After the stage cleared, men clad in the simple toga’s appeared. Austin’s father, a slender man with soft brown chestnut hair, appeared and smiled at Tom, placing a hand on Austin’s shoulder.
Tom felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his own father, clad in white robes smiling as well.
“Dad…what in the world is going on? Was that REALLY Cheetah? The POPE? And naked women on leashes? Why the lame presentation and these…” he paused picking up the hem of the toga he wore, “Costumes?”
Daniel smiled “Come on, I will answer all your questions. Yea the presentation is a work in progress. You see, we agreed that you, are the future. You deserve the right to choose. But come with me.
Tom looked around at the beautifully carved marble statues of Goddesses and female warriors trimmed in gold, silver, and all manner of precious stones. Sheer silk drapes with veins of silver and gold running thru the living marble that was the floor. The large hallways were eerily devoid of anyone. Together they entered the queen’s reception room where there were numerous velvety padded reclining couches.
The room had been remodeled into Acteon Davy’s trophy room. Around the wall were the panties of his conquests, each displayed, well preserved on a wooden plaque with the woman’s name, a picture of the naked woman and her date of defloration. In the center, hung Wonder Woman’s soft, very sheer red silk panties and in the center of the room, a naked, well preserved woman, besides a heroine costume of a white with black tiger stripes. Billy stared at the naked display. The woman did not appear to be alive…but rather…mounted like a deer, with everything visible.
Tom sat and looked around, stunned before his gaze returned to his father “Ok dad, what is this? What is going on….and why these…togas…I feel ridiculous.”
Daniel chuckled at his son “The reason for the togas will become evident shortly, for now let’s call it a ‘theme park’. Look, Tom, I consider you old enough now that you are an adult. I brought you here, not only as a birthday present, but to find out if you are willing to take over the family business.”
Tom looked confused, “You mean at the NSA?”
Daniel smiled and sat next to his son “Tom. I am, no, we are the richest people on the planet. Not ONE of the richest, THE richest and yes, this is Themyscira…. Where Heracles once walked, home of the Amazons and Wonder Woman.
Tom sat there in a shocked silence “But...how…WHY?”
Danial moved to a throne like chair “To answer that, Tom… let me ask you again, why do you so revere Wonder Woman?
Looking around the lavish trophy room, Tom could not decide if this was a joke, a trick, a test? “She is beautiful. She is Good…she helps people.”
Daniel nodded “She’s beautiful…you desire her, that’s what you said first. Tell me Tom, do you think she would ever fall in love with you? Ever spend time with you?\and does she really DO good? Or does she just push HER agenda? Tom thought, he didn’t want to answer that second part, that seemed somehow so…wrong, so he focused on the first, “No…why would she want me?”
Daniel smiled “EXACTLY! Why indeed. You see Tom, there has been power struggles since Adam and Eve. Eve wanting more, eating of the forbidden fruit, Adam wanting eve to be obedient. Right now, Tom, the women are winning. They impose on us the idea that we have no right to right to desire them unless THEY want it. Tell me how many stories there are of Women who have men prosecuted, even fired, for everything from giving what they call an inappropriate hug, to outright lying in order to get themselves a job, as the CEO of a company, even president of the United States. When has Wonder Woman ever stood up for THEM? Do you believe that right now, just behind those doors, I have President Perino…naked as the day she was born, painted like a cow, chewing her cud and obeying any male that care command her?”
Tom swallowed his eyes huge as he felt a cold sweat. Where was this going? “I…believe you…but your saying, your rich…and you got rich by being a slaver?”
“WE are rich Tom,” he said “And while I prefer to call it, trophy hunting, and while I have done considerably more than just being a slaver…. yes, it is basically buying and selling people. Training to be satisfied, with LESS. There are people in this world Tom, men AND women. Women MUCH like your Wonder Woman who, through their abilities, help guide our society. They work to abolish hunger, to provide cures and medicine. Do you think that they do not exercise those abilities to their own desires?
Tom thought about it . “It would be impossible to…not do that, we act on what we desire to be right?
“EXACTLY” Daniel smiled. “Wonder Woman is a vigilante. No one ASKED her to enforce laws. If she wanted no one could STOP her from imposing her own will…her own idea of justice. Would you deny that in a school room, your own teachers exercise absolute control over you?
Tom thought about it, thinking of being thrown out of school “No…they do that because we are young? And learning? Daniel smiled. “And when do you take your place Tom? There are some men who seek to mold society into something more…open., but it doesn’t align with what, in this case, these women WANT. I am one of them men, and you can be as well.
Tom flushed, conflicted he changed the subject “If were so...rich…why have I never seen…
Danial chuckled. “Do your homework Tom. History, there was a gangster named Frank Lucas, He was a drug lord. He went undetected for decades because, as he said, Society looks for people who stand out. He was not caught, or even under INVESTIGATION until he violated his own rule. He began buying houses, expensive clothes and jewelry. Before that, he had a mid-level job, he did acts of charity, and all the while, when out of sight, he was wealthy beyond
imagination and enjoyed using his natural talent.
Tom sat stunned “So we have…” he looked up “You said CAN BE one of these men? What do you mean by that?
Danial drew a deep breath “What I mean Tom, is I love you. I don’t know if you are proud of me…or ashamed. I would like to mentor you, but I don’t think I have the right to choose the path FOR you.”
“So?” Asked Tommy.
“SO.” His father went on. He pulled out a glowing golden coil. Wonder Woman’s lariat of truth “You may choose one of three paths.
#1. You can choose to follow in my footsteps. I will mentor you, and your birthday gift is this Island and the amazons. We are completely hidden from the world here, UNFINDABLE, and with the enchantments here, we can live indefinitely, and I mean virtually immortal. This Island will become a resort and a sanctuary to men of power and those who can afford it. Murders and pedophiles will not be welcome here at any price. They will be returned gift wrapped for the authorities and we will continue to work, to both pacify the human race...guide them to more be productive rather than wars, racism and sexism.
#2. You can choose, at any point to just leave. Go back to your old life and will know nothing about this place” he patted the golden lariat.
Then he took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks. “Or there is #3. You can choose to expose us. Turn us in and be a hero. Wonder Woman is here. As is Wonder Girl and Queen Hippolyta. I am sure they were be grateful.
Tom sat trying to put this together “You…. you’re serious, aren’t you?”
David nodded. “Yes Tom, I have never been more serious in my life.”
Tom got up to look out across the Amazon city reaching out to touch a pair of pink power ranger panties that had dried fluid stains all along the gusset. A picture of a smiling young red head named “Kimberly” stark naked bound hand and foot beside it,
“And if I go for option #3?”
David nodded “I will be arrested; the women will be freed. You will be a hero.”
Tom looked back, part of him feeling betrayed “And if I go with #1.”
David nodded “Then you will have more money and power than you can ever imagine. You will be able to have any woman you want and you will learn to help guide humanity into the next age. The age I hope will literally be the age of MAN.”
Tom Sat back down “Lets talk about option #1.HOW do you see that working.”
David sighed “Tom… polygamy is the standard, NOT the exception. Throughout time Marriages of convenience have been reserved for the elite. When you have enough money, you can have any woman you want, and women seek a powerful mate naturally. It makes evolutionary sense. A man can fertilize hundreds of women…meaning biologically we have very little worth, a woman can get ANY male. Now women, on the other hand, once she is fertile, she is arguably chained to that child for 18 years. Years during which she can’t work, had more problems gathering food, and she has to care for her offspring. The only REAL attraction a male has. Is wealth and power. They may not want to admit it, but finding a male, who can protect her, provide for her and give her pleasure, assured her offspring have the BEST chance of succeeding. So, no woman needs have a child alone as in option #1, YOU can pay for their care. You can be a part of their life if you want or NOT, freeing her to seek her own desires while providing for her from a distance. You are the one making the rules, just as they are trying to do. And, if you want, you can have a NORMAL life, just like you have had so far. The woman and family you TRULY love you can protect, while the ones you simply lust for…you can enjoy both.
Tom gave a sheepish smile “You make it sound like it is the best of both worlds.”
David smiled back “It’s not THAT easy, you will still have rivals, enemies…opponents and dangers. Those who would look to bring you down. But It is a damned challenging and exciting life.”
Tom stood again, his sandals flopping on the marble floor “So... if what you say is true. Why were you so…disappointed in me when I was caught trying to make out with my girl?”
David smiled and shook his head “Well. first off you were CAUGHT, second, on a bathroom floor? Really? A dirty floor? You have better taste then that, you should have been able to have her in a beautiful house or better yet, take her in her own mother and father’s bed.”
Tom had to turn to face the window, afraid that the erection that had sprung up under his toga would be showing a tent. “So…. if I pick following in your footsteps…. how do we start?”
David leaned forward “You will have a series of tests…. If you’re a fit, they will be very pleasant tests.”
Tom turned “This goes against everything I have learned in my life…but you are giving me…everything….I can’t promise anything but….what is first?”
David picked up a bell and rang it.
What appeared caused Tom to nearly faint. His principle… Miss Victoria Cobb entered. He could tell she looked terrified. She moved with her head down her hands clasp in front of her, as if respectful; and she was clad in a pure white Victorian dress. Her wedding gown. The soft baggy sleeves were pure white trimmed in a soft blue ribbon. It buttoned to her neck with a frill lace. An abundant bustle clung to her hips with a floor length gown and a long train. Her auburn hair was long down her back and she moved to stand beside his father.
David moved to his son and wrapped the Lariat of truth around his son, “Tom, I am doing this to make a point, you can now only tell the truth…how did you feel when Miss Cobb here, reminded you of what your heroine, Wonder Woman, would say about your actions at the school?”
Tom blushed “Humiliated… belittled, I wasn’t trying to do anything wrong, she is beautiful. I was aroused...I made a mistake.”
David nodded and removed the golden lasso and placed it around his son’s principle’s neck like a dog leash “Victoria, you can only tell the truth. Why did you use Wonder Woman as your object lesson?”
Victoria’s eyes open wide “I…. I just wanted to impress on Tom how wr…. How Wro…. I wanted him to feel a bit of embarrassment so he wouldn’t do it again.”
Tom stared “not that what I did was WRONG? You WANTED to embarrass me? Why did you have to embarrass me…why couldn’t you have just said that?”
The principle swallowed hard and Glanced at David “The subject of sex is…. humiliating…I just thought it would help you remember to do what you were told.”
Tom shook his head “I mean…I know it was wrong you just wanted me to do things your way?” He looked at his father “But why did you bring Miss Cobb here...won’t she be missed?”
David smiled “Thanks to my other job, Miss Cobb has taken a 3-month Sabbatical during the Summer break. Her wedding will be shortly after her return, and my point here is. You can spend the rest of your life with her on the control side of the desk, or you can be on the other side with HER being obedient.”
Tom nodded “So…what do we do with her?”
David smiled wider. Rising they walked into the Queen personal Bed chamber. The inside was just as lavish. A magnificent 4 poster bed carved out of wood with Greek scenes of Olympus. The only thing out of place was what looked like some kind of exam table. It had a helmet, a face mask, restraints, and several hoses and was obviously meant to restrain a human being.
“This is our new device. It was developed with Kryptonian technology, and The Bat Computer.”
Tom stared “The BAT computer?”
David nodded “Batman and Superman have been defeated and they help our cause now.”
His son stared with an awe and respect “you are THAT good?”
David smile “Not JUST me but yes…. a vigilante can work in either way. But the point is, this device can re write a woman’s brain.”
Tom nodded “A brain wash device”
David nodded “Yes…however there is one requirement, campy as it may sound. In order for the changes to take effect, it required a huge endorphin release, something to ditract the subject from fighting the changes, something that will overwhelm reason. The Subject must be awake and aware and it has to be a purely physical response.” “In other words” Tom said “You have to make her climax, to orgasm while knowing and understanding that in that act she will be defeated.”
“Yes” David nodded “if she does not climax, the brain will slowly heal itself over a few weeks. I am told it is rather like exposing a dental cement to UV light. Once she climaxes the changes become permanent. You can change the subject to be simply more cooperative, or you can erase her memory completely leaving something not much different from a houseplant. You can add or subtract fetishes or desires all from a mouse and keyboard while she lays there in front of you, subject to psychogenic and anesthesia gases.
Tom noticed a table with leather items on it and walked over. There was a wide variety of black leather straps, arm binders, dildoes, penis gags ring gags “for her?” he nodded at the
Tom looked at his principle “Are you saying, you are GIVING Miss Cobb to ME? As my Slave?”
David smiled in response and handed the golden lasso, still around the soft white neck of the woman, into his son’s hand “Remember son, she is not your friend, she doesn’t LOVE you… and she may try everything to play on your emotions, Just like brining up Wonder Woman, she may cry, she may feign being uninterested, or frightened… but also remember, she is a human being as well…she has her own desires, she just may not admit them, even to herself. Good Luck son.”
David rose and left the room without looking back and without another word, leaving his son alone with his own beautiful principle.
Tom stood there looking at the uncomfortable very beautiful woman.
He was holding the magic lasso “Get in the machine” He said, his young hormones raging. This was like a dream, his knock dead gorgeous principle, and he could make her be whatever he wanted.
Victoria felt dread as her body begin to move “Master” using the term unbidden “Please if I may…”
The term master, it made him hard and weary at the same time “Stop… I did not tell you to call me master yet.”
Victoria’s heart and mind raced. This was not some common thug…this was an Island out of mythology, these were world leaders and she was a small school principle, a pawn among kings and she had just been chosen as the object lesson for the head man’s son….
She turned and moved before the much younger boy, her teeth catching her lower lip in what she hoped to be provocative “You…don’t need to put me in that machine…I will be your adoring loving total slave. I swear, I will accept that I have no rights total objectification and will exist for you.rr pleasure. Forever if you want.”
Tommy looked up at the beautiful woman in her wedding dress. “Why would you willingly agree to that?”
Victoria took a deep breath and looked at the machine “Because…. Once I am in that THING” she said with obvious distaste, “You can erase my memory or my desire for my fiancé.”
She felt her eyes begin to tear “PLEASE master, I honestly and truly DO love him. I genuinely want to marry him. I SWEAR to you, if you allow me, I can be a REAL willing PAYTHING for you if that is what you want. I may not be a playboy bunny, but I am a grown woman who has had experience at least some experience with men, with sex, I will be your teacher. I will go to bed with you, God I will even have your CHILDREN. Robert is wonderful and he may be a great corporate attorney, but where kids and sex is concerned, he is not the brightest bulb on the tree. So long as the kid is not black…I can convince him your children are his… you can have all the fun with me you want and he will raise them like his own if you like master. Just GOD PLEASE Tommy, I am begging you, if you put me in there, I can only do what YOU think of…if you let me be your WILLING slave…I can live for your pleasure...I will be MUCH more creative.”
Tommy looked at her. Seeing her bought to tears, a part him felt ashamed, but a much larger part felt the strength…the power. Hours ago, he sat before her, hoping she would not have him arrested…now she was begging to be his slave. He looked down; he was still holding the lasso…She had to tell the truth…. But his dad’s warning. He had to be sure. “So you will be a complete and total slut for me? I’m talking about no holds bared when your horny I want you to masturbate right there even if your in a room full of people?”
Victoria Cobb blushed but nodded, never more serious about anything in her life.
“I am holding the Lasso of truth” Tommy went on, “You.re compelled to tell the truth… are you telling the truth? and what are you NOT telling me?
Victoria Blushed, when she was forced to tell the truth, she could feel the magical influence, but she felt nothing now, as she blurted out “Yes I am telling the truth, I will be MORE a slave then anything you could put in that…that THING….what I am not telling you is…I am hoping as a virgin you’re too shy to go thru with it and…even if I am wrong, with this power you will eventually have done with me…and will move on to other women, and I will have the rest of my life with Robert…” Tom considered this briefly and smiled. His heart was pounding in his chest. The power rush was incredible, the possibilities. He felt excitement, apprehension, shame, pride, guilt, vindication. For a young boy transitioning into manhood, this translated to a complete system lock. He stared, frozen with his brain trying to process this.
Victoria Cobb stood looking at her young student, feeling the smooth warmth of the golden lariat around her throat like a dog’s leash. A small pawn standing on a mythical Island, conquered by real people of such power she had only read about in fantasy books standing before a machine that could take her mind…her soul…being presented as a birthday present to a boy 1/3 her age. She could see his deer in the headlight, if she didn’t act, she had no idea what his adolescent mind might decide once he worked through his shock and apprehension. But there was too much at stake for her personally to try and trust that morality would win out over lust and hormones
He gazed at his principal, standing in what would be her wedding cress, looking at the red of her lips. Tommy had gotten to caress Jessie’s breast thru her clothing, even slid his hand over her ass, under her waste band. He had seen many naked women in front of him…but never live. Never in the flesh.
The middle-aged woman had not been specifically ordered not to move, so she moved slowly toward Tommy, her eyes down like a respectful chaste woman. Trying to spur some emotion other than terror she glanced at his short sandy hair clad in a plain white toga and sandals that crisscrossed firm calves. Well-tanned, his muscles developing well, glabrous. Trembling she reaches out lay her hand on his bare inner thigh. He was smooth, muscled, and warm as she slid her hand up the inner thigh under the toga to openly fondle his erection. She had to admit she was surprised at his size, the lad was hung like a moose.
Closing her eyes in disgust she gently used moved closer to rub her cheek against his neck like a feline seeking attention, catching his scent.
“Is this what you want sir? An, obedient…pet?”
As soon as she said it, she regretted allowing her emotions to interfere. Maybe he was still stunned enough he would not notice her attempt kill his arousal with the condescending question.
Unfortunately for her, she felt him notice.
At first the feel of the bare fingers of his principle against his naked cock had Tom suddenly understand the utility of the toga on the male body. He was ready for action without having to shrug off a pair of pants. But at the snarky comment his muscles tensed, his jaw tightened as he began to turn.
Victoria realized if she didn’t control herself and recapture his attention, she would find herself on that table. Her other hand dropped to his thigh and she slid her hand under the toga to grip his hips and pull her to him, leaning in to place a sizzling kiss on his lips…pressing her breasts to his chest as her hands slid behind to caress his bare, incredibly tight ass.
Tom was stunned again. Her lips were warm and soft, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. His principle was grinding against him like he had seen in so many vids…her tongue began to run over the outside of his teeth and gums, exploring...inviting as her felt her prat his ass gently and run her fingers over his tight anal pucker openly Her lips sucked at his. This was something he had never considered. Emboldened to take charge his own arms moved, encircling her…one hand behind her head to HOLD her there…the other in the small of her back, bending her backwards and putting her off balance at his mercy as his own tongue thrust into her mouth like a bull in a china shop, sliding along her inner cheeks, she almost gagged as he tried to lick her tonsils but responded by suckling on that tongue eagerly. She felt her nipples stiffen, and she inhaled his breath as he exhaled. Sharing his breath. This wasn’t her fiancé, Robert, she was being forced to let her student rape her…She felt herself losing control.
She continued the kiss as long as he wanted. She didn’t know how much time had passed, most of her didn’t care when he broke the kiss, he looked wild, ready to throw her down like an animal. She reached out and put a hand to his chest. “Tell me what you want… Let me SERVE you.”
Tom’s hormones were in full control now. His fantasies firmly in his mind. One word. Something he had wanted for years “Strip.”
Taking a deep breath, she had expected this. She had played this out in her mind for her wedding night. Now it would happen in front of one of her young students.
Stepping back. She began unbuttoning her top. One button at a time.
Tom watched as his principle smiled. Looking at the table, he saw a pair of white, playboy bunny ears. The term, fuck like bunnies came to his mind and he retrieved it, taking them and placing them on the older woman’s head as she began disrobing.
Looking up from under her eyes as her fingers opened each button…Victoria Cobb opened the white garment, showing a lacy white bra beneath.
Tom noted that his principles’ breasts were larger than Jessies’. She was at least a C or a D cup and as she pulled the blouse out of her waste line, he could see the dark chocolate areoles pressing against the white lace.
Victoria tossed the garment at the lad’s feet.
Tom looked down and got an idea. In for a penny, in for a pound. “No!”
Victoria blinked “Wh…what? I thought you would like….”
Tom pointed at his feet “Pick it up.”
Victoria felt nervous, what had she done wrong? Biting her lip again she wordlessly moved forward and knelt…taking her hand to stroke his hip, on her knees he was only slightly taller than her. She picked up the blouse.
Tom smiled. He began to see his father’s point. He saw the confusion in Miss Cobb’s face…this was a power struggle. Was she going to control this...or was he? He crossed his arms and tried to glare at her “Pick it up.” He said gazing at her. She picked it up and looked at it, and back to her young master.
“Now fold it NEATLY and lay it at my feet.”
Understanding dawned on Victoria and she had to admit, well played, so he was not just a boy reacting? He was more dangerous then she thought. She stood and carefully folded the blouse and laid it at his feet, leading down to briefly kiss the top of his foot.
After, she stood and began unlacing her skirt and bustle. She twisted gently and stepped out of the voluminous garment, the Bustle she collapsed, and the skirt folded she kept her eyes on her young student’s feet, and knelt placing the snow white fabric at his feet, before kissing the other foot.
When she stood again , Tom held up a hand, and watched her stand there obediently, hands by her sides. Her breasts strained at the lacy bra. On her feet were button up white shoes, silken sooth white nylon clung t her well-shaped legs, that Tom noted, went all the way up to her ass, and were held up by a white Garter belt and…
“Oh my fucking GOD” Tom smiled walking forward watching his ex-principal full body blush. She was wearing the tightest white lace panties he had ever seen, with her camel toe in plain sight. He moved closer; it was his turn to places his hand on the smooth skin of her inner thigh and slide it openly up to grope the soft camel toe. He his fingers against the lace that covered the female organ.
She felt him stip, his big fingers pressed against her privates, she saw the look of astonishment that made her blush, knowing what he had discovered. He brought his fingers up in front of her face
“My god you’re SOPPING WET” he chuckled. “Your getting OFF on this, those bunny ears look like they fit you! If you’re so damned frightened, so worried, if you love ‘Robert’ so much…why is there clear fluids running down your legs?” Victoria wished that she could crawl into her shoe, her blush intensifying. She saw Tommy looking at the golden lasso again, so she quickly said “You won’t need that. I know you see me as your principal, Tom…master…but I am still a human being, a woman.”
She sighed looking down knowing she had been caught “The reason I am so wet, is I have always had fantasies about younger men. About…having my students have their way with me.”
Tom wiped his fingers on her bra, feeling her soft breasts and amazed how soft they really were, “You’re you’re COUGAR?” he laughed, suddenly feeling must more confident “Jesus I could hang my keys on your nipples…How the HELL can you be a cougar? You’re a school PRINCIPLE!”
Tears rolling down her cheeks Victoria sniffled and whimpered “Sir…. I am still a human being…. I am not dead…I can’t help my fantasies but that doesn’t mean I’d be a pervert and ACT on them.”
Tom was NOT letting THIS go “So ok…tell me your number one fantasy” he leaned back against the table “I have GOT to hear this…”
Weeping freely now with embarrassment, Victoria considered resisting, but she had given her word and if the boy thought she was not acting in the spirit, he would put her on that cursed table, and she might lose forever. He had the damned lariat to keep her honest.
Sniffling and feeling the faux bunny ears on her head she stared at her feet “I…I was dreaming about our school football team, winning the championship. After the game, coach Zucaro would bring me down into the locker room where….” She blushed harder…she could barely see “Where I would be the ‘entertainment’ for the boys…
Tom stared at her “the entire team?”
Standing in her boots, white stockings, panties and bra, and nothing else…she tred to look away “Both teams….” Tom was strangely moved by the tears, on one hand they were arousing, but on the other, she had just told him one of her most intimate secrets, and he wanted to hear more. Quietly, gently, he approached and lifted her chin with his hand. Looking into her eyes…he stretched up and placed another deep kiss on her lips…sliding his hands along her side and then wiped her tears away with the back of his hand.
His voice was gentle “Was that such a bad thing to admit? You said you were human. Victoria…stop hiding things… every guy in the SCHOOL knows you want that, and they want it too.”
She was surprised at his tender act…and she forced an embarrassed smile “Ishould get out of the rest of these clothes for you…”
Tom sat back down on the plush cushioned marble chair and leaned back crossing his ankle over his knee and giving the woman an unobstructed view of his own erection. “So what dad said…is TRUE” he said with some amazement but with a smile as he watched her get back to work “You are trying to dictate what is good and bad. You deny even yourself… YOU never came on to a student because you were afraid of getting CAUGHT…not because you really felt it was wrong. That’s right isn’t it?”
Victoria’s swallowed hard as she stood in front of her young student, answering him as if she was a naughty child. She wiped her eye and looked up and said “Yes…I suppose it is.”
Tom smiled “And you were trying to tell me that being with Jessie was WRONG? Well, Victoria,” he smiled as he enjoyed using her familiar “if you want this deal, you will acting on those perverted fantasies…so yes, please finish disrobing, I want to have a child by you.
Composing herself, Victoria nodded “I will be honored master” folding her arms back and unhooked her bra. Sliding it off, she felt the warm breeze against her bare skin and gently folded the straps into the cups as she felt the soft flesh sway in front of her.
Tom enjoyed the view. Now free of their prisons her prefect mammary’s sloped to pout softly, crowned with a silver dollar sized deep brown areola’s.
Victoria moved to put her foot up on the arm of her new master’s chair to unbutton the side of her shoe, giving him an unobstructed view of her sopping wet panties. She tried to wipe the betraying organ’s drooling fluid discreetly.” Gazing at the wet lips pressed against the gusset of the panties Tom saw her discreet move “don’t wipe yourself…just let it flow, your secret is out Victoria…you may as well own it.
Victoria nodded blushing more, she had never been so humiliated in her life, but there was nothing she could do as she managed to start to control her emotions. This was her new life, embarrassment seemed pointless now. “Sir…I…have always had a heavy…. Flow…”
Tom nodded, “It’s ok slave, you can’t help it any more than a guy can help an erection, it’s just nice to see something chips the ice off your lust.”
Nodding, she unbuttoned her left, and then her right shoe, and placed them under his chair. Turning her back to him so he had an unobstructed view of her ass...she bent over and rolled the nylons down her legs. First the right, sliding off the pale white skin to reveal her small bare feet, her toes now free…then the left, before standing to unroll them and fold them. Placing each on the arm of Tom’s chair.
The garter belt came next…just hanging around her well shaped thighs she handed him the belt which he accepted. Shen she came close she saw him reach out to palm her bare breasts, she didn’t resist and moaned softly as she felt her stiff nipples press into his warm palms.
For Tom, the only thing he had felt softer, smoother, was her pussy. He spent several long moments just openly fondling and groping his principal’s’ breasts. They felt heavy, and they worried so nicely as he lifted them…he rolled the brown nipple between his fingers and leaned in to lick each one. Gods his balls were getting blue.
Victoria stood there bent at the waist, feeling him explore her body with the confidence of ownership. That left just her panties. She could already feel the moisture rolling down her ankle down to the floor.
Looking down again, the white ears atop her auburn hair she stood square on, unobstructed before the virile male and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her frilly white, now drenched, panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them. This was always the most awkward part of getting undressed in front of someone. There was no graceful way. Standing on one foot, balancing, then the other. She took them and folded them. She was now as naked as the day she was born. Feeling the smooth floor on the soles of her feet. She stepped forward and presented the master his trophy.
Tom smiled “Now stand there”
Victoria nodded “What shall …”
“Just stand there and shut up” He said in a soft voice with a gentle smile.
Tom stood up. Her body was magnificent, a definite wet dream. Fit, he noticed her straight auburn hair going almost to her ass. Between her legs, a curly wet auburn triangle, and within that, nirvana…the soft unprotected lips of her pussy. Tom stepped closer pressing his chest against her back and sliding his hands across her smooth belly down to between her legs…his fingers parted those lips as it slid between them, not in...he just sawed gently back and forth between the inner and outer labia unhindered. Keeping his hands on her he slid, almost serpent like around her front and leaned in to press his mouth to her left nipple saying softly “I OWN you Victoria…you are my property.
Feeling like meat on display in a butcher shop, Victoria began to move her hand up to the lad’s hair, only to feel a sharp slap to her flank.
“Keep your hands down and stay silent.” He said softly pressing his face between her bare breasts and licking the cleft, tasting the salt of her skin. “Every student in school has dreamed of this.” He moved to kiss the right nipple, running his tongue over it, feeling the nipple…tasting the salt. “I know…consciously, you want that Robert….” He moved again behind her, keeping his body pressed against hers.
Her ass was tight, and he ran his hand over it, smooth tight. Grabbing a cheek in his hand he parted it, nestled where the sun doesn’t shine, her tight puckered anus. “I know you want Robert but you will be getting me….”
Victoria was now standing in a growing puddle. Moving her toes to make little ripples on the floor.
“Jesus Christ Victoria, I am talking about having my way with you instead of your fiancé” sliding his hands und her arms using one hand to grope her breast to grope her breasts while the other slid back to her pussy to slide between the unprotected lips. Standing on his tip toes cheek to her back and into into her hair and began nuzzling the nape of her neck You’re your getting more aroused by the moment. I wasn’t kidding about knocking you up…when was the last time you were on birth control?”
Victoria licked her lips “I didn’t think you were kidding sir, I stopped 6 months ago…so after we were married…” Tom interrupted “I want to rape you…”
At the admission, the older woman nearly went to her knees….gods the power in that admission. She began to turn to him…but he tightened her grasp. “Stay!”
Tom felt as if he would burst, but he knew exactly want he wanted. Going to the bondage table…. he retrieved a full body harness.
Victoria was made to stand silent as the young man slid the butter soft leather around her. A black leather triangle around each breast designed to not only draw attention to theb are breasts but to lift and separate.
She felt him lift the heavy organs on her chest and push them thru the harness, felt the soft black leather against her white skin. Felt him lock, they were actual locks, the leather around her back, then around her neck, and around her waist .
He then took two more straps, he made her open her stance, in one might call the heroine pose…and pulled them around between her legs, over her ass to the waist strap. When he cinched them up…it pulls her pussy lips apart slight, the easier for anyone to slip past into her body. That word made her nervous and aroused…ANYone.
Next, he retrieved a black onyx hair band. He made her kneel and removed the bunny ears for the moment. He gathered her hair into a ponytail and secured it with the hair band. Leaning in he lifted the tail. And whispered.
“Know what is under a pony tail?” He smiled.
She looked into his lust filled eyes with her green eyes and replied “A…a horse’s ass?”
"YEP!" Tom went to the table…for the main course. Victoria felt him draw her arms behind her back and began binding her wrists together.
“W…why are you doing that?” she felt him bind the leather, smooth, but tight around her wrist. “I…said I will do whatever you like.” She could feel the bite of the leather thongs.
Tom made sure the knots were tight and led her over to the foot of the bed, noting the wet footprints she left, she was still as wet as a fish.
“Because this is what I want. I told you, I want at least once…to rape you….I mean REALLY and honestly rape you and to do it hoping that I make you pregnant with this one Victoria.”
He pushed her over the bed and began securing her ankles to the posts, spreading her legs “I don’t know if someone is going to burst thru that door and stop me…help me… but this one time…this is for me….” He smiled, as he caressed her ankle…her foot, looping the black leather thong around the solid bed post. Secured her last ankle leaving her helpless. The alder principal felt herself pushed, and landed face down bent over the boy’s soft bed. Exposed, unable to move, her heart raced more…this was it, there would be nothing she could do…she was going to take her, and she couldn’t stop it, in fact she had agreed to it, albeit under duress.
His face moved into her vision, he had her…she knew it and so did he. Taking her soaked white panties and wadding them up he smiled and said “Open”
Victorian obediently did as she was told...and he stuff them into her mouth, pushing the soft fabric into her cheeks until they were completely in her mouth. She tasted her own salty sweet juices as he shut her up. Her cheeks puffed like a chipmunk as he closed her mouth on them and she sucked on them.
Tommy smiled and, in his best Gollum voice said “Its my Birthday and I WANTs it..” before retrieving a black bondage hood, and began tugging it over her head.
Victoria was plunged into darkness. The rigid hood looked like a falconers hood, the stiff leather bulged away from her eyes…but fit snugly and smoothly t her face. It covered her mouth, locking her panties inside and assuring she would be silent as he buckled and locked the collar of the hood around her neck. The last thing he did is placed the bunny ears back on her head and glued a big white playboy bunny tail at the base of her spine.
Tommy admired his handiwork. Victoria cob was trussed up like a Christmas turkey her chin on the bed, her ass in the air and her pussy unprotected. If he waited any longer, he would have a case of blue balls that would never end. In her darkness he felt him step up behind her, felt what must be his cock against her soft spread lips. She couldn’t even moan.
He looked own as he took his rigid cock and slid it against the soft pussy lips. Moving it firs up then down between the cleft. Liking how her wet flesh clung to the head of his cock. He had not gotten to get into Jessica’s pants, but this MORE than made up for it. Her lips parted easily and her felt her tense…watched her muscles try to do...SOMETHING…but she was stuck like a fly on fly paper… she was so helpless, so wet he thrust forward watching her body part and his cock disappear inside his principal until he was balls deep. He had done it…he had her before him and he was completely sheathed within her.
The sensation was like nothing he could describe. Her head went up and he grabbed her ponytail arching her back and pulling himself closer. Her soft clung to his cock warm, slippery; unable to see or anticipate every move caused her thick muscles to squeeze around him.
“Jesus instead of bunny ears, I should have gotten you a horse harness…Mounting you is incredible…”
For Victorian, she felt him enter her, wincing as her head was pulled back, spitted on her student’s erection… “
Gods, he was thicker than Robert”….she thought in her darkness as he began to thrust in and out of her body. She figured that with his arousal he would not last long….
Tom let himself go, his first time with a woman and it was with his principle beneath him like a sacrificial lamb, feeling her firm ass against his belly. He dropped his knees and pulled back driving up and into this woman…his slave…his real life SEX slave. The feel of that smooth ass against his stomach…he reached over her and drove up and in again...and again…. She lay before him…he wanted something more…driving into her body Harder, he got a grunt…. yes, THAT was it…
Watching his organ disappear inside her body and seeing her head raise pulling on the ponytail arching her back…. hearing her grunt…. He thrust…he was close.
Victoria did grunt, and even though she was far from climax, she felt her arousal grow. The kid had potential… the unbidden thought coming too her head.
It only took him a few more thrusts, she felt him lean in and hold. The sensation passed over him like a warm blanket…pulsing warmly, holding and grinding into her.
The deed done, he felt the pulsing of his loins, once, twice, thrice…he gave Victoria six good pulses of his seed holding against her as deeply as he could. He did not pull out, he let herhave all of it, right into her womb.
The release was heavenly and he panted…he had done it…he REALLY had done it! He held there, laying his full weight against her sweaty slippery back. They were both well sweated. He had not considered it before, but he had just had his first time, right on Queen Hippolyta’s bed.
He took his time, just laying there within his silent trust principal, feeling the warm after glow. As his pulse slowed down, and he felt himself soften enough to slip out of the woman, he realized, this was not at all how he thought he would feel. Yes there was the pleasure, but he thought he would feel awkward? Maybe guilty?
No…Right now all he felt was, relaxed, and a feeling of…accomplishment… He rolled over her, and observed his own milky white semen dripping out of the woman’s cunt. Sitting up his slid his hand against her bare ass cheek. Pulling it slightly aside to see the tight pink pucker. Odd he had never considered looking at it before.
Leaving her trussed...he went to an amphora and poured himself some wine. It was sweet. He gazed at her, lovely, naked, HELPLESS….and he felt…satisfied,
After feeling him soften…Victoria lay on the bed face down. She felt him relax, felt him again explore her body with the familiarity of ownership. She felt the cool air on her sweaty body. The deed done was proof positive, the Calvary did not always come over the hill…and she better get used to it. Eventually she felt him release her hands. And then retire to the Chair.
“Untie yourself” was all he said.
Tom watched her stand, spread legged by the bed…the black hood and ears on her. Her fingers fumbled with the hood buckle behind her neck until it parted, and she pulled the hood off. He noted with approval…she retrieved the bunny ears and placed them back on her head.
“I am surprised you remembered that?” he said, sipping his wine, watching her.
Even before she took her panties out of her mouth, her hands went to her wet sex two fingers made a small circle...retrieving some of Tom’s semen. She united the flat gag and spit out her saliva soaked panties still straddle legged as her ankles were still bound “you just screwed me like a rabbit…I... guess they fit.
“There is PLENTY more where THAT came from” Tom smiled.
For Victoria Cobb, it was a feeling of defeat. She had been abducted, enslaved, raped and her rapist had every intention of her carrying his children, not just child she would likely bear Tom several children, if for no other reason just to show he could do it as much as he wanted. She had no illusions that how would make her into a virtual human rabbit, and likely not just for him; and to save what little of her life she could, she had to agree and go along with it. His semen displayed on the curls of her groin, she had to stretch to the right to get at the black leather thongs biting into her ankle…He really didn’t want her getting away, so it took her the better part of 10 min. struggling and showing off her ass to the young master before she got her right leg free. The left was easier as she could kneel.
One free and once again swallowing her pride...her eyes down she approached Tom. She kept her hands away from her groin, at her sides...so he could see the fruit of his handy work smeared on her pubic hair and pussy lips. He gazed up at her, or more correctly, at the cream pie he had left between her legs. She slowly knelt and placed her hands on her master’s knees “Thank you…Master….”
Tommy looked confused “for what?”
Victoria flipped his toga up…getting her first real close up look at his cock. Damned if he wasn’t well endowed… he was thick and firm…
Tom could not believe it…these togas were PERFECT…as he watched his principal gaping like a fish…pushing her head down between his groin…he couldn’t believe it, was she really going to…
She leaned in, pressing her cheeks between his sweaty thighs. She had done this before with Robert, she was no stranger to the scent, the taste, or giving a man a blow job…normally it was one of her main turn ons. She font his warm sac and began licking her juices off his scrotum “Thank you for raping me...I deserved it.” She used the flat of her tongue and licked warmly.
Caught off guard Tom let out a long moan leaning to the side and bridging in the chair as she pushed his thighs open to accommodate her face.…his School Principal was going down on him and she was GOOD.
Using the flat of her tongue…Victoria licked from the back of his base…sliding along the creamy white seamen and her juices, along the soft flesh to the base of his cock, up the underside and took him into her mouth, nursing like a kitten. She always acquainted the flavor to kettle corn…salty sweet.
At the feeling of her soft lips on his balls, he tensed. He worried...would she bite…she could permanently mutilate him…but she didn’t just lick...she lavishly licked with the full flat of her tongue. “W…was it a rape?” he asked.
Victoria glanced up…running her tongue over the soft scrotum again as she replied, “oh yes…it was REALLY a rape….” Before gently suckling both balls into her mouth storing them in her cheeks as her nose pressed against the wet underside of his now stiff cock
She began to gently clean him...running her tongue over his skin lavishly sucking and swallowing. Taking her time. There had been no pleasure in it for her…he was young, over excited, he had just used her body…
When she released the soft sac, she lifted herself on her knees and slid him into her mouth. Sealing her lips, she suckled and began deep throating him. He purred in appreciation, petting her head like an animal as her tongue slid along the underside, around the head, and into her cheeks. It occurred to her this is why it was called polishing the helmet….
Tom watched her attack his sock, he had thought he would need a shower...but this was MUCH better….He felt cleaner…she nursed like a kitten…”You know Victoria…that’s a good look for you…
Victoria sucked him dutifully…not looking up…just attending her duties. He was slower this time, she regretted that because it meant more time with his dick in her mouth….with her on her knees.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her felt his hand on her ponytail…He held it in his fist...he took control of her head …pulling and pushing…he was face fucking her. As he got more aroused…his hold became firmer…he began to make her gag as he thrust her head down, her nose buried in his pubic fur.
Soon he was moving with a wild abandon, each thrust brought a
GLUUK GLUKK GLUKK! From the now defunct principal kneeling at his feet.
He felt her gag on his cock….it only aroused him more as her throat clenched
trying to expel him.
Tom leaned over her whispering “Don’t worry…you’ll get used to it…”
He began to thrust up as he shoved her face down firmly…she brought her hand up only to have them slapped away “Stop that! Put them DOWN!:
Gluck gluck, Gluck Gluck GACK!
She felt him tense…tasted his climax… he took her head and pushed it firmly down into his crotch her nose pressing against his abdomen… Her eyes watered as the male shot his second climax past her tongue directly into her stomach…. Tom was completely in paradise…damn if this didn’t just feel...RIGHT. He held her down…the view of the top of her head as he grunted
He breathed deeply as his climax continued saying softly “That’s it Victoria…take it…swallow it….yesssssss…….. When he was done he took a deep breath and released her.
She choked, sputtered and gasped briefly….he made no move to help her….he watched…smiling….gently stroking her hair...her shoulder. When she was finally able to catch her breath…she gathered up her soft silken hair and leaned in wiping off his groin, using her own hair as his personal cum rag…wrapping the tresses around his cock...until it was dry. Then she sat back on her heels, naked...her knees spread...hands palm up on her thighs, chest out and eyes down…
Donna Prince, Wonder Girl, gazed down at her village from one of the mountain caves. She was nervous but she had to do this… Her sisters had all been captured, from what she could see. And some foreign sisters had, for some reason CHOSEN to be the obedient lackeys of these invading males. Donning the ancient armor and enhancing their abilities as if they were amazons themselves. The foreign women could have easily overthrown their male masters, but they were working WITH them and Donna couldn’t figure out WHY. Did they not wish to be free?
And where were her mother, the Queen, and sister, Dianna, Wonder Woman. She had to find them. Gazing down with her amazon sight, she had watched a lot of activity in the Temple of Aphrodite. Resentment filled her as she heard the sound of gasoline generators, shattering the serenity of Island with their constant muffled purr. “Thank the gods the invaders have not found the great library of Athena” she thought to herself. She similarly thanked the gods for their wisdom, the scrolls were written in the Greek language of the gods, undecipherable except by the amazons themselves.
She had to locate the Queen and Diana, and free her sisters. After dark, as the activity slackened, Donna made her way down into the city. As a royal princess, she knew the secret passageways, the underground passages and hidden doors in walls that no outsider would know. When she arrived at Aphrodite’s temple, great gathering place for the entire amazon nation in times of festival, she found four invaders standing guard. Two inside the Temple doors, and two outside. One male, in their ridiculous green colored uniforms, and a woman clad in only the Bracelets of Submission, stolen from defeated amazon warriors and granting these women the same powers and abilities as she had. She could not risk discovery, she had to find the Queen, Princess Dianna, or even Philippus, Captain of the Queen’s royal guard.
Quietly Donna moved along the passages, looking into the personal chambers of Menalippe, the High Priestess. Within, sat a well-muscled man with dark hair. He was naked and not unattractive as he looked down on the blond priestess.
Menalippe crouched on all fours like a dog, chained there by her wrists and ankles between 2 ornate marble columns. To the right were two brown leather Sybain saddles beside Menalippe’s ornate bed. The first, had obviously been occupied by Menalippe’s herself. Now vacant the saddle was soaked with the woman’s sexual juices.
Mounted on the second was Althea, the chief doctor of the Amazons. The Svelte woman knelt on the saddle, it’s phallus vibrating and humming deep within her. Her mouth was covered by a flat gag holding some object, likely a penis, in her mouth to keep her silent. It was obviously very good at doing it’s job, as the woman perched on her knees, hands expertly bound behind her back A discipline collar around her neck coated in sweat.
Donna could see the look of concentration on her face, her long chestnut hair clinging to her damp skin around her neck and breasts as she concentrated on not climaxing for her captor. Donna had seen electricity in Washington DC with her sister, Dianna, and the incidious device was turn up all the way, vibrating deeply in the soft brown curls of Althea’s pubic fur as the helpless doctor’s fluids were being sprayed about her thighs.
Menalippe let out a strained groan, as the male behind her rode her like a prize mare, his length lodged deep within her sex, and he used her long blond tresses like a dog leash to pull her back onto his thrusts, arching her back.
Donna swore to herself these invaders would pay, opening the secret door behind the silken tapestry silently, she slipped in and with one punch, knocked the man flying into the wall where he crumpled and lay still, unconscious.
“Menalippe!” Donna whispered, grasping her chains and breaking them as if they were strings. “Menalippe… are you ok” she asked taking the exhausted priestess in her arms.
Groaning the sweaty priestess looked up “D… Donna? Oh Donna thank the gods… you HAVE to get to the Queen, and Dianna! They have them in the Queen’s chambers… heavily guarded…”
Donna nodded lifting her sister to her bed and began running her hands down the other woman’s body looking for injury. “Menalippe, Who is that man?”
Menalippe Groaned “DONNA!...n.…no...be careful! They...did something to our bodies…He...He said he was a General…Blankenship…whatever they did…made us sensitive…That’s what he was doing” she felt her head “it’s so hard to...to think...mind clouded with…thoughts of lust….if…we…we climax…we becomes slaves for life…Oh Donna, he had me on the ropes….another few thrusts….”
Donna looked over at Altha. The woman’s eyes were wild, yet intelligent, her brow creased with concentration “I have to turn that thing off...”
Menalippe reached out “N…no… no time, I will get to Althea, get to the main temple… Philippus is there, free her if you can, you will never get to the Queen’s chambers alone, there are too many of them. I am sure we can hold out a while longer, but if they break Hippolyta or Diana…we can’t let that happen..hurry.”
Donna Looked at the unconscious man while got some cool water for Menalippe “Are you sure you can free Altha?” Menalippe nodded “Go…I...I will try.”
Donna made her way silently into the empty hallway, the invaders had made major changes to the sacred temple to the goddess of love. Thick black insulated copper cables ran along the marble floors. When she reached the amphitheater, she stared in disbelief. Gone were the lavish couches and silk. Above the alter to Aphrodite was a computer screen that blinked with display read outs, behind the alter, some kind of computer, massive and imposing, but that was nothing compared to what was on the floor.
The lounges and silks had been perverted, converted into some kind of, individual prison. In the silence of the sanctuary that once resounded with gentle sounds of love making, it was now silent. At least the side rooms, where she and her sisters would go for privacy, remained empty but the main room, housed what looked like al her sisters.
After scouting to make sure there were no guards, no one present, Donna made her way down on the floor. It would be likely the queen was here somewhere. She walked to the center and discovered Philippus. The Nubian warrior, captain of the Queens guard lay reclined at a 45 degree angle from the floor on one of the converted lounges. The brutes had put her there on purpose with all the other prisons facing and surrounding her.
Typical males, everything was clear in order to view a woman’s gender. The Chocolate skinned Captain had been divested of all of her armor and was as naked as the say she was born. To hold her in place, thick clear silicone straps had been fitted to her ankles, knees and thighs as well as her writs, elbows and upper shoulders.
A similar band had been secured around her neck, just under her well formed breasts, and just over her hips all attached to the lounge’s frame. The copper cables ran to the devices that had been attached to the cushioned lounge.
They had arranged the hapless captain so that her legs were slightly spread, almost in what Diana would have called the ‘Super heroine stance” to give them access to her privates. Connected to those privates was what could only be described as a clear silicone “diaper” like harness. A soft silicone cup like device covered Philippus’ soft sex, which had been shorn smooth and a clear soft phallus spread those lips.
Donna hoped she could free Philippus, the phallus was held in place with a twist fitting. They had obviously kept the entire thing clear in order to gaze directly into her body if they desires.
Donna twisted the connection and slowly withdrew the long phallus from the Captain’s anatomy.
It took several seconds, and as the younger Wonder Girl slowly withdrew the device, she thought “By the gods Philippus, were they drilling for OIL in you, this thing had to have almost reached your overies!” noting a gentle his as she broke the suction seal.
Donna stood back and whispered softly to her sister “Oh Philippus” what have they done to you…” A perfect silver ring had been pierced thru her clitoris. Silently Donna hoped that Philippus had been unresponsive, as that was so sensitive.
The phallus she held in her hand, was quite soft and it flopped around pulsing trying to move and thrust in her hands. Donna caught the sexual scent of the beautiful Captain, but noticed the device was not only soft, almost jelly like, it was constantly exuding some slipper substance, in addition to Philippus’s own sexual juices.
Donna could see another phallus which violated the Captian’s anus, thrusting deeply, but laying restrained as she was, Donna could not remove that one, she had to allow it to remain in place as Philippus’ hips now gyrated slightly in time with the thrusting device.
“So that’s how they keep from rubbing you raw” she remarked to herself. She also noticed several probe like projections forming and unforming at the base of the phallus.
“I’m sorry Philippus, That one behind you will have to stay in place until last.”
She dropped the thick snake like device and noticed a towel had been left on the table beside the restraints and reached over to wipe Philippus’s sex and at least give her back THAT dignity.
Next she went to the colored woman’s ample breasts. Like the groin, they had fitted her with what looked to be a clear bra. The soft woman flesh ad been sucked to the walls of the soft silicone which exposed her more than if she had just been left naked. Two suction lines applied suction to the right and left breast alternately causing the warm soft chocolate breast to jostle alternately giving a humiliatingly comical look of a cow being milked, except Philippus gave no milk. Donna reached behind and had to peel the silicone away, allowing the captain’s worried breasts to finally rest. They were likewise coated in the slippery substance exuded by the silicone and glistened as her nipples stood erect and like her clit, had been pierced.
Dropping the check device on the floor. Donna concentrated next of the head piece. Philippus’s soft cornrows lay about her as Donna looked, the older woman’s eyes were wide open and some kind of laser or light was playing thru her pupils onto her retina. The powerful captain of the guard was helpless but to see what they wanted her to see. Some kind of hose had been connected to her nostrils, and a smaller version of the phallus, now at her feet, extended down her throat. On the screen beside Philippus’ head. Was a readout : Philippus, Captain of the Queen’s Royal Guard
Reprogramming Progress: 32%
Vital Signs: Stable
Donna could see on the larger screen over the altar, Philippus ‘s stats were displayed with all the other amazons. Below the read outs on the screen beside the Captain’s bed were four video displays. Donna read closer. The first showed a read out of Philippus’ Trachea, the next, her…her stomach with all the pink rugae? With some kind of whitish substance being pumped INTO the stomach.
The third; “By the gods you sick animals…” the third showed the phallus in her anus, scoping out her colon. Realization dawned on Donna “They are feeding you, BREATHING for you, and the suctions even withdraws WASTE… “Great Zeus they mean to keep us like this indefinitely! Athena help me Philippus, I don’t know how to get this out of you without ripping out your stomach and trachea, without suffocating you… I have to…”
The final display caught her eye as a red warning flashed “suction low” as it showed a view of her sandaled foot. She looked down. “the first Phallus. By Hera of course automatic monitoring.”
Donna heard voices, MALE voices “Hurry up, we can’t let these sows get free… we have to find the fault, computer says Subject 008.”
Donna drew the sword on her back and readied it “I swear by Artemis, Philippus, I am NOT leaving you here to these monsters!”
The first, and the last the first tech knew, was of being cleaved in two by an amazon sword. The second stared in horror only a moment, screaming” NO!” and trying to run. Only to see the tip of the sword protruding from his back directly thru his heart.
Donna turned as she heard the guards “I heard it…QUICK sound the Alarm!” With her Amazon speed, she saw the 2 inner guards, An older male had a mic in his hand which dropped to the floor along with his hand as the naked woman tried to body slam Donna.
The attempt was awkward and Donna easily side stepped the attach bringing the pommel of her sword down against the back of the young woman’s skull with everything she could put into it, feeling her crumple.
Bright red blood splattered the snow white marble, and briefly Donna though of her own desecration of spilling blood in anger in Aphrodite’s temple, but she could do penance later. Right now ousted the door the 2nd guard had a mic keyed “Base This is Ape control…GULLCK!”
His cry died in a gurgle of blood as the sword pierced his throat.
“Ape control…Base…Say again, your transmission was garbled. Ape control? Ape control are you guys joking around again?
The second woman was not as foolish as the first Grabbing a cast off shield she deflected Donna’s sword strike and was fast enough to Hit Wonder Girl with the shield boss.
Hardly phased Donna spun and swept the legs from under the other woman, who was just as strong as her, but before she could cleave the woman’s head from her body the other woman had rolled away. She was trained, but not as an amazon. Donna pushed her attack striking the shield again and again, as she drove the other woman on the defensive “How could you stand around NAKED like a demanded COW for these males” She practically yelled.”
The other woman was sweating, looking nervous and at all the bright red blood “Hey…it’s just my choice” she swallowed and cried out as the sword sliced into her thigh.
Donna swung the sword around for a killing thrust but was suddenly caught from behind, her arms pinned to her body by 2 slender incredibly powerful arms.
The first women, Donna had not considered the recuperative powers of her own kind. The other woman had been stunned not killed. Throwing her head back, she felt a satisfying crunch as the back of Donna’s head met the other woman’s nose, and she felt the arm released, but at that moment the edge of the first woman’s shield caught her in her stomach. Donna paused, a furious look on her face and kicked the second woman SQUARELY in the face sending her reeling. From outside, Donna could hear the sound of a claxon, some kind of alarm and the beginning of shouts.
Donna quickly dispatched the two naked women by decapitating them, and taking their bracelets of submission. “you won’t be using THESE any more, and if I find some free women, or free my sisters…”
She quickly ran back into the main computer. She had to disable it without turning off the life support. If she could stop the brain washing. Fortunately, they had been overconfident. The computer had self help files, and if it was one thing Donna enjoyed when Dianna had taken her into mans world, it was the computers.
There, the processor core, the life support was mechanical and automated, but the processor core. With an amazon cry she plunged the sword into the heart of the machine causing a small fire and electrical arcing.
“That was very un-wise of you” Donna heard a feline voice.
Turning she blinked at the yellow spotted furred red haired villainess “Cheetah… How did you get here, what did you do with Dianna?”
The feline smiled a predatory fang filled smile “I’d worry more about what I am going to do to YOU…Your sister is in her place, where YOU will soon be. You could make this easier on yourself by submitting now…just kneel and kiss my feet.” Donna reached to yank her sword free…but Cheetah leapt with the speed of her namesake landing with both clawed feet on the computer console looming over Donna.
Donna had fought Dianna’s nemesis once before, with a humiliating defeat. But she had been practicing as she grabbed the sof furred ankle and swung the feline woman over her head to slam her into the marble floor crushing the gravel with the force “I thought cats always landed on their FEET!”
Snarling in anger Cheetah’s tail flicked into the young girl’s face. Donna had not expected a flimsy soft TAIL and it allowed the clawed foot to kick next leaving deep red bleeding furrows in Donna’s unblemished cheek. “Oh you will get to KNOW my feet VERY well WENCH, when your SERVING at them with your Mother and sister!”
Donna did a back flip away to gain distance and met Cheetah’s leap head on...driving the Cheetah woman back and into the wall.
Cheetah, with the strength of a God now, felt the impact but was able to rake her claws along the girls bare shoulders, satisfied with the cry of pain.
As Donna circled for another attack, a movement caught her eye. For a moment she smiled “DANNA! Wait…” Gal Gadot, in Wonder Woman’s uniform landed a Flying kick on Donna’s chest. Knocking the girl thru a marble column. Behind her stood a dozen male guard armed with tasers, darts and gas canisters.
Covered in Dust. Wonder Girl watched the arriving reinforcements as Cheetah leapt behind her attempting to put Wonder Girl into a choke hold.
“I’m not STUPID Cheetah, that’s how you caught me last time!” Donna kicked her feet out...slipping under the hold and punched Cheetah directly between her legs.
Goddess or not, Cheetah howled in pain and outrage.
Donna kicked herself to her feet as several taser darts missed her. She glanced at poor Philippus “I’m sorry...I’ll be back for you” and using everything she had...launched herself upwards thru the dome of the temple.”
Gal crouched ready to follow as Cheetah recovered to her feet, when a male voice, Daniel, called out “NO….I’ve had enough casualties for tonight, and I can’t trust she doesn’t have traps set up…. Time is on our side and I want more of these Amazons tamed as watch dogs first. NO gambles…we’re close t winning this and I want her ALIVE for my son.” Cheetah looked angry a moment before relaxing her stance and smiling “in time:
Daniel walked over to the carcasses of his guard as General Blankenship appeared in a simple robe, a bruise over his eye and a large lump on his head.
Daniel looked at all the blood, kneeling by one of the bodies “Christ… look at this blood! Two more men and 2 of the women and she damaged the computer!”
The General looked around as the medics began removing the bodies “Jesus the computer!”
By the time Daniel and the General made it to the alter Brad was there. Two electrical technicians in insulated gear were withdrawing the sword from the damaged panel.
“How bad is it?” Daniel asked.
“Bad” Brad said “I program them, I can’t fix em. We couldn’t shut down the power, if we did the life support would go off and every one of these beauties would start to come around and be pissed. “
The General looked around “How long can this last?”
Brad nodded “that’s the good news, She damaged the processor, but life support is intact, we can keep them out as long as it needs to repair but the program itself is static.”
Daniel looked up “General what are you looking at? And how did you get here?”
General Blankenship was looking out among the captives “What was she doing here…what did she want? Wonder Girl surprised me, and knocked me out, when I came too that Priest bitch was trying to figure out how to get the Healer free. Fortunately I had the Taser in my uniform, after several thousand volts I sounded the alarm and made sure they were secure…” He move out into the chamber
Brad typed a few things into the console “The last reading was loss of suction on 008, that’s Philippus.” When they arrived they found the bare naked black woman still out cold, her soft brown lips had closed from the gape caused by her phallus, her firm pouting breasts exposed, her pelvic phallus laying om the floor at their feet pulsing. “The Captain of the Guard…” David shook his head “this could have been BAD. Brad, I want better security on that computer…General this is a critical area…This is your best security?”
“Call me Phillip, much as I like my rank” the commander picked up the clear bra and began refitting it to the Guard captain’s chest. The suction immediately began to suckle on and caress and stimulate the woman’s nipples as it clung to each mammary like an octopus.
“The security was Lax, I didn’t allow for the technicians and we have taken a lot of losses” he used his hands to mash the warm Silicon against the black woman’s chest “Like that do you? That’s just the beginning” he said picking up the pulsing phallus.
“Daniel frowned “For the love of god Phillip, we just had four killed, and our entire operation collapse…can’t you wait a few hours before you get your nut off?”
Brad frowned and mentioned “Shouldn’t you rinse that off? It’s been on the floor.”
The General grasped the pulsing device, looking to Daniel first “I went through World War II David, I have seen more death, went thru the atomic bomb…and sent more men to their death. I know they were ours but we can bring them back.”
He then looked at the wiggling serpent in his hand and reached over to rub it between the black woman’s neither lips… glancing to answer Brad’s question “No…why?” as he pressed the thick phallus up and into the guard captain causing her to stiffen and moan” Feel better wench?” he smiled as he twisted the lock and reconnected Philippus and watched her hips trying to thrust in sympathy to the phallus that once again invaded her womb.
The General whispered to the unconscious woman “get used to it” and then glanced at the other two. “
David cocks his head “You can BRING THEM BACK?”
The General retied his robe and nodded “It’s called the Doom Door…I will brief you in the morning…now if I may, this body is YOUNG again, I have seen to the security, and I don’t think we will have any more problems tonight. As you so correctly pointed out, we are getting short of troops…so I am going to return to my quarters and complete the training of two of our recruits.
Poor Menalippe, Trying to keep her emotions and lust in check, she had literally crawled to Althea. She had actually managed to turn off the Vibrator lodged deep within the healers body and was trying to fumble with her bindings when she heard the snap...felt the 2 barbed probes in the flesh of her back and contracted hard with spasms of electricity that would have killed a horse.
Her captor left the battery on…leaving her to flop like a fish while she heard him speak “Command post… Priority one we need the QRF at Ape control. He walked into her vision and turned Althea’s vibrator back on.
Far worse than having left it on was the relief of having it off…and the insidious device hummed back to live causing Althea’s eyes to bulge. She couldn’t make a sound as her back went ramrod straight and her pelvis ground against the Sybain.
Thanking Zeus, king of lightning, she felt the taser turned off. Numb, she felt herself listed easily by the strong young male. Limp as a fish she felt him lift her over her own Sybain saddle and kick her heels apart as he lowered her. The thick warm device reached her nether lips and his free hand slid down to part the soft labia folds as rubbed her back and forth until the thick device was lodged in her own sex.
Phillip flipped the switch and the Sybain roared to life making the woman Menalippe sit bolt upright, her open mouth provided him just the opportunity to stuff the penis gag into her mouth. Once buckled he secured her wrists and ankles. And squatted into his vision, grabbing another taser and pulling on his robe “Sorry for the interruption…I will be back in a few to finish you off.
Now Menalippe knelt beside her sister, the vibrating device sending showers of their moisture everywhere. Both Menalippe and Althea’s eyes watched the door… Watching, HOPING that Donna would come thru that door with Philippus and the Royal Guard.
Menalippe’s heart dropped when the man who had been riding her emerged thru the door and tossed his robe off. He had nearly had her just before Donna had interrupted them. How brought to arousal and denied at least 3 times, she knelt in the saddle...how could she stop him? She did not want to be his abject slave the rest of her life, but the lust burning in her…
He said nothing as he unbuckled her gag and then her limbs tossing the wet penis device beside the now silent Sybain. She felt him grasp her gently under her arm, and she felt her body respond. She stood and he lead her back between the two columns where he had been raping her freely.
For General Blankenship, this was better then he could ever imagined… The look of resignation, of defeat on her face as she knelt with a gentle shove on her beautiful shoulder. She passively allowed him to re chain her back in the doggy style position he preferred.
Menalippe glanced at the door. She might save the queen, but Donna, Dianna, the others would not come in time to save her. The door remained empty as she felt the man re lock her wrists…re bind her ankle. She knelt before him like an animal in heat, beside her own bed which he had claimed as his own and as he took his place behind her to pick up where he had left off.
It was a beautiful sight, he gathered her long blonde tresses once again in his hand as he looked at the soft thick lips of her pussy pressed between her bare thighs…her milk bags hanging beneath her. He moved closer and teased the head of his cock between her lips “no one is going to save you my little pet” he said sliding his length between those warm wet lips. “I told you I would be back to finish you off”
His cock lodged between her lips he pulled back on her hair…leaning into her and pulling her back as he slipped int her unprotected sex and tucked her smooth warm ass into the pit of his stomach.
Menalippe closed her eyes as she was mounted. She felt him thrust in completely, arrogantly, firmly. He leaned over her, and in her ear, she heard his soft warm voice shier to her “Slave…”
This is what he had wanted, at the single word…he felt her body tighten, grip snugly but firmly, softly around his cock…and just like that…he owned his first human being. Took all rights from her and made her his property….
“Yesssssss” He grinned in triumph…pulsing into the kneeling women flesh before him/ Holding her and enjoying her for himself. He watched the light of defiance go out of her eyes…watched as a new look, of devotion, took it’s place. Once he was spent…he held her there before him, and Glanced at Althea “give me a few to recharge…you’re next.