and his technology will work very well for us. “Too bad he never used it to better his OWN life..I have no such reservations.”
General Blankenship was seen to his stateroom. He took off his jacket and got some sleep, he had been up all night, making sure nothing went wrong with the largest most expensive slave auction in history.
When he awoke, he could tell the ship was at sea, and his nose caught the scent of feline. In the shadows of the state room…yellow, predatory vertical pupil eyes gazed at him, making his blood run cold.
“Cheetah” he said nervously.
There was a deep feline purr with a dangerous feline quality to the voice “General Blankenship… you have…aged well.” She give a very predatory smile. “I am pleased you remember me, after you sent Wonder Woman to hunt me so many times.” The eyes disappeared leaving the shadows dark until her eyes reopened.
“I don’t support her any more…I...I have her artifacts for you.” He said nervously
“That is why you are still alive…” came the reply “For now. We are now at sea, and our forces await, give the artifacts to me and Let us brief our forces.”
Clad in brand new Universal Cammos, the 4-star General made his way down into the ship. Arriving on a Stage. Before him stretched out stood 2,500 mostly men and some women. All in uniforms looking at him as the Spotlight illuminated him, and something large covered by a tarpaulin.
Grabbing a mic, he addressed them:
“Good day, most of you know I am General Blankenship, Yes the same General Blankenship from WWII, that worked so closely with Wonder Woman. As you can see, we have discovered some of the amazing things that some of these vigilantes have kept to themselves, in my case, a fountain of youth, and you have been chosen to benefit from these discoveries, IF we win and IF you live. I am here to tell you, that there is a NEW Wonder Woman, and that the NEW Wonder Woman, works for us, not for some damned queen on some hidden Island or some Greek God or Goddess… THIS Wonder Woman, the one I know, will NOT be a problem EVER again.”
There was some murmuring but most just quietly looked up at him expectantly
“Every one of you share something in common. Each of you are all military veterans, each have had either a real or a trumped-up allegation of sexual misconduct or some terminal medical condition. One that ended your careers, and each of you has been offered in a very exclusive membership...in what is to be the most exclusive gentleman’s club on the planet if we succeed, one that promises to make the rest of your life, the longest and most pleasant of your life, and that goes for the women too among you as well. All of them veterans but also natural true submissives.”
The general activated a control showing a drone picture of a Large Island “Gentlemen, I give you our target Thesimiscaria…”
There was a collective gasp. One Solider, a Major up front asked “How the hell are a bunch of ex-military out of shape has beens, going to take on an island of super powerful women who out number us. There must be 10 thousand women on that island!?
The General held up his hands “I have been on the Island. I swear to you that Wonder Woman lives but is now finished off for good…I made sure personally. She gave us the location. Now, to answer your question.” The General reached under the podium and retrieved what looked like a SCUBA tank “For the past 8 months, our benefactor has had divers seeding the seabed completely surrounding the island. Each tank contains a gas Developed by the NSA. This Gas is heavier than air, and will induce complete and total conscious sedation for approximately 36 hours after which it dissipates harmlessly…and in approximately 72 hours saltwater soluble seals will dissolve and begin releasing the gas around the island, we estimate that will immobilize roughly 70% of the inhabitants.
A hand raised in the middle of the crowd “Wait, a minuet…you said 70%... How many amazons ARE there?”
There was a murmuring of agreement as The General smiled “We estimate there are between 10 and 20 thousand Amazons….”
There was a collective gasp and a louder, angrier murmuring with someone calling out “Optimistically, that’s 3000 SUPER strengthen woman who can deflect machine gun bullets!”
The Cargo hold was split by a loud snarling roar and the svelte auburn-haired form of Cheetah moved onto the stage with the grace and fluidity of a cat. She stood perfectly naked except for a coil of golden rope on her hip and her fur and spoke with a distinctly feline accent as all eyes were on here “Courage Warriors” a fanged smile on her furry face, her voice half mocking “I shall be with you, holding your hand all the way, I will protect you from the scary women…”
Silence persisted from the shock of seeing the beautiful yellow furred woman, her breasts pouting and exposed as she stood without a shred of modesty or self-consciousness, her eyes daring anyone to challenge her.
After a moment a more timid voice spoke up “Ok, so we have our own super, even the vaunted CHEETAH is not fast enough to protect all of us…Islands are mountainous, if it’s heavier than air…what about those at higher elevation.
The yellow furred female moved to the tarp, her tail flicking right and left like a feline agitated. Sinking her claws, she pulled the tarp as if pulling a tablecloth from under china wear to reveal…nothing.
Another voice saying “is this some kind of magic trick? There’s nothing…” The voice stopped as the feline woman ducked down and slipped into…something, now sitting in mid air.
“That’s Wonder Woman’s INVISBE PLANE!” someone commented.
General Blankenship smiled “Yes, And it is loaded with the Gas. Cheetah will pilot their own aircraft from altitude. YOU will all be wearing specially designed filter masks. We estimate that should now affect 90 to 95 percent of the population.
Another voice from the assembled trooped called out “What about those who are in pockets, where the gas can’t reach, in a cave, or a room or a valley, I mean that’s still at LEAST 500 SUPER human females who can deflect bullets.”
The General smiled “that is where YOU come in. Hey, let’s face it if it were easy, we would not be offering you extended life, miraculous cures and the great fringe benefits will note, there are no firearms here. No tanks, no machine guns nothing.”
Several naked women wearing nothing but an animal slave collar, began circulating among the men with large boxes. Within…Tasers and dart guns and odd-looking spheres that looked like...gas grenades? They were beginning to look at them as a Screen lowered from above. The lights dimmed, and a completely naked Wonder Woman stood at attention, a golden lasso around her neck like a leash, the camera panning around her from all sides. The naked amazon stood looking straight ahead. Her belly was obviously gravid, but she stood as easily, if less predatorily then Cheetah. A British voice was heard
“So Wonder Woman How can a normal man, fight an defeat an amazon?”
Like an automaton the naked Justice Leaguer replied in a monotone “Any Amazon placed in bondage by a male, is reduced to power no more than a normal human woman…”
“But how does a man, capture a woman with super strength?”
“As you know, master, Amazons are vulnerable to being drugged, though, unless bound, our bodies can throw off most toxins very quickly.”
There was a sigh “But, besides Gas, how can you DRUG an amazon who can deflect a dart with their metal bracelets?”
“They are metal Master…”
“So?”
“They are METAL master…..electricity.”
The voice got excited “of course TAZERS! Stun them THEN drug them…”
Wonder woman nodded slowly on the screen “Then remove their bracelets, bind them and / or rape them….Sex with a male is a punishment from Hera…meant to weaken us until we are purified or have given birth, so we either stay pure or, find someone we really trust..”
The lights went back up I the screen retracting.
Blankenship looked out over the cargo hold, Cheetah joining him “any questions?”
Another voice spoke up “So…you want us to Taze them drug them and….”
“RAPE them” The General smiled “This is old school gentlemen… RAPE pillage and BURN but remember….You only have 36 hours to find and BIND them ALL…after that their numbers will grow… Now many of you will be teamed with one of the women you see among you. They have been tested, screened and conditioned to be the part of our female population that craves to be dominated. Place the bracelets on these women and they will gain all the abilities of the amazons, but remember they have the ABILITY, not the skill. So, they may be able to lift a tank, but they have not practiced deflecting bullets.
Another hand raised “Wait…won’t these amazons respond with LETHAL force?”
The General nodded “most certainly, and make no mistake some of you are GOING to die…but if we succeed, you may have a near immortal life, a cure for diseases, and a harem of slaves and more riches then you can spend for life. I expect you will have to kill some of the amazons, if only out of self-preservation, but want YOU to remember…these women are livestock….The cash will come from selling and RESELLING them….so if anyone doesn’t want to take the chance…you can step over and see Cheetah and she will remove all memory from you.
There was silence for a few moments, but no one moved, then a much more cheerful buzzing began “Immortality and ass for life…yea I will risk my life for THAT!”
Before discipline completely broke down Blankenship lowered the lights again. On the screen, the picture of a beautiful alabaster skinned woman with streaming blonde hair and a golden crown…beside her, another of a raven-haired beauty that looked to be just a teenager, wearing a red body suit.
“This is The Queen Hippolyta, and her daughter, Wonder Woman’s sister, Donna Prince…they are to be captured and NOT touched…these are the only 2 who are to be delivered to Cheetah’s feet trussed like sacrificial lambs…And I warn you, if ANYONE Violates either of these too…you will have a 9 month stay with Cheetah and I assure you, you will NOT survive…and seeing as she can take your soul…death will be no release… So…we will be in position in three days…get your assigned weapons, get used to them practice with them….and get some rest...you will need it.
After the auction, Daniel had returned to his office, Director Fox, as his wife had demanded, put in his retirement papers, and had been given a hero’s retirement, and a generous retirement package including a multimillion dollar golden parachute. With his wife’s help, the new Wonder Woman, visited one night and, using that wonderful golden lasso… erased anything except the memory of a stellar service, along with the recommendation to have Daniel succeed him as director.
Now in his office three months later, he smiled looking out over the nation’s capital.
There was a knock at the door as his secretary opened the door to his office “Mr. Boone, there is call from your son’s school on line seven for you; they want to speak directly to you.”
Daniel frowned looking at the red flashing light on line seven “Thank you Miss Tideswell.” He said absently as she walked out. “Daniel Boone, Director, how can I help you?”
The voice on the other end responded “Mr. Boone, I am Tammy Hunty with Billingsworth School, there has been an incident at school with your son, and we think you need to come down here.”
David frowned “Is he hurt? Is he ok?”
The voice responded, “Oh, I am sorry everyone is fine, nothing like that, but it is serious…”
“Well what is this all about, I…”
“Sir, we know your position and I was asked to call you as a courtesy I think this would be best handled in person not over the phone; the Police have been called.”
“I see” David responded, and hung up the phone. Tammy Hunty, the code name for one of the undercover agents working with Lord Actaeon. It signaled a problem but not critical, not YET. David grabbed his suit coat off the hat tree and donning it walked past Miss Tideswell “I will be out of the office for a while Miss Tideswell, you can reach me on my mobile if you need me.” Walking out before she had a chance to answer or acknowledge him.
His personal driver, an attractive red head, ex-marine, took him to the school, a nice upper middle-class private school that David paid for so he would not have to deal with the public-school system. The principal, a Miss Cobb, was a world class equestrian, riding dressage and breeding horses. David leaned up to the operative who was both his driver and personal bodyguard and attendant “Jane, wait here I will be out with Tommy in a bit.”
David entered the hallways, the linoleum floor of faux marble was well polished, the display case full of different team trophies. When he rounded the corner to the Principal’s office, there was a banner hanging from the office ceiling, erected by the students that said, “Congratulations on your marriage engagement Principal Cobb.” Tommy sat in a chair beneath it looking despondent. “Tommy?” David said a little concerned and walking to his young son.
Inside the office, muffled by a closed door with frosted glass, Daniel could hear a male voice, the deep basso was loud and angry, but Daniel could not make out what was being said, but he could see the silhouette of a tall stocky man.
When he heard his father’s voice, Tommy stood up, wearing green knit polo shirt and a pair of soft brown slacks, the bright buckle bearing the Schools crest shown, but unlike normal Tommy did not move to embrace his father
“It’s no big deal Dad. I can handle it…” the boy blurted out, using one hand to brush back his close cut sandy brown hair out of his blue eyes, the other hand jammed into his pants pocket. Tommy barely came up to Daniel’s shoulder.
Daniel put his arm around his son but before he could ask further the officer door opened and a Average sized middle aged woman with glasses dressed in tight deep blue velvet Victorian dress. The high collar was closed by cameo of a woman in profile. Daniel caught a glimpse of the black high heel button up shoe under the white trimmed skirt that ended just above the floor. As the door opened the male voice boomed away saying “… I don’t care if his father is here, YOU have him keep that damned letch of a son AWAY from my daughter or so help me I will have him under arrest, and in jail do you HEAR me?”
“You must be Tommy’s father, David” the woman moved across the loose fabric by her ankles moving as she walked and extended her hand “I am Principal Victoria Cobb”.
David nodded and took her hand “Taking the whole Victorian finishing school serious?” He offered a disarming smile as he nodded to her dress. David noticed the principal wore her soft auburn hair up in a tight bun, and he took her hand.
The Principal indicated a seat “I dress conservatively anyways but it is part of the school uniform. Tommy, I’d like you and your father to come in now, and I will explain to him what this is all about.”
David walked in with Tommy, and the first thing he noticed was the owner of the basso voice. A stocky middle-aged man wearing a blue work shirt and black slacks. He looked to be average middle class, but with a fighter’s build, actually more of a brawler. Behind him, tears running down her cheeks, sat a girl with long “dishwater” blonde hair done in a ponytail who looked to be about 2 years Tommy’s younger. Clad in the schools black and gold cheerleaders outfit her black and gold pom pom’s crumpled on the floor.
Principal Cobb, sat behind her desk, leaning the office chair back as she steeped her fingers across her lap “Mr. Boone, I will get right to the point. This is Baxter Chessman, and his daughter Jessie. Tommy and Jessie were caught in the girl’s bathroom on the floor naked, and Tommy was about to have sex with her. Mr. Boone, I do not think I have to tell you the seriousness of this, not only is this conduct against school policy…”
She was cut off by Baxter “School POLICY? your low class pimp son came out of swim practice and tried to take MY little girl on a filthy bathroom floor! I have already called the police! And I WILL have him arrested for assault, rape, lewd, and lascivious conduct, public indecency and anything else I can think of!”
From behind him in a timid voice the young girl sniveled “Daddyyyyy I LOVE him it wasn’t assault.” she sniffled.
“You keep quiet I will deal with YOU when we get home, acting like a common tart you only met him 3 weeks ago…”
Principal Cobb rapped her knuckles on her desk beside a picture of what David took to be her fiancé, a rather plain looking man, not unlike Victoria, in a plain business suit, the kind you get from Sears, with salt and pepper hair already. “Mr. Chessman, that’s not helping. Mr. Boone…would you like to say anything?”
Daniel looked over to his son “Is what they say true Tommy?”
The boy tried to shrink lower in his chair and nodded
Daniel moved his gaze to the Principal “May I call you Victoria?”
“Miss Cobb if you please.”
Daniel nodded “Mrs. Cobb, Mr. Chessman, while it seems that Tommy exercised extreme poor judgment and lack of class, that this is a simple case of Puppy love and experimentation, there was no penetration, and it was stopped before any REAL harm was done.”
Mr. Chessman stood up “No REAL harm? He had my daughter NAKED on a filthy bathroom floor! Oh no, I know you’re with the NSA, you’re NOT going to sweep this one under the rug I want your son AWAY from my daughter.”
Victoria spoke up again “I agree in part with Mr. Boone, while serious, people are going to experiment some time, if I may?” she paused holding up a hand to the girl’s angry father and looked at Daniel who nodded.
“Tommy, I understand you are a fan and collector of Wonder Woman….um…artifacts, that you even met her on several occasions?”
A brief flash of anger crossed Daniel’s face that he quickly suppressed. Even considering the crime, it was a low blow to magnify the shame with his son’s role model. He glanced at his son, it looked like Tommy was trying to crawl into his shoe, a deep red face blush overcoming him as he refused to meet Miss Cobb’s eyes.
Victoria went on “What do you think Wonder Woman would think of your conduct?”
Tommy frowned and blushed harder looking away and remained silent.
Mr. Chessman shot a finger at Daniel “I am getting a restraining order to keep him away from Jessie!”
Daniel nodded “I hardly think that this will be a problem Sir, I am removing Tommy from the school.”
Tommy looked up shocked “But dad! I have friends! It...it was a mistake I….”
Daniel held up a hand “Tommy you and I will talk later…your conduct was classless, and Mr. Chessman is right THIS is not going to get swept under the rug.”
He looked at the other man “I will also arrange for counseling for your daughter at my expense if you like and Tommy will apologize to Miss Cobb, Jessie, You and the school for his actions…will that be sufficient?”
Baxter Chessman considered a moment, “He doesn’t need to apologize to the school, I do not want them knowing about My daughter…he’s OUT of the school? For good?”
Daniel nodded “Until and unless you and Miss Cobb both agree to allow his re enrollment, I will even put it in writing if you like.”
Baxter considered for a moment, and his shoulders began to drop. He stood up and offered his hand to Daniel “Ok then, I am sorry if I lost my temper, but she’s my girl... “Maybe SOME day, when your son has a JOB, some class and learns some responsibility.”
Miss Cobb tried to stand “Mr. Boon I think that’s a bit extr…”
Daniel shook the big hand and simply nodded to the principal. “Come on Tommy…”
Tommy gave a glance to Jessie and followed his father out with a look of bitterness.
Daniel walked out to the car where Jane stood in her traditional chauffer’s outfit, modified to a skirt to show off her legs. Jane held the door to the limo open and Tommy and his father climbed in. Once in Daniel rolled up the window between the front and back for privacy.
“Dad I…” Tommy began but was cut off when his father held up his hand. Daniel picked up the intercom phone.
“Jane…? Yes…head to the airport please….And call the U.S. Marshals, tell them to hold the Con Air flight…yes I have another passenger for them.” He hung up the phone.
Daniel looked up to see the shocked frightened look of his son “Dad…what are you doing?” “Son, you’re not in trouble but I can’t say I am not disappointed in you. That Jessie is very pretty” he felt the limo accelerate toward Langley airfield.
“Dad” Tommy said “I’m sorry…wait what? I’m NOT in trouble? You’re not angry I was trying to…you know…make love?
Daniel smiled “Tommy, I think your old enough to say fuck, did you really think I am upset because you tried to screw her? Discovering passion is probably one of the most, NATURAL acts of life. No, I am disappointed that you did not feel you could come talk to me. That you tried on a bathroom FLOOR? What would you have done had you gotten her pregnant?” Tommy sat stunned; he had never heard his father talk like this “Um… I dunno? I didn’t have any place else to be…um...private…we were just going to make out not…
Daniel cut the lad off “Tommy, you didn’t do anything more than show you’re human, and I did NOT appreciate your principal embarrassing you by asking what Wonder Woman would think of you. I am sorry about that, but what really has me disappointed is, first you got CAUGHT, second you had no plan if you knocked her up, and third, a bathroom floor? Tom…you have more class then THAT!”
Tommy looked out the window, as they neared the Air Force Base “If, I am not in trouble; why did you take me out of school? And where are we going? You said Con Air.”
“Tom, I have a very sensitive JOB, I am about to be named the NSA Director I can’t afford to have you getting in trouble with the law, so I am sending you to another private school, a special one. But I am curious. Tom, and you don’t have to answer this if you do not want to, but why DO you revere Wonder Woman so much?”
Tommy thought about that some “She’s very beautiful, and she helps people… I mean have you ever seen how she leaps…how she runs?”
Daniel nodded “An interesting answer” he smiled “Tom, I want you to know I have ALWAYS been proud of you I really am…”
Tommy watched the chauffeur show her ID and be admitted to Langley AFB. “Dad, my birthday is in a few days…. We have always been together.”
Daniel smiled and patted his young son’s hand “We will be I promise…”
The Limo stopped, and Tommy looked out the window as Jane got out to open his door. Outside he could see the MD-80 Jet belonging to the Justice department. “Dad, does this have to do with our “Bird and Bees” discussion?
Daniel smiled “In a manner of speaking yes. Tom, don’t be afraid, I have never lied to you, this is not a BAD thing.”
Jane opened Tommy’s door and waited “Go ahead Tom, I will see you for your birthday, you have my cell phone call me if you need anything.”
Tommy stepped out, as a gentle breeze whipped across the tarmac. A stern looking
flight attendant flight attendant in a blue airline uniform and side arm t
waited by a gantry that had red-carpeted steps. As Tommy approached, he had a
clipboard
“Name?”
“Tommy Boone, will I be in first class or coach?”
He checked off his name and smiled “Go on in, you will see when you board.
Tommy climbed the steps and ducked his head entering. At the controls, a Canadian Pilot, and Tommy was surprised to see an American Bald eagle in a cage in the cockpit. Tom smiled seeing the passenger area. The plane had been gutted and redone in Italian leather. A hand tied wool carpeting from India was immaculate and there were recliners for seats, as well as tables and beds in the back.
Near the back of the plane, Tommy could see formfitting cages, and within, what appeared to be female convicts locked within and trussed up like Christmas turkeys. In the plush passenger seats, there were already 50 or so passengers aboard, and Tommy immediately recognized his friend from school, Austin.
“Austin!” Tommy broke into a smile and took a seat in the overstuffed leather recliner “What are you doing here?”
Austin smiled and shrugged “My dad sent a car and told me he was enrolling me in an advanced school, Evan and Luke are here too.”
Tommy looked intrigued “Really? What the hell is this all about?”
Austin shrugged “I dunno but it looks like we all have a father in a government agency or an affluent family.”
A Stewardess, a red head in the same uniformly, approached “Please buckle up we will be taking off immediately.”
Three Months Earlier
The landing boats approached the serene Island. This was completely against what these Soldiers had trained for. Instead of motorized landing craft, APC’s and LCAC’s they were in wooden boats, with teams of oarsmen rowing.
They approached silently, the approach had been thru a fog with near gale force winds, yet they shipped no water until they suddenly broke into a calm sea with a warm sun. The only sound that of the creak of the oars and the gentle slap of the Mediterranean waters against the hull.
The hulls of the boats slid softly into the wet sand, and for the first time since Hercules a body of men stepped foot on Thesamscaria. As they touched men clad in body armor and gas masks armed with bows, tasers, dart pistols, zip tie restraints and rifles and gas grenades.
The weather was pleasant, but in the oppressive masks, it was hoot. Lieutenant March waved his arm, his voice muffled and attenuated thru the diaphragm that served to try and allow verbal communications yelled “HIT THE BEACH!”
In the surf...several bare breasted Amazons floated face down clad in only linin briefs. Having been gassed they had fallen forward into the water and Drown. A shame, he reached out and floated a raven-haired beauty onto her back, and to his shock heard her gasp!
Of course! The Amazon body, they were supers…”They’re ALIVE! Quickly Get them out of the surf!”
A dozen men rushed over quickly grabbing the comatose women, m= some by their mane of hare…and dragged them onto the sand. Lt Monarch watched with a smile as the men quickly put the women face down on the edge of the vegetation and began tugging their briefs down over their hips exposing the smooth asses and soft prize nestled between. Their arms pulled behind their back, legs crossed and quickly zip tied. One of the woman came over and removed the bracelets and placed them on.
The Lt smiled and shook his head, males were all alike.
A Major appeared beside him, “Fools! have your men advance! Time for their hormones later!”
The Lt Called out “Alright Get mov….”
A 3 foot narrow suddenly sprouted from the side of his neck…penetrating down into the chest cavity down to its fletches. He gurgled as blood filled his mask and fell forward,
“SNIPER!” Word rang out with everyone looking around from where the silent death had come. Another soldier cried out, an arrow sprouting from his lower back, his legs now useless as the nerve was severed.
“High Angle! The cliffs! One of them must have been a look out in a cave!
The woman with the bracelets crouched and leaped 150 feet into the air, landing on a ledge.
“Who told her to go? Do you see her!”
The Major grabbed his field glasses, scanning the cliff 150 feet up. “No… I do…WAIT! There she is! She! Oh Jesus! Koslowski MOVE!”
Too late the soldier looked up only t see the uniformed body of his female colleague, plummet 150 feet and land on Koslowski, crushing his spine and killing him. The Woman dusted herself off and looked around.
“Get close too the cliffs NOW! Off the beach!”
Against the cliffs it made it hard for the arrows to geta clear shot at the male soldiers, the sappy plates could deflect the arrows.
“Looks to be about 175 feet up…small cave probably a single look out or guard! Get a team UP there NOW!”
A team of 3 worked their way up...hugging the cliff… On the beach a sniper shouldered a dart rifle. 200 feet, no one knew if a dart could go that far, and the amazon still could deflect bullets.
They worked their way along the cliff as more boats approached...more soldiers moving inland bypassing the cliff.
The radio crackled; it was the sniper “Look out! Your 4 o’clock HIGH!”
No one heard the sputt of the rifle, but the point man heard the solid ring of the dart off a metal bracelet. He looked up into the face of a very angry auburn haired woman clad in leather armor grasp his writ and haul him in the air.
Her Hair was short, like a boy’s cut and her face red contorted with anger “Invader!” her arm cocked back, and the man felt 3 foot of steel thrust into his belly before being thrown off the cliff.
The Team leader aimed his taser and fired, however the amazon warrior was fast, the taser had stickers and magnets designed to attract to the petal bracelets, but the amazon brought the flat of her Xiphos up and the electrical charge arced harmlessly along it’s blade, she replied with her spear, a Dory, into the team leaders leg.
The man screamed falling to a lower ledge as the last team member faced the angry demoness. Shaking in fear a taser in one hand, a dart pistol in the other as he crouched on the narrow ledge.
The woman screamed in rage and the private squeezed both triggers… there were 2 solid metallic pings and a solid meaty thunk, followed by a soft weight landing atop him
Opening his eyes… the solder saw a an arm, and sticking out of a rather shapely flank, a red dart from the sniper rifle.
His radio crackled “Team one, Private report….you alive?” Gasping thru his mask the trooper nodded “Yes…. I guess she couldn’t block 3 at once…thanks sniper….
The newly minted director of the NSA, Mr. Daniel Boone, Arrived on the island on the third day of the assault. General Blankenship met him on the beach.
Daniel waded ashore wearing a knit shirt and khakis.
“General Blankenship...your looking YOUNG” He smiled taking the General’s hand and shaking it firmly. “Report on the progress?” He asked, walking up the pristine beach upward toward the city and the palace.
The General, shook his head “We had the entire surface island searched within the first 24 hours. Queen Hippolyta was found with her personal guard in the riding stables, we are lucky the horses didn’t panic and step on her, well trained I suppose.”
“DO we know Which horse is hers?” Danial asked.
“Yes, the animal is being cared for, as is the Queen herself in the same stall.”
Danial frowned “I thought they were going to set up the facility in the Temple of Hera?”
“We are Sir” The general replied as they entered the city gate. The Marble buildings cut into the living rock were festive, with bright silks hanging and men walking the streets, some with naked women over their shoulder, others had the naked women on leashes or trussed up in cages. “However, we have taken over 15,000 women and brad is having difficulty setting up the computer and the reprogramming chambers.
Brad frowned again “I thought we brought enough men to handle the set up.”
The general pointed thru an open doorway toward the Temple in the center of the amazon city, A large statue of Hera, Queen of the Gods towering over the massive temple “We have taken more casualties then we anticipated.”
Daniel stopped, “How many?”
General Blankenship bit his lower lip “over 30 percent.”
Daniel’s face flushed red “Why so many? And how is the men’s morale?”
The General responded “Not as bad as you would think, all things considered. Being able to rape the captives with impunity, not to mention the reward at the end, has the men well motivated. As we expected, the whole island is honeycombed with caves, and the gas, of course, does not flow down into the caves. Our attack was a surprise, but anyone in the caves was unaffected, and some saw their sisters collapsing and fled down there. They are also putting up more of a fight than we anticipated. They are attacking to kill.”
“They know we are out to conquer, of course they are” David replied, reaching the entrance to the temple of Hera,”
Inside the massive temple, designed to fit the island’s entire population, had
been transformed.
He statues of the Greek Goddesses had been removed and, in each alcove, stood a
kind of pod. It was black, metal with a sliding clear plastic door. A helmet
like device with what appeared to be a type of mask with hoses was at the top,
strong metal straps at what would be chest, abdomen and knee level along with
ankle and wrist restraints. Five hose like devices were attached to the sides of
the frame, three were shaped like a penis, and 2 were dome shaped.
At the back of the temple, behind the sacrificial altar was a huge super computer three stories talk with men working all over it. An exact replica of the Bat Computer back in Gotham from the look of it.
Brad along with Dr. Mengele saw the 2 approached. Danial was surprised this was the first time he had seen brad sweaty, let alone doing actual physical work.
Daniel smiled “Brad, Doctor! Well we made it.”
Brad smiled “Yea a pain but ‘WORTH IT!”
Daniel nodded “What’s the progress? General Blankenship says that we are behind?”
Brad nodded wiping his brow and taking a lemonade offered by a completely bare-naked Amazon girl “The Brad computer is about to go operational. We had some problems with the power supply, but the BAT was a genius, or at least he KNEW them. He has a clean power supply, and now that we have gutted, studied and rebuilt the one in Wayne Manor, We built this second one here and the greatest thing is, Mr. boon, he has a way to securely wifi network them!” He said excitedly “thousands of miles away over the curve of the earth, and the 2 can act like dual processors! In time we can map out entire brains if we want.”
Daniel nodded “but what of the captives?”
Dr. Mengele now spoke “For now, they are being kept is animal cages, the old-fashioned way. They have to eat and drink until we get all the reprogramming pods up and running. They have all been relieved of their bracers and bound by a male, so they have only the strength of a normal woman. The pods will be up and operational by the end of the week.
General Blankenship grumbled “I don’t like it, we have too many captives, and not enough guards, if these women get free, we will have a super strengthen army on our hands ALL trained in close quarters combat. Can’t you start the process.
Brad smiled “Were ready to start now, in fact, Mr. Boone, would you like to have the honors.” The young programmer gestured to the sacrificial altar at the feet of another statue of the goddess Hera. “I took the liberty of brining their Queen in, would you like tostart her conversion?”
Daniel turned to see the magnificent ancient queen brought in on some kind of anti grav unit. Something he imagined they had discovered from the Kryponian’s or Lex Luthor. Though she was over 3000 years old, she looked to be a woman of no more then her early 30’s. Bare naked the Amazon Queen reclined on the grav unit. Brad showed David over as the unit deposited the soon to be defunct queen on her own Altar. Brad gazed down at the beautiful girl flesh. Sleeping peacefully the queen had let her straw-colored platinum tresses grow until it extended past her heels. He could not resist reaching his hand out to slid it along her flat stomach along her unblemished pale skin and up to the soft pouting breast.
Brad smiled feeling the warm silken skin. As a regular woman, in the tropical heat, she perspired lightly giving the skin a slippery feel to it. Brad had always been a bit of a breast man, and he indulged himself to feel the weight of the soft globes… milkbags gently squeezing it and running his thumbs over the helpless woman’s nipples causing her royal highness to let a gentle moan like a common tart. “Enjoying that Highness?”
Dr Mengele smiled “The gas is wearing off so she is sedated normally…Having fun Daniel?”
Daniel did not interrupt his revere, noting how perfect Hippolyta’s areola were. Platinum nipples just slightly off her body color, just enough to see the contrast, and about the size of a quarter. He rolled the nipple that would shortly be sporting matching nipple rings while Brad, and the general busied themselves securing the shapely bare ankles and her supple wrists to the altar. Her arms by her side not over her head.
Brad smiled holding up one of the five hose like devices “Care to do the honors?”
Daniel cocks his head, everything about this felt RIGHT….The Queen of the amazon, helpless as a sacrificial lamb….ewe on her own altar. He glanced at the doors, NO one coming to rescue her and about to start the brain washing process “so what do I do?”
Now secure Dr. Mengele smiled and handed the first hose to Daniel…it was some kind of clear plastic rubber like substance and looked almost like some kind of bike seat with a phallus attached “This, depending on your own fetishes, is the worst part.” He turned on the device and some kind of clear glaze began to manifest n the phallus. “Now roll her royal highness on her side and shove this up her royal ass.”
Daniel gave an odd look but, placing his hand roughly on her hip he roughly lifted causing the limp queen to roll away from him. He had to smile and shake her head. She must have truly been made by a male God. The motion caused the smooth cheek to separate from it’s mate exposing the queens soft puckered anus. Even that was perfect looking bleached so there was no discoloration, just unblemished skin sloping to the tight wrinkled sphincter. “What is this fluid Dr. Mengele?” as he admired the long silken tresses that trailed down to her legs beneath her.
The Doctor chuckled “A lubricant along with a very mild muscle relaxant. It works like a soaker hose continuously lubricating without flooding her bowel, it will also help hydrate her as water can he absorbed thru the lower intestinal wall.
Exposed and dozing softly the matriarch lay unresisting as Danial took the blunt tip of the phallus and made a gentle circle around the exposed anus, smearing the clear fluids around her opening before taking a firmer hold and firmly but gently pushing the entire 8 inch length, violating the woman and seating the seat against the smooth ass. The clear plastic gave an unusual perspective as Daniel could see the soft sphincter open stretch and receive the phallus.
On the Altar, Hippolyta’s eyes open briefly in surprise as her body accepted the foreign object within her bowel before slowly relaxing and closing.”
Daniel allowed her to roll back so her own weight kept the phallus lodged deeply within her, and she lay upon the soft clear seat.
“Is that necessary for the mind-altering process?” He asked as the device activated and began thrusting firmly into the defeated monarch’s ass rhythmically and picking up the second hose that looked much the same as the first except that instead of a Bicycle seat it looked more like a male athletic cup.
Brad answered “Not entirely, while stimulating pleasure centers does help distract her conscious brain, helping her demise even faster, the simple fact his, she is going to get taken anally whenever anyone wants, and everything that has been earned says stretching out and getting used to that, helps wither comfort. It will never BE comfortable or pleasant, but it doesn’t have to be torment either, plus the hose will remove waste so she can be kept indefinitely.
Daniel smiled, enjoying as he held the second hose “for her cunt?”
They nodded, General Blankeship feeling a thrill of conquest as he watched his former subordinate’s mother being violated.
David’s hand slid up Hippolyta’s firm thigh, her ankles restrained at the altar’s corners, had her legs slightly spread and he used his fingers to massage the soft labia hidden in the soft tangle of blonde pubic hair, “I see the carpet matches the drapes.” He used 2 fingers to part the soft lips, admiring the small nub of the clitoris that would, like her nipples, soon be sporting a ring. He positioned the head of the device at her entrance so he could violate her there and once again firmly but gently pressed, watching the woman’s unprotected modesty part as he seated the device against her pubic bone.
As the hose contacted her skin, a gentle suction caused it to nestle nicely up, leaving her exposed pussy open and wet as the phallus began to thrust in that hole as well, the weakened helpless queen murring again as the one in her rectum thrust in counterpoint to the one in her pussy, her nipples now stiffening.
“What about virgins? “Why lose the virginity to a futuristic dildoe?”
The Doctor answered “Again the crotch piece is purely functional, for virgins there is a codpiece that doesn’t have the phallus…just the cup to remove waste, and maybe some external stimulation.
“See the Buckles?” Brad asked “Join the front and back piece.”
“I see how it works. Looks almost like an erotic bikini on her” Daniel smiled. He next picked up the 2 hoses with cups…”Milkers?”
“Yes and No.” the doctor said “once she has been impregnated, she will give milk,,, but the main purpose is to give sensory overload to her brain…in this case pleasure to reinforce the reprogramming.
This was much more straight forward. Daniel attached the 2 hoses and the gentle suction held them to the queen’s body…. the sot rubber like cups sliding along the flesh and nipples.
Next was the mouthpiece. Daniel noted 3 phallus like device and gave brad a questioning look.
Brad smiled “When we do this the woman is completely “airtight” all holes plugged. When you place it against her face, this will act as a face hugger…these 2 small hoses will estent up the nostrils into the sinuses, the larger one will go down her fucking throat, and split, one into her trachea like an endotracheal tube the other down her esophagus into her stomach. The bitch will be completely helpless we will control what she eats, drinks, BREATHS, when she urinates, when she…well you get the picture. The Codpiece WILL depilate her unless programmed otherwise…leaving her as smooth as a 2 year old…
As Daniel approached, Hippolyta’s eyes fluttered open, they focused on him and she spoke “Who…are…you…Why? “she felt the objects in her body and groaned softly “Please…don’t...I...mummph...mmmmm”
Daniel smiled “Quiet, a woman should not speak unless spoken to…just suck on this!”
Daniel took the straps and placed it against Hippolyta’s face. The queen began to shake her head for a few moments, as the uncomfortable probes automatically began extending up her nose, and down her throat, tugging at the restraints. Daniel could see a slight bulge traveling down her bare neck into her chest but when all was said and done, the helpless woman lay with the mask securely on her face.
For the last step. Brad picked up the helmet. It has several metal projections on the inside for contact against the skull, an eye shield that had iridescent lights and head phones “This will help finish her off…just place it on her head…and then press the red button.
Greatly excited, Daniel had never seen a plan go this far before, he slipped the headpiece on the prostrate woman before him….and pressed the button.
Hippolyta’s body at first tensed and then slowly relaxed until all there was, was the hum of the machine and the soft squishing sound of a woman having sex in a quiet room.
Leaving the naked exposed woman under the sunlight on the white marble altar gently rocking and the cold unfeeling machine to rewire her very brain. Daniel forced himself back to the present.
“So General… what about securing the Island and what about DONNA Troy, Wonder GIRL?”
Blankenship, nodded, he would go grab one of the amazons after the meeting to vent the lust he had gotten watching the scene “Wonder Girl as only been sighted twice, in the caves. The men had caught on to the Amazon tactics….We have enough to guard the captives, so they can not free them and add to the resistance, and the men now use the agent to getto the bottome of the cave, before releasing it.
Daniel nodded “so it’s like putting gas into a rat nest, and waiting for the rats at the entrance.”
The general nodded “We are going slowly, methodically and when we doo Cheetah is on hand, It appears that only Wonder Woman was a match for her, as she seems to be able to subdue Miss Prince’s sisters almost with ease.
He nodded “good remember Donna Troy is to remain a VIRGIN….now what about modifications to the city?”
The General nodded “The Airstrip is being constructed as we speak, and the Amazon guardswomen house is being converted into a brothel. The private quarters will remain mostly the same, but the amphitheater is being modified into the welcome center.
Daniel nodded “Let me know when Wonder Girl is captured and start the procedure like we did on her grandmother immediately.
PRESENT DAY
Tom an Austin settled back as the flight began, exchanging ideas as to what this was all about, and his upcoming birthday. A dinner of Fillet minion and lobster was served with a chardonnay wine, then the stewardess walked up.
“Fasten seatbelts please we will be landing soon.”
Austin frowned “where there is nothing but open Ocean out…holy…Tom LOOK at this!”
Tom leaned over to see an angry black sky, lightning flashed “; a lush green island spread out beneath them “They will fly around that, over it, or something, won’t there?”
The planed buffeted, and pitched Austin grabbing the air sick bag cursed “LANDING soon? Where? In THIS? In the middle of the Ocean? What the FUCK…OWW!
Tom looked around, rain lashing at the window, and he swore lightning hit the wing and felt the plan plummet, his fingers clenched on the arm of the seat until…quite suddenly….
Sunlight, not even moisture on the window, and Austin saying “oh SHIT Tom…look an Island!”
What? It’s an Island?”
Austin shook his head “I JUST looked out the window not 10 seconds ago and it was ocean and a hurricane and now…...
The plane circled; Tommy and Austin pointed “Look… buildings and they are all made of marble.”
“Yea that one looks like the Parthenon, only it’s like new!” “yea look are those horses and Chariots and a Circus Maximus?” “I don’t see any CARS…You think were in Greece?”
It did not take the plane long to land, the landing was bumpy as the plane landed on the gravel runway, the first sign of any civilization, as bulldozers and trucks moved across the field in anticipation of a modern runway, though there was evidence of elaborate structures to maintain the ancient image of the island. A metal stairway was rolled up to the plane, and as the young men existed, a Germanic man met them
“MY name is Doctor Hans Mengele, Welcome to Themiscyra, please proceed ahead, you will be given a medical exam, you will NOT be injected with anything though we will take blood. After which you will be shown to your room and orientation will begin tomorrow.”
Austin asked Tom “Did he say Themiscyra? You’re the Wonder Woman fan, isn’t that Paradise Island?”
Tom smiled rolling his eyes, his birthday present? “Yea probably an elaborate government fantasy resort, I think I know what dad meant by my birthday present.”
They were led into a new, state of the art facility; from the outside, it had rich hand carved marble columns. It looked like a temple to Asclepius, the god of healing, a giant marble statue of the god, completely naked standing with his arm extended. Within the building could not have been more modern, in fact the more correct term would be futuristic.
A man clad in a toga and sandals appeared and bowed “Welcome, for our scanners we cannot have any metal on you, so, please enter the stalls and remove all clothing, they will be washed and stored for you, please put on the clothing you find there then exit the opposite end and you will be given your exams.”
Each boy went into a different changing room, a simple marble chute was there, and they deposited all their clothing even their shoes, then a hot bath in scented water. When Tommy came to dress, all that was provided was a plain white toga, with no underwear beneath, and a simple thong sandal that crisscrossed up his calves. Finally, there was a decorative laurel leaf wreath, the one Tom had looked to be made of exquisite delicate gold. It was not until he donned this on his head that the exit door opened.
Inside, men in lab coats began the exam, Tommy looked around, unsure, everything was sterile, but there were no women. He was placed in some kind of scanner, blood was drawn, when he spoke to the “doctors’ they were polite, but they would not answer questions about Themiscyra.
After the medical exam, Tom was shown to an isolated but lavish room, filled with art, and silks, the warm ocean breeze felt unusual under his toga where he had nothing on. A butler retrieved whatever he wanted including a lavish meal, and Tommy went to bed worried and unsure.
He was awakened the next morning with a knock, a quick bath and dressed he was shown to the large outdoor Amphitheatre, set in a semi-circle. Tom quickly found his friend, Austin.
“Austin! Man am I glad to see you!” he said sitting on the cool marble bench looking up at the arched stage. “Man I do not know WHAT is going on.”
Austin smiled and nodded “well…I think were about to find out.” Nodding up to the stage were a young man stepped out wearing a “Tuxedo” shirt.
“Hello all of you” he smiled “You can call me Brad. I am a computer technician here, well actually, I am a genius, but that’s beside the point. You are all here because your fathers are very powerful men of the world and you are all of age now to be introduced to a view of the world that most will never see.”
“The world is not ruled by a government, as most would think, instead the governments are ruled by a select set of men who have the power and make the rules. Many of you will be the next generation of those men IF that interests you.” He smirked.
“It has been this way in the animal world since Adam and Eve; you have all known that the reality is, people are NOT created equal. Instead, those who have the intelligence and the power, make a world that everyone else can live in. Doing this is a very difficult task and entitles you to certain…CONSIDERATIONS. Now you have all been told certain things are illegal or immoral…in reality that’s what we tell the average person in order to have an orderly society. In a moment, I will introduce a panel, people you KNOW and can TRUST. We will answer any questions, with no limits, and anyone who does NOT want to be here, will be returned back to their prior life with no harm or change. That said I’d like to introduce our first panel member, Jessica Gannet FORMER CEO of Gannet Broadcasting and former richest woman in the world. Jessica, HEEL!” He pointed to a spot on the stage before him.
As everyone watched, a woman who looked to be in her early 40’s, stark naked except for a dog collar a pair of nipple rings and a clit ring, strode boldly onto the stage and stood with her hands at her sides, eyes down cast.
Tommy and Austin stared agape. The woman was tall with alabaster white skin and did not even wear shoes, her bare feet spread slightly as she stepped forward obediently. Tom and Austin had their first unimpeded look at a fully grown woman, her red hair left deliberately unkempt stopped just above 2 beautiful pouting “D” cup breasts sporting small pink perky areoles. The woman continued to stand with her head down, taking small steps as Brad made her move to where he wanted on the stage, with each movement, the gathered boys could see the muscles of her legs and ass move. She had no pubic hair and from the front row the boys had an unimpeded view of Jessica’s baby smooth mound, her inner labia hidden but the outer was shimmering with clear, dripping, sexual juices that showed her obvious arousal.
As her shapely thighs moved the soft rubbing, movement of her nether lips was almost hypnotic gently slipping against each other. Jessica took up a position where Brad pointed after he had walked her around like a show horse, her small feet together.
After a pause, her knees bent and she knelt, then she spread her knees as wide as she comfortably could giving the audience had an unobstructed view of her cunt. Her hands went palm up on her thighs, chest thrust out as if in supplication.
Despite their age, Tommy heard about eight of the boys begin to sob, frightened. Jessica and Brad waited calmly while several men moved to escort those boys out of the Amphitheatre. Looking around the audience, Tommy bet that there was not a lad remaining that was not fully erect, including himself. Covering himself up self-consciously he looked back up on the stage. What Tommy found MOST arousing was there sheer casualness of the woman’s nakedness. Unlike the internet, no one was spanking her, using a fake flogger, calling her crude names, she simply walked out as if it were the most normal thing in the world and allowed every stranger there to see her most intimate places.
Once the others had been escorted out, Brad continued, “So that none of you have any moral issues, we have David, who is a lead Rabbi, Grand Mufti Abdulla and Catholic Pope Innocent XIV, formerly Cardinal Emmitt of Canada. The religious leaders emerged, most of the eyes on the Pope himself, clad in his pure white vestments.
Austin stared in disbelief “Holy SHIT, even the POPE is in on this?” he smiled
Brad smiled hearing even from on the stage. “Not just the pope, as I told you, we control governments, all the major government leaders not only support here, they are regular members; but now let me introduce you to the owner and architect of this facility, Mr. Daniel Boone.
Tom’s eyes finally left Janet’s beautiful unblemished body to stare dumbly at his father
“M…MY father…OWNS here?”
Daniel walked out on stage, walking up to the kneeling ex-CEO and attaching a chain dog’s leash to her collar, feeling her soft hair and smooth skin. He looked out over his audience, giving a wink to his son, as most of the toga clad lads stared with their mouths open, trying to hide their uncomfortably noticeable erections.
“Yes, I OWN here, as you see from my son’s reaction,” He paused to point directly at Tom.
“That is part of the secret of true power, but you will be given an introduction into that later. What I am here to do is to familiarize you with the rules of this place, and for me and my staff, to answer your questions. “
The three “Holy men” stepped forward in their finest robes. Pope Emmitt in white with his crown. The Grand Mufti clad in elaborate desert robes trimmed in gold and the Jewish Sephardi Chief Rabbi in his Ceremonial robes, linked arm in arm, took up a semicircle behind the naked kneeling woman. Flanking them, Brad and, in a Nazi SS Colonel Uniform, showing a Doctor, Hans Mengele.
Daniel smiled “I suppose the biggest question is, what are you doing here? In a nut shell, each of you had a parent…or PARENTS…” he smiled gently stroking Janet’s head as if she were a pet cat; her response to curl her arm around Daniels leg and hug her cheek to his thigh, her bare right breast pressing against his leg.
“That is either a political leader or a captain of industry, who wish you to be educated in the circles of power, so that you might one day take over and control the...” he chuckles and nudged Janet with the toe of his foot “The peons of this world.” He nodded to Janet.
Janet knelt before the young males and smiled “The rules are fairly simple. First, no fighting among yourselves…with this muc…
A young man in the back of the room, cocky looking raised his hand with a smirk, interrupting “Um…excuse me, are you serious? What does a naked cunt on a leash have to do with training us and ‘taking over?’”
The pontiff stepped forward “First off, my son, you might learn that you do not have to get down to the level of a gutter snipe, with such language, to be dominant. There is culture, refinement, if that is something you like, save it for your private sanctums.”
Daniel smiled and stepped forward “secondly women have long been a problem in our world, they are our companions, yet based on an allegation they can have a male fired for sexual harassment, discrimination, assault and any number of allegations, true or not. They take up 2/3 of our work force now costing males jobs when they are biologically and theoretically evolved to pleasure males and care for babies…”
Hans stepped forward at this point “Please do not misunderstand this uniform… I do not represent the Nazi desire for a ‘Master Race’ or their murderous intent, in fact” Hans smiled and reached down to caress the kneeling woman’s left breast “there are much BETTER things to do with women.
Another boy raised his hand “wait…are you saying there are no RULES here? No Laws?”
Daniel put up his hands “hold on, hold on, there ARE rules here, and you will find out that to disobey them can be much worse than any law. If you have not figured it out yet…you are on the Island of Thesmascaria...Paradise Island, secret hidden home of the Amazons. They have been conquered and put most firmly in their place and this is to be the pleasure escape and seat of power for those who will control this planet and its inhabitants.
Austin spoke up beside Tommy “Another take over the world scheme?”
Daniel smiled and shook his head “Austin, someone has ALWAYS ruled the world…you will learn this. Someone has, behind the scenes, allowed different groups to assume power, thru weapons, or technology or intelligence.”
The Rabbi stepped up “Now, back to the orientation, you are prob. all familiar with Adam and Eve, Eve was the reason we were removed from the Garden”
The Mufti nodded and stepped up “Even Profit Abraham had many wives, slaves, and in the time of your own Christian Christ, women were the PROPERTY of man, they were just treated with the respect they deserved.”
The Pope spoke next and so we stand together, United, before you, Cristian/Catholic, Jewish and Muslim, in agreement and peace, to proclaim the new word” he smiled “A return to values and peace”
Tom sat in the front row, the smooth girl flesh in front of him kneeling beside his father, a light sweat on her body, kneeling without a shred of modesty as comfortable as if she were in her own bedroom.
“On this Island, the women are here, in their place, for your pleasure and entertainment.”
Daniel smiled, winking at his son “Beyond a collar, or harness, women do not wear clothes, unless you clothe them. They have no rights only responsibilities.”
Hans spoke then “You have all been given a very thorough medical exam, there are no STD’s or other diseases on this island, as such there are no contraceptives and no need for condoms.”
The first boy to speak raised his hand “no condoms? What about BABIES? I can’t afford a child…”
Pope Emmitt chuckled, “My son, first off, that is the woman’s problem and part of her penance, her body belongs to mans and it is her fault if she gets pregnant. That said, there is no greater sin then to bring a child into the world unloved. A prerequisite to visiting this resort, is that your family have enough wealth that you can raise any child you father, however if you do not choose to take on the mantle of father, there are millions of couples on the earth, who not only want a child, and cannot have one, but ones welling to PAY for designer babies. Offspring of an amazon, as their sons or daughters…so, you see, you can indulge freely.
Hans spoke next “You can rest assured, with our resources, the child will be given a GOOD home, not abused or abandoned. If you want you can be given proof, of what happens to those who do. And for the girls that are born?” he smiled “we will have a SPECIAL guest, to tell you of them.
Austin spoke next “Mr. Boone, are you saying we can do…whatever we want? No limits?”
Daniel shook his head “there are some broad guidelines. While you can use any woman you wish, if another of your colleagues is with her, or has requested she bare his child, have the respect to at least ask. Next, though I personally believe that there are better things to do with a woman, if you’re the type who like to be, well frankly, brutal…contact the staff. These are Amazons and you can practically kill them, and they can be healed.
Another boy asked, “why do you care?”
Brad spoke this time “We care because these women” he cupped Janet’s chin gently “Are beautiful. We do not break our toys. We are also here for OUR pleasure, not necessarily their misery.”
Tom looked around him, all the males were as riveted and amazed as he was, most of them aroused.
The same boy went on “so we can KILL them, and it’s not against the law?”
The Mufti spoke “it is not against the law, and yes you CAN kill, if you wish, but if you wish to do that, you must PURCHASE the woman, and I assure you, if your family was the richest in the world, you will need to recover your place because it WILL cost every bit of the assets you have. So before you do that you best make sure you either have a plan to regain your wealth or wish to endure a penalty…well when you meet our resident Pagan Goddess...you will see”
“Wrrrrrrrr, watch who you are calling PAGAN, meat”
A low predatory feline growl issued from the shadows, sending a cold chill up everyone’s spine. A pair of shining predatory eyes seemed to open and stare from the shadow. Moving like a lithe cat, Cheetah, slunk onto the stage. Her body covered in a tight yellow fur with black rosettes spots, and nothing else. Her tail jerked side to side like that of an agitated feline, and her soft Auburn hair framed her feline like face. Half muzzle half human face, with the sharp teeth and fangs of a feline. She stopped in front of Janet and stretched out a furred foot, sporting feline retractable claws.
Janet responded immediately by bowing down to run her tongue over the goddesses exposed foot in homage.
“Those of you who father a FEMALE child, and for some foolish reason, does not wish the, responsibility, I will take. I will found a new Amazon colony, with myself as their goddess.
Tommy spoke “Wait, you are going to destroy Wonder Woman, and the Amazons, so you can make a new Wonder Woman and amazons?”
Cheetah’s head snapped about as if a bird had flitted by and her eyes fixed on Tommy as if he were some kind of trapped Gazelle.
A cold smile crept to her face showing long sharp predatory fangs, as she kept her eyes locked on Daniel’s son, and began to move toward him, her bare breasts to firm to sway “Mmmmmroowwwwww…so YOU are Daniel’s son”
Tommy looked up at her as she stood, clad in only her fur, before him, his eyes wide.
The feline woman smiled down at him and used her tongue to slowly lick her lips. Tommy could not tell if it was out of hunger, but it was sensuous as HELL. He saw the claws on her fingertips extend.
Cheetah sat beside the boy, and ran her claws gently over his bare chest. “I hear it is your birthday” she growled again, a predatory feline warning and she took Tommy’s wrist and placed his hand on the firm silken fur of her flank.
Tommy felt goosebumps as the deadly claws traced his exposed nipple and uncomfortable being the center of attention.
The woman’s palm had a buttery soft leathery, pad, and she felt the heat as the catwoman darted in, her fangs barred, her sharp teeth catching the side of Tommy’s neck, in a sharp, yet gentle…love bite.
Tommy felt her warm flank, freezing the movement of his hand as she held the skin of his neck in her fangs. Her hand moved up, the claw tracing dangerously over his carotid artery, the threat implicit. Tommy felt his length harden even more, if that was possible.
After a moment she released his neck, and vamped him, running her clawed fingers thru his hair, the sharp claws just teasing his scalp “
Happy birrrrthday…. every prrredator knows you do not exterminate the prrrey, or you will starrrve. My colony will prepare for futurrrre, WONDErrrR women…futurrre challenges…”
She smiled, licking his nose and standing up suddenly. She slunk back up to the stage. Once there she turned, her hands on her hip, cocked one knee, and with a wink to Tommy, vanished.