Tom and Austin spent the day exploring the island and at the beach. When not being… “used”? Austin’s mother, stood bare naked, respectful, compliant and appreciative; her eyes kept down to the ground as she waited on them.
They had left the horses with Austin’s mother and gone swimming, in the nude of course. At first Tom was self-conscious, his eyes glancing at the bare body of a woman he had known wince he was 5 years old. Much as he tried not to, Tom eventually got a look at his friend’s “equipment” and found it comparable to his own.
He found himself feeling a bit disgusted at seeing Austin’s sac with his cock flopped atop it. Why could he look at a naked woman all day long and feel aroused, but feel repulsed at the male anatomy? Why didn’t women feel repulsed? Did they feel repulsed at the sight of their own anatomy?
Warm salty water suddenly splashed his face.
“Hey!” Austin chuckled “Were here to have fun. Why so thoughtful?” Austin paused and stood up in the surf “you having second thoughts? Feeling guilty?”
Tom smiled and wiped the water from his face and eyes to smile sheepishly. The LAST thing he wanted was Austin finding out that he was thinking about Austin’s junk.
“Hey maybe YOU have been living with a mom who was a sex slave…give me a chance.”
They had continued swimming and diving. When they walked out, they had caught several Lobster and conch. “Thumper”, Austin’s mother, had already built a fire and laid out fine linen. Wordlessly, she put the catch on the fire to cook and toweled off the boys made herself available for sex and, when she was not tending the fish, massaged and oiled their bodies.
As they ate, neither Tom or Austin gave his mother anything that didn’t come from between their legs and, Tom noticed, he did not feel in the slightest way uncomfortable or self-conscious about that. For all that his father had raised him to be a kind, considerate polite gentleman, he sat there reclining on the blanket on the beach waiting for his lobster watching Austin’s MILF mother worship at her son’s feet.
After lunch, they went horseback riding. Athena, Wonder Woman’s horse, accepted him as a rider and they explored the Island. They rode. Tom quickly discovered, not a single female on the island wore so much as a thread of clothing. Amazons had their sacred bracelets of submission replaced with decorative iron bracelets, while the submissive women from his world wore the feminimium bracelets of the Amazons, giving them the Amazonian abilities.
All the women sported animal collars as well as nose, nipple and clit rings and nothing else.
At first, Tom and Austin’s heads were on swivels as they rode along commenting on what they saw. At first Tom found the women with shaved cunts the most attractive, because he could see EVERYTHING. It was naughty, like seeing a 4 year old naked only she was a fully grown woman.
As Tom and Austin saw more and more pussy, they had to comment on other aspects. For example, some were allowed to retain the thick patch of pubic fur. While Tom still thought the Brazilian look was his favorite, he began to appreciate the little intrigue at what the thick curls hid from him and allowed his mind to imagine. Some had nice tight “nether lips” while others sported more crude, obscene ‘meat curtains’ of the inner labia.
As the ride went on, he began to appreciate if the “carpet matched the drapes” and he slowly found his gaze working upwards.
Tom had always liked a nice “A” cup… anything more than a mouth full being a waste; but, as he now got to observe the woman’s breasts openly on their bodies, he liked how the heavier ones “pouted” and swayed. A whole new world of anatomy was opening to his young mind.
Some women had huge silver dollar sized dark chocolate areola’s that almost resembled cow utters; others were red/pink still others had no areolas at all…just pink or brown nipples.
Next came their ass’s…as the Amazon slave women worked, he was mesmerized by how each gluteus muscle clenched and unclenched…how their legs so smoothly joined their ass. Both boys now better understood the phrase “she has legs that go all the way up to her ass.
The cleft, the deep channel between those flanks, with no tail like an animal just bare skin leading to the small of their back, their sex nestled teasingly beneath, perfectly placed by nature for a male to enter from behind.
Riding on there were no complaints, no resistance, no challenge. Tom had always dreamed of owning a horse, of being able to ride when and WHERE he wanted. He now had 3 months to do just that.
Tom noted his interest in the women shifting. The color of their eyes, and hair, how they wore that hair. How they moved and looked at him to try and draw his attention, The size and shape of their bare feet and how they walked on the ground; but as they rode, slowly but irrevocably, the naked women began to fade from sight. This was becoming the new normal. There was nothing any more special about these women then of the horse he rode or a friendly dog he would pet. With one exception. When his young libido kicked in, when HE was ready, these women were completely available. No stress, no buying them dinner or even getting to KNOW them…no denied desire, no need to masturbate unless he wished it…they were HIS.
Donna Troy quietly walked around what was left of her homeland trying to contend with her emotions. The invaders had not been here even 24 hours and, except for her, the amazon nation lay shattered at the invader’s feet.
Physically it had been easy enough to slay one of the male guards. She had found him at one of the pools. Holding him under the water made the kill silent, though psychologically it disturbed her. It was her first kill, and even though this was war and he was a male, it made her feel filthy and unclean.
She then donned his uniform. Males were the only ones wearing clothing and as a military uniform and her stature, it was easy enough to pass as one of them.
She smiled remembering how Diana had shown her the world of men. Computers… Peter’s Evil Overlord list rule
#1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones. The uniforms with the hat allowed her to hide in the crowd so long as she did not make herself too obvious.
All around her, her familiar island was being transformed. The plains on which they had ridden their horses, was now being transformed into an airfield, docks were being built at the shore line of the lagoon and the blacksmith where her friend Io had forged elegant jewelry and devastating weapons of war, now forged equally effective iron bondage devices.
Around the new structures her sisters were forced to till the soil as yoked oxen, and tend the livestock, to increase the food for the island’s new inhabitance.
With her sisters enslaved and their powers yoked by the invaders, things were being built at super speed.
Donna had tried to free her sisters using the lariat of truth. She could not figure out way she could not restore them.
Donna had watched the men take her Aunt, Antiope, her mother’s twin, from the electronic machines within the Amazon Temple to Aphrodite. A green light had flashed by her head, and when they released her, she had tried to fight. Spitting and struggling like a wild cat.
Two of the invading women had restrained her and marched her to her own bed chamber where a large, muscular man let her wear herself out and had proceeded to take his time. Having his way with her in every way he could imagine. Acting out every fantasy, desire or whim until she was a sweaty destroyed mass of panting woman flesh in her bed.
With guards everywhere, Donna was unable to intervene. Only able to watch with a mixed sense of awe, disgust and frank admiration at the guy’s creativity and stamina.
It had taken time but when she saw her Aunt in the unwanted throws of pleasure, the change was dramatic.
The sweaty, defiled amazon clamed. He panted heavily, she smiled, and her face took on a serene angelic look. The smirking male released her from her bondage and reclined like a lord on the former courtesan’s bed and she immediately slipped from that bed with the lithe movements of a feline to prostrate herself before him.
The kisses she placed upon those feet were dismayingly sincere, passionate, and voluntary. He used a single toe to lift her chin, his look arrogant, and she knelt proudly before him, her bare chest out, her smooth ass resting on her heels. She spread her knees widely and placed her hands, palm up, on the tops of her knees and leaned forward, of her own accord, into his groin to suckle and lick their combined juices from the man’s cock. Like a nuzzling fawning kitten, she pressed forward, the flat of her tongue gently catching the soft scrotum, lifting the skin as she placed broad licks upon his sack and balls. The man just chuckled down at her, until she had cleaned her mess and his groin glistened with her saliva. When he was satisfied Antiope slithered, he way against his side, and kissed him gently, thanking him and snuggled against him with a contented sigh. Once he allowed had her to satisfy him again, he ordered her to bring him food, and Donna saw her chance. The fools relaxed their guard once the enslavement was complete, assured that the victim was finished for good.
Near the kitchen, she cast her lasso around Aunt Antiope, and reeled her in. The woman looked confused but did not, could not resist the power of the Lariat of Truth.
“Antiope, I command you to awaken and see the truth.” She said to her naked Aunt.
Antiope blinked, and her fingers went to her head “D…donna?”
Wondergirl’s heart skipped a beat with joy, maybe she could counter this, begin recruiting allies. “Antiope, I free you, join me and we will retake our home.”
What happened next turned Wondergirl’s hope into horror.
“Donna, I don’t want to join you…I want to go back to Gerald.”
Donna stammered “Antiope, you’re an Amazon, you are not a slave, how can you say that”? Angry. she clenched her fists “GERALD just raped you and made you suck his cock clean, and worship his feet!”
Antiope, shivered with pleasure at the memory. “I Don’t know why, Donna. I remember what you told me, about being a free Amazon warrior, but I don’t want that anymore. Donna I LIKE serving men, what I like or want, just doesn’t seem important.”
Frustrated Donna decide to try another angle. Knowledge is power. Still holding sway with the golden glowing lariat Donna looked at the bare naked aunt “Antiope, do you remember what happened when they put you in the machine?”
Antiope nodded “There were voices, in my head, telling me what I just told you, that my desires were unimportant, that I could use my body to bring pleasure and comfort to so many men, and how desirable and attractive men are. Not just men but ALL males. There were the lights flashing, and the sensations. Donna, it was like every pleasure center on my body were in overdrive and it lasted for DAYS, not just a momentary climax.”
“Donna, I don’t think I wanted to admit it to myself, but if man can bring that kind of, eternal bliss… Donna I want that, and if all it takes is to kneel at his feet, or let him proudly display me or suck his cock or have his children, then that is what I want. Donna PLEASE do not try and take this from me. I have fought long and hard, and now this is my reward.”
Much to Wondergirl’s horror, as her aunt spoke, she could tell Antiope was growing aroused, speaking of the deprivations and humiliations she would perform.
Aunt, how can you say…you LIKE…His feet were unwashed, filthy, he made you CLEAN his cock, his scrotum. You will perform for him in front of an audience. Hell the whole WORLD.”
Antiope, nearly climaxed as Donna spoke, her hand slipping down to begin openly masturbating in front of the teen. “Niece, you have me clear headed enough, to know what you say is true. My logical mind tells me I should be ashamed, humiliated…but you do not know what it is like. The scent of his feet was not repulsive, it was arousing. And the taste…I think they altered my something because it was not salty, or bitter. Donna the taste was wonderful. Sweet, pleasant, satisfying” her fingers continued to make small little circles over her clit ring as her juices flowed down her thighs while she relived the experience. “The machine DOES something, something WONDERFUL. Before, it took me being in a mood, and long moments of fore play to arouse me. Now, his every touch is immediate pleasure to my body.”
“Antiope! I command you to be FREE!” she said in frustration, loosing the full force of her will to empower the lariat, which glowed brightly.
Antiope’s only reaction was to close her eyes and continue to dance her fingers between her soft nether lips, male semen clinging to her fingers, bringing herself closer and closer to a climax “Donna, I AM free…except...I cannot climax without a male… Donna please let me go back to him!”
Donna closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek “If I let you go…tell me the truth, will you tell them you spoke with me?”
Antiope smiled, and moved forward. She slipped her arms around her Niece, and pressed her warm naked body against Donna’s uniform, her fingers lightly dragging against Donna Troy’s Leather clad breast. “If you let me go...it can be our little secret” she whispered, leaning in for a very un aunt like kiss.
Donna did not resist when her Aunt leaned in and placed the passionate kiss on her lips. No on the contrary, with all the fear, and stress...Donna Troy’s release was a sudden pang of desire, for her aunt and she returned the kiss. Their tongues intertwined, sliding against each other’s as Antiope deepened the embrace. Donna’s arms slipped around her, and began to bring her leather clad groin against her family member. It took little but Donna felt her climax from the act, her fluids flowing heavily into the leather gusset of her uniform. She did nt resist it and let t wash over her, accepting it and returning the favor as best she could to her Aunt. When Antiope broke the kiss, she looked deeply into her niece’s eyes “Feel better?” Donna, panting released her aunt and nodded “Damn I needed that, Thank You”
Reluctantly, Donna gave one more command, to make sure “You will not remember me, or what we spoke of…you will go on as you have.”
Antiope’s face went bank and when Donna untied her, she watched her aunt retreat back to the male who was taming her.
Feeling better, Donna could only be confused, the lariat was working, once encircled she could control her sisters, make them say or do what was needed which had been effective in misdirecting the search teams looking for her, but she could not force them to see the truth that they were free, and not human chattel. She could force them to say it, they knew their identity and who they were but the moment the lariat left them the reverted back to willing participants in their own slavery.
That was when Donna decided she would need to consult the oracle. Athena would know the answers. Donna had already figured out that the leader of this atrocity was a man named Daniel Boone. But how were these males succeeding.
Donna set off and reached the temple of the Oracle at midnight.
Donna entered, even here the depravation of man was everywhere. The arrogant men had one guard. She thanked Hera that had apparently not yet realized the power of this place and the Oracle. It was easy enough to cast her loop around him and order him to remain silent and unseeing.
Entering the inner sanctum, she encountered the Oracle herself. They had removed her sheer silk garments and restrained her to one of the devices. Wires ran to her temples, and she lay bare semi reclined, Evidence of her violation was everywhere, from the red marks on her pale white breasts next to her perfect pink nipples, to the dried leavings on her smooth bare sex. They had despoiled her, violated her.
With silence the infernal machine blinked slowly doing whatever to the priestess. Experience taught her that she could not reverse this, so she approached the altar.
Removing her shirt and hat, to reveal her wonder girl uniform, she lit the incents and knelt in prayer to her goddess.
Almost immediately, Athena appeared, garbed in her golden helmet, her sword at her side in white armor. A Spear in her right hand, a golden shield on her back.
“Donna Troy, I know why you have come, listen closely as I have not much time. Know that you are not only the last hope of the Amazons, but of the Gods of Olympus themselves. If you do not win through, then we shall join you in bondage and servitude without end.”
Donna’s blood ran cold. “Not even the Gods can help us?”
Athena placed her helm under her arm, releasing her long silken blond tresses “There are few who worship us. A god’s strength come from the prayers and worship of their followers. We all sleep now, on Olympus, waiting for when we may be needed by humans again. Only one of us, each decade, remains awake on guard to rouse us should any try and attack us in our sleep.”
Donna nodded, looking around, speaking quietly “Who stands guard now?”
Athena nodded “Aries.”
Donna winced “how could you let THAT God watch over you?”
Athens gripped her spear closer “Do not believe all the stories, Donna troy, The God of war was created because sometimes, as you are now finding out, war is necessary, he is the best among us to keep us safe for now. He is handsome and honorable, and I cannot believe he would want to leave us vulnerable. He is Military and the thought of failure repugnant to him, but we are all weakened, do not look to the Gods to give salvation, only you can do that.”
Donna nodded “What must I do goddess?”
Athena gazed down “Your mother and sister have been captured but have not yet turned. Free either one of them and together you can bring down the house of cards built by these men before they can fortify it into an impenetrable kingdom. Fail, and I will join you in the traces without end at the feet of men.”
Donna nodded and began to rise; she could not stay long “I understand Goddess”
“One more thing, Donna Troy” the goddess of wisdom spoke, looking now exhausted as one who needed rest and sleep “There is a New God in play, a powerful one, who’s followers are quickly growing in numbers. Beware, he or she is powerful, powerful enough to take on Father Zeus himself. Avoid that god at all costs. If you are bought to heel, as your sisters have been, then we will become what the men want of us.”
Donna Troy rose and redonned her disguise “No pressure” she said striding from the temple “Ok, Next thing, Mr. Boone and I need to have a talk.”
Victoria awoke early next to Tom. The warm ocean breeze made the sheer white silk curtains sway as the birds sang, the scent of the ocean and flowers and of the sex they had last night combining with the sound of the waves on the shore.
She lay spooning with him, his head resting gently on her soft breasts, her leg cocked over his thigh with her soft cooch pressed wetly against his thigh, one arm wrapped around his chest the other between his legs cupping his balls and his cock. She cupped his warn, soft phallus, gently caressing it and massing it as he slept, trying to tease another erection from him. Together with the warm afterglow of the really intense, and frequent sex with this young man, was what she assumed was her first morning sickness. She was now the mother of his child and even if she were not a completely willing participant. Still, this wasn’t all bad.
She had come to learn when he was about to wake when she felt his length begin to stiffen in her hand, morning wood. She moved gently to slip under the covers. With no one looking, she could smile, and look at the phallus, opening her mouth to begin. Despite her knowledge of Psychology, it still surprised her how quickly she had become used to the taste, the scent, the feel. Giving a blow job, deep throating and swallowing was no longer a horrible fate, it was actually rather pleasant. With his young libido he kept her busy and she had resigned herself that she would be bearing his child.
Victoria’s learning curve had been steep but simple, she thought as she felt him stir, felt his firm hands on the back of her head above the covers and felt him firmly push her head all the way into his crotch. She allowed it.
Lesson #1. It only took hours for her modesty to disappear. She was kept naked all the time, all women were naked all the time, everyone, and she meant EVERYone, had seen all of her charms and the embarrassment of being naked quickly faded as her subconscious accepted the new norm.
Lesson #2. If Tom became bored, he became creative in some very UNPLEASANT ways. Both she and her young master had mistakenly believed that if she was a “good girl” and “Did what she was told” that would make her a “good girl”
This was not wrong, but several encounters with her arms tied in revers prayer, Strappedo and up on her tip toes or even just tied spread eagled to the bed and left to be bored for hours at a time had left her stiff, bored, unfulfilled and despondent.
Hence, she had learned she had some measure of control over her young master if she initiated different sexual games, rather than wait for him to come up with ideas.
She had learned she could minimize the amount of straight sex that could get her pregnant if she redirected his lust without him realizing it. He had been very pleased she had taught herself to frequently worship his feet whenever he walked in. She found her hands caressing and massaging him in the most explicit of ways.
If she could bring him off with a hand job, all she had to do was clean up the mess, it wasn’t in her body. She frequently offered him her breasts to suckle on, and was why she now crouched under his covers her nose against his pubic bone, to take his virile morning wood in her mouth to his base and began enthusiastically suckling.
Lesson #3. She was still a teacher. She felt a bit of pride in this one. It had been at least a week now since Tom had made her his personal sex slave. At first, he was a typical male “two shake Jake”. Whenever he got aroused, or she aroused him, he would mount her, give a dozen, or so thrusts and dump his seed within her body.
He got all the pleasure, and she would, eventually, be left with the discomfort of incubating and rising their child.
She wanted to at least experience the pleasure of climaxes as well. She noticed, as Tom got used to having sex with women, because he didn’t limit himself just to her, another point she was thankful for, that if she “took the edge off” his lust. His love making began lasting longer.
By day three, he was actually frustrating her, climaxing in her just before her own passions could be realized. The bastard would reach his climax before she reached hers and that seemed to amuse him.
That was when she realized her very first point of control. Not only had she begun “priming” herself… masturbating herself and fantasizing, but with how she moved, how she seduced him…she could make him last longer and longer until they climaxed together.
As her Head bobbed up and down under the covers, and she heard him awaken, heard his moan of lust and felt his hands shove her head down into his crotch and held her there. The dick inher mouth twitched and began to pour fourth his seed and she swallowed, she knew when he mounted her next, he would last longer.
Without realizing it, she smiled thinking her next “lesson” for the young master would be teaching him to bring her to climax twice, before his first. She felt him shoot his morning load into her cheek like she was a chipmunk, holding it in her mouth until he says “Swallow”
In the darkness under the covers, she felt him stretch, releasing her head, his member softening in her mouth she pushed herself, felt hm stretch and like a pampered pig rolled over with a contented sign.
Victoria swallowed the salty creamy load in her mouth and turned her head, running the flat of her tongue over his soft scrotum. She continued until she heard the soft snoring again.
She licked her lips, wiped the dribble off her chin and slipped out from under the covers. The best thing about a blow job, is she didn’t have to clean up ‘her mess’ after words. When he fucked her, she had been given explicit orders to use her mouth to show her appreciation and lick his cock and balls clean.
Her feet hit the cool floor, the air against her bare body, she knew if she wanted a bath she would have to bathe, Tom had no problem letting her walk around without a stitch with his lust smeared all over her body.
By the time she got back, and had made breakfast for Tom, he was up and walking around examining a table full of bondage gear.
Victoria set the silver platter with his breakfast down, and knelt at his feet leaning against his calf, slipping one arm behind his leg so her soft breast rested against his shin before sliding down to begin kissing and nuzzling his instep.
Tom smiled down at her, enjoying the warm silken lips against his instep making\no move to stop her.
“Want some?”
It was a joke he had begun as she glanced up at his cock under his toga, which was visible from her point of view and blushed saying “No thank you, Master, I already had my breakfast. Happy Birthday. Today is your dad’s big birthday gift.”
Tom smeared some fresh honey on the warm flat bread and took a bite, shoving another generous portion of bread to her “Master,” he chuckled “Victoria I will NEVER get tired of hearing you call me that.”
He let her finish her treat and she felt him get up “Stand up and come over here.”
Victoria rose, and kept her eyes on his feet as she knew he smiled as the approached the bondage table. He was obviously feeling horny and intended to use her for his lust. She felt her own arousal begin to manifest in anticipation.
Tom smiled and turned her around, choosing a pair of black leather cuffs, he secured her hands behind her back.
“Master?” the older woman turned her head feeling her wrists bound snuggly “You don’t have to tie me up…I’ll do whatever you want. What are you going to do?”
Tom smiled selecting a penis gag with a large leather mouth pad at its base “Well…this is what I want. And I am going to do something to you that I have wanted to do since the first moment I met you, open up like a good girl.
The Gag was soft and shaped like a penis, but only went inside her mouth, she felt the lad buckle the device behind her head silencing her. Next, he retrieved a spreader bar and applies it to her ankles so that her legs were wide apart.
Tom then turned her around and carefully bent her over the table, his hand on her shoulder so she did not stumble or fall. This presented her ass at just the right level. He ran his hands over her smooth flanks, admiring his property, smiling as his thumbs slipped between the crevasse and he spread her cheeks.
Victoria was grateful for his support, her ankles spread outside her shoulders, she would have slammed into the hard table, but he lowered her gently until her breasts pressed against the cool white marble. She lay her cheek against the marble to await the young master’s pleasure. There was a certain...thrill…as she felt his hands caressing her flanks as if she were some prime brood mare. His hands were firm and confident now, not timid and exploring from a few days ago…he was now experienced with a woman’s body but her head came up sharply with a “MUMMPH?” when she felt his thumbs spread her ass cheeks….
Tom smiled looking at the tight pucker above her soft snatch. It was perfect, not a blemish or discoloration, just a tight opening as yet un-plundered. “My gods, Victoria, do you practice Anal bleaching?”
Victoria tried to crane her head to look over her shoulder, shaking her head no as she watched Tom spit and felt the warm saliva score a bulls eye right on her anus.
Not waiting for her, Tom paced the head of his stiff cock against her pucker and leaned over her thrusting.
Victoria’s back arched and her head came up sharply as she felt her anus stretched. She had figured it was a matter of time before the lad wanted to try her there, and she winced screwing her eyes close, her toes pointing and ankles fought the spreader bar as she felt him force the tight opening open.
For Tom, it was tight, almost painful as his erection met resistance, unlike the woman’s pussy. The opening was war, tight and made his erection flex a little unpleasantly but his head was forcing its way in. Forcing her anus open so his head sipped inside her colon was thrilling. Her anus was warmer, but he could only force the head in with the first thrust, not even enough to pull back so he lowered his knees and shove again, holding her hips to pull back as he thrust forward, managing to slide half his erection into her back door.
“Aghhhh “ he groaned with pleasure taking a fist full of his principle’s hair “Just relax Victoria…let t happen.” He pulled back on her hair.
For Victoria, the sensation was one of burning and her bowel being full as the male behind her, shoved himself in.
Tom Paused, he could feel her tense, and the peasant sensation of her body clenching and trying to expel him…the muscles rippled along his length. He leaned over to nuzzle between her shoulder backs, stroking her hair “Relax….stop fighting it” he says caressing her hair “that’s it…breath…just let it happen.
It took a moment, but he felt her muscles relax, he pulled back until just his head with lodged within her and lunged.
Victoria’s head came up again and her wrists struggled as the boy behind her hilted himself on the 3rd thrust. She had listened to him, and it had helped but it still burned, and now she had a log inside her. He paused again to allow her to get used to the sensation, and then she felt him begin to copulate her.
The feeling for Tom was incredible, different from the woman’s pussy, it was warmer, more friction, and the muscles stronger, and he pulled out watching her opening drag along the length of his cock, instead of a pale white it was not light pink, he thrust again, feeling her anus finally lubricating him. Each thrust brought a woosh of air from her and her head rising sharply, but he began to get a rhythm. This was divine, and this was all for him. She had brought him off this morning, so he had more staying power, and he used it.
Each thrust brought a muffled unuff unuff unuu as he pulled that smooth ass by her hips into his groin. Now that he was in…the principals exhausted battered muscles began to surrender…the thrusting, still tight got easier…and deeper.
Victoria’s eyes watered, as she was used…feeling him piston in and out of her backside, she was helpless to do a thing about it. Once she had gotten more used to it she put her head down, and felt him grab her by her bound wrists…and lift her arms, holding her in place.
Tom took his time… thrusting full length into her, he had not lied, since he saw her he wanted to ass fuck her. Her anus slowly went from light pink around his cock to angry red, to deep red….
Victoria thought he would never get to his climax but after what seemed along time she felt him press close to her and hold…He grunted and she felt a warm fluid released deeply into her backside, and then felt him relax laying atop her.
Her ass felt as if it were on fire… he did not pull out for several minutes, feeling the triumph of his conquest. It was with complete relief that she finally felt him withdraw…and untied her hands.
Her hands went to her gag, and she paused. Tom nodded and she withdrew it. “Why…why did you do that?”
Tom smiled “Because I could”
With a feeling of dread, and trepidation, she looked down at his groin, his length smeared with his seed and streaks of brown, she was about to burst into tears when the lad smiled “Oh relax, I am not THAT far gone. No ATM (ass to mouth) Go get a towel and clean me up.”
Tom smiled, as psychology worked both ways, the look of relief on her face was priceless, and he chuckled at her walking on her toes as she retrieved the towel ...and he sat drinking some tea as she attended him with a soft towel. He was sure she wouldn’t sit straight for a week.
Victoria waited patiently for her student to untie her, and when she did, she almost actually felt like walking on her tip toes. As she walked, she slid her hand over her back side. He had ridded her like a stallion bucks a mare…but like most things it was not as bad as she thought. Retrieving a basin and towels...she smiled… thinking of Cheetah.
Donna Troy walked around frustrated; it had been days since she had consulted the Oracle… The males were getting both more bold but also smarter. With her sisters strength, yoked like beasts of burden to the males, and working in shifts around the clock, the work on the airstrip and seaport was progressing at lightning speed.
There were no buildings, but airplanes had already been landing bringing in supplies and personnel to consolidate their hold on her island and her sisters.
Unfortunately, that meant that she could no longer walk around dressed as a man, so she was limited to darkness, shadows and the secret passages and camouflage she knew. She had gotten close to Daniel Boone twice, but he was always surrounded, and she had to get control of him before they could harm her sisters.
By listening she knew that her sister, Diana, was coming in today, and that her mother, the queen, was inside the chambers with their mind control machines. She had not been able to learn much about them, only that they damaged the subject’s brain permanently; they had somehow mapped and concentrated the infernal device on the woman’s free will, and refocus the pleasure centers, however for the final stage they need to make her climax to distract her…an intense spike of pleasure, distraction to allow them to overcome that free will before the brain could heal itself.
Donna had seen too many powerful men here, The Pope, something called a grand Mufti…
No, Donna would have to pick her time. She had learned about a young boy, Tom, who was to be presented with her mother and sister, as a birthday present. The thought was so…disgusting. She had also learned; she herself was on that same gift registry. The plan was to satisfy some kind of masculine vanity by ‘finishing off’ the amazon race once and for all… with her own climax, the one foretold her by the oracle.
Donna had seen the lad, Tom. He was handsome, intelligent… maybe if she could do this right, he might yet be saved… Donna would not mind going out with him…he was slightly younger than her, but with mutual respect…
She shivered, in any case, she did not have any desire to spend the rest of eternity with her mother and sister looking up at men from the level of a worm, lips pressed to the sole of the their feet.
She smiled, the birthday party, that would be her best chance to grab Daniel. The party would be their guard most down, they will be in the Palace, she would be able to grab the father and disappear before anyone could react, then there would be an exchange…Diana and the queen for him but not before Daniel Boone had gotten a taste of his own machine.
Tom stood in the Gym, where Hercules himself, the REAL Hercules had stood battling the queen of the amazons, defeating her, placing her in iron shackles for his pleasure.
Now Tom stood in his toga across from a very naked Trigonia. The amazon warrior who had trained his heroine, Wonder Woman, was now training him.
Frankly, the other woman was much too masculine and butch for him. Despite her firm but soft bare breasts, her arms and legs looked like they belonged on a male wrestler. Not muscle bound, but, not feminine.
The woman walked around nude, confident without a shred of modesty “Keep your guard up… you do not have the stamina you need, remember if you only use only one block then your enemy can draw you into over committing…then you use your second guard and leave yourself open.”
Tom Took up his stance as she threw strikes at him with a slowly increasing speed and changing the strike some to challenge his different guards
“Why are you helping us Trigonia?” his left hand countered a kick with a low block.
Trigonia smiled throwing a punch that connected with Tom’s jaw and sent him reeling “Remember, let your enemy see weakness where there is strength. As for your question, you must have guessed your birthday present by now.”
Tom picked himself off the floor, taking Trigonia’s proffered hand and rubbing the bruise on his jaw “Dad is going to give me Wonder Woman and Hippolyta to make my sex slaves.” He said with apprehension.
“You are right to sound apprehensive” she said advancing to kick the cub between his legs “Unlike YOUR society we PRACTISE sex”
Tom crossed his wrists in a double low block as the amazon warrior loosed a second savage kick at his nuts, and immediately opened distance.
That was a mistake as the Amazon teacher threw a flying kick catching Tom on his chest sending him to the floor again with the woman sitting atop his chest straddling him, her soft muff in front of his nose.
Trigona smirked down at the male, for a moment she considered washing his face with her pussy. It would be so easy.
“Don’t be predictable…you should have closed distance.” She said sitting onhis warm sweaty chest.
“As for why I am helping you, we all want what we CAN’T have. I have been having relations with other women for over 1000 years” She reached back, keeping the young cub pinned, and openly groped his warm soft sack
“I want to feel a MALE between my legs, one who is aggressive and won’t make me take charge all the time, MORE than one, who don’t care about treating me like a lady” she smiled using her tongue to wet her lips, she did enjoy the feel of the flesh in her hand engorging, firming as her let her fingers play along his growing erection. She knew he did not find her body as attractive but enjoyed knowing she could ‘milk him’ any time she wished.
Tom struggled under the naked muscle woman, blushing as she played with his cock with impunity, unable to do a thing to stop her.
Trigonia fixed on his eyes, he still had the look of prey as her fingers slipped over head of his cock. Uncircumcised, the foreskin there was as soft a woman’s labia, contrasting the slightly rougher glans her fingers caressed the pad of ger finger lightly drawing across the slit. She felt him stiffen, his toes point.
Tom groaned “You want me to take…OOPH!” he let out a grunt as the amazon woman suddenly stood
“NO!” her face was a mask of...disgust?
Tom stood and his blood ran cold as he heard a new voice… “you have much to learn CUB… if you are to survive.”
Though he had never heard it before, Tom new that voice…cold… predatory, passionate, feline… “Cheetah”
Turning, Tom beheld her, the feline woman reclined cat like laying on one of the massage tables on her left side rolled slightly forward, the tight, silken yellow, feline fur speckled with dark black rosettes; her white belly fur, bare breasts, and resting against the table.
The tip of a boa like tail behind her flicked lazily while her right leg was cocked. The foot? Paw? Flat against the table giving an unobstructed view of the soft lips between them. Proud and confident she pushed herself up and swung her legs to the ground.
With the fluid grace of a feline, she uncoiled and began to stalk toward him. Hips rolling, her feet placed in line one after another, yellow, predatory eyes holding him in her gaze until she stood before him looking down at him. The cub staring at her body with his mouth open.
Tom felt that fur on the palm of her hand, warmer than a human, like a cat…silken smooth it cupped his chin, the claws extending from her fingertips to lightly touch his cheeks.
Cheetah used the claw of her index finger to begin tracing lies along the smooth cheek as she slowly raised his head to meet her eyes.
A predatory smile that showed the long feline fangs in her mouth. She leaned down tilting her head to one side, keeping his eyes held in her predatory gaze as she leaned in pressing her thin lips to his full ones.
Her breath was hot in his mouth and on his face as her feline ears stood straight on her head.
She slowly extended her tongue into his mouth slowly.
Surprised, Tom tried to pull back but her hand shot to the back of his neck, the claws just piercing his skin in a warming as she deepened the kiss into a slow erotic lick inside his mouth, as if she were tasting his flesh while her arms slid down to enfolded him...drawing his body against the warm feline fur of her bosom.
He felt her hands roam bis back even as he returned the favor, running the palms of his hands along her furry shoulder blade down t her tail base.
She allowed it and they stood in the middle of the gym for a long moment, Trigonia smirking until the cheetah woman pulled away slowly, her hands returning to the young man’s mane of sandy blond hair to draw his cheek to her cleavage.
Tom leaned his ear into the soft chest fur, this was so nice, and relaxing that he was shocked when his toga fell away shredded by the feline woman’s claws.
Cheetah stepped back to scrutinize him slowly circling him, her finger and toe claws still unsheathed. Tom wasn’t sure if he should feel more like a proud lion, or a mouse. He felt her warm hand on his shoulder from behind, that needle sharp claw gently tracing over his shoulder and down his forearm.
“Tell me…cub. Now that you know what your…SPECIAL birthday present is.”
Tom turned his head to gaze into her eyes “Wonder woman? The only thing dad has not shown me on the amazon island?”
Cheetah looked down at the young man and gave her first real sign of amusement as her clawed fingers traced along his hip her hand moving to cup his scrotum.
She was amused by the look of fear as he realized such a DELICATE part of his anatomy was surrounded by 5 needle sharp claws that teased the sensitive flesh.
“You males, so transparent” she the top of her first knuckle gently up and down the underside of his erection “Unable to hide your…interest? But I suppose you server your purpose.” The inexperienced boy would have climaxed right there had not the seductress sensed it and distracted him.
Snarling and barring her fangs she froze him in place as she circled behind him again and pressed her chest to his back. “Our…our purpose?” Tom felt her bare nipples, and soft furred breasts against his back her arm sliding around him and her claw drawing lazy designed on his bare chest.
She whispered into his ear “ Yes, yourrrrr Purrrrpose. To Stand around, look good, fight for our amusement and, to PLEASURE us. Tell me, man cub,” she licked his ear taking it between her fangs in a brief…love bite. “How are you at performing…under pressure?” her voice changing into a feline hiss.
With the implied threat Tom felt his erection begin to deflate “I…I…I can…do..”
Cheetah suddenly swung around in front of him kneeling down before him so she could look up, into his eyes. She flicked his half erect cock with her finger “You will have to do better than THAT. Yes, MUCH better. I have fought Diana…she will NOT go down easy...” Top saw her eyes soften, she again moved behind him, her body pressed to him as her soft furred breasts slide against his flak, his side and around behind him, her hands roaming his body, exploring him with a soft kneeding motion. A soft gentle purring vibrating and rumbling from her chest.
“I have spent years setting this up, all the pieces in place, including you” she playfully nipped his ear “If you do, PERFORM better, I promise you pleasures and rewards beyond anything you have yet conceived.”
She draped arms over his shoulders down and across his chest as she rubbed her cheek against his, feline style
“And trust me, if you do NOT do better than that” she leaned in and whispered into his ear softly “I will quite literally eat….you….alive” delivering another soft feline ‘love bite’ to the nape of his neck. And just that fast she vanished leaving him alone in the gym. Shaken Tom looked around. Trigonia, smiling smugly held a new tunic out to him. “I will do everything I can to help you Tom…just listen to me. Trust me she is an ally.” Tom, again shaken took his tunic ”Y..yea, no pressure.” and walked out. What had he gotten into?
The evening came and the Birthday Gala was in full swing. Going through the plundered Amazon treasures, the “Birthday boy” led his school principle into the Amazon place in the temple of Aphrodite herself.
Victoria walked just slightly ahead and to the left of her pupil; arms box tied behind her back…at the position of “heel”
Tom walked her into the crowded hall admiring her bare ass as she walked in her own birthday suit.
He had selected a rose gold animal collar in a herringbone pattern which made it fit her neck snugly but flexibly and comfortably, the rose contrasting her read hair against her white skin.
An emerald was fixed to the front of the collar to match her eye color, a sliver of red ruby running thru the emerald gave it the appearance of a snake’s eye, and a woven silver “Byzantine” styled chain attached her collar to her master’s hand.
Her hair was done up in a ponytail held in place by a emerald circlet. 4 small fire opals hung from her nose, nipple and clit rings, and a gold snake with emerald eyes circled her right forearm and left ankle.
Tom himself had applied the final touches. A thin gold chain hung from her shapely hips. When slung together between her thighs, the metallic serpentine rope formed a triangle framing her bald pussy. Tom had not allowed her to clean up after their last romp leaving a thick creamy white mess all over the thick labia lips.
When Tom entered, a cheer went up in the crowd. Dominating the area was a giant nude white marble statue of the Goddess Aphrodite, her arms raised, her head was back and hair cascading down. The state seemed to be taking a step and was bare. Unlike the sterilized statues he had seen, no details were left out. In typical goddess fassion her “altar” was at her feet and made up the entire stage.
The Alter was white marble, with rainbows of Gold, silver, platinum veins running through the solid marble and every variety of precious and semi-precious stone nestled deep within the living rock.
Tom was very much overwhelmed. On the Alter/ stage, 2 large “presents” were draped in colorful cloth printed with birthday cakes and banners saying “Happy Birthday”
His father stood, dressed as a Greek scholar awaited him between the 2 presents, behind his father, The Pope, the Grand Mufti, Dr. Mengele, Brad (bedecked in his tees shirt with the tuxedo print) and many state officials. To the right. President Perino stood looking blank, stark naked, painted like a jersey cow chewing her cud.
In the audience, all around, what was left of the amazon nation knelt on the floor beside their masters, similarly bedecked as Victoria.
Tom mounted the steps to the altar and spied his beaming father. All eyes on the platform as he embraced his son with tears in his eyes and escorted him to a microphone.
Everyone was much to busy to notice the one clad girl hiding near the heel of the giant statue in the shadows, a gold coil on her hip.
“Don’t worry Mother, Sister, Tonight I will begin our liberation, just as you did with Heracles.
Daniel Boon, Director of the Defense Intelligence Agency, smiled and approached the mic., Tom under his arm.
“Gentlemen” he said with a smile “How refreshing is that?” deliberately leaving ff the traditional “Ladies” in his address.
There was a general laugh as many female eyes remained on the floor uncomplaining.
“First off I want to thank all of you for your help in this operation. You risked a lot and it is not over, however I assure you I did not take over this Island JUST to give it to my son as a birthday present.”
He smiled at his young son. “Some of you joined because you are tired of being exploited by women. “He gazed at many of the ex-military, and congress men, “Some of you just see this as a woman’s natural and rightful place in life” He gazed at Pope innocent, and General Bankenship. “Some of you just felt these women should share the gift of their amazing waters. But the simple fact is…we are winning, but it is not over yet.”
Daniel paused to look at his son “Son, I have been grooming you to take my place. These men followed me to become part owners in this Island with all its perks”
He paused to activate a holovid that showed the new Shipping port in the harbor. A long line of naked amazon women, completely naked, in a coffle were passively being loaded onto a ship like so many dumb cows.
Daniel smiled back at the 2 decorative wrapped ‘packages’ and looked at Tom “I THNK you have guessed what your present is…haven’t you?”
Tom blushed, his heart racing as his raging erection strained beneath his toga…was his dad really giving him his favorite heroine, an actual living breathing human BEING…as a BIRTHDAY present?
“Well” he smiled sheepishly “Yea…”
Daniel ruffled his hair “Then before you…unwrap your presents…You need to understand the rules…which I will repeat here now, not just for you but so all of us understand.
We do not hurt, assail, or assault children. All children with either be raised by the man who fathered them or will be sold or otherwise given to a family, and the proceeds from this resort, used to track and ensure the child has a quality
upbringing until the age of adulthood. Any man violating this will forfeit his life.
Murderers are not welcome, all other criminals may stay here, and pay rent until the statute of limitations runs out, provided of course the perpetrator can MAKE it her.
Unless prior coordination has been made, torture will only be tolerated as a means to train the woman. We do not turn our toys into bloody messes.
“So, Tom, do you understand these guidelines?” Daniel’s basso voice reverberating across the amphitheater filled with naked amazons on pet leashes kneeling at the feet of their male masters.
“I Do.” The tenor voice of the younger Boone intoned as if entering into a solemn marriage vow.
From her hiding place Donna Troy felt nauseous. Seeing her sisters all hugging the legs of these lecherous males was sick enough, but she too had guessed the contents of the packages. Her mother and sister were in there, waiting for their final humiliation, when their physical pleasure would permanently turn them into abject slaves at the feet of their masters.
She heard the entire crowd singing “Happy Birthday to you…” as the lad approached the first gilded “present” festooned with happy gold and silver birthday cakes, and birthday greeting.
She watched him tug on the golden ribbon and the wrapping feel away to reveal a plain wooden crate painted white and labeled “U.S. Postal Service. CAUTION live lab animals”. The crates had rows of air holes. The men’s depravations never ended; they had been crated up like simple lab animals.
She watched the boy named “Tom”, press a release and the wooden sides fell away.
What Tommy beheld took his breath away. Donna’s mother, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons lay strapped to a purple velvet table. The Queen of the amazon’s was stark naked Her face was obscured by a black rubber “tarantula” like mask, with 2 large hoses controlling the gas she breathed. One hose labeled O2, and the other labeled “Psychotropic Aphrodisiac”.
You had to be close, but Tom could make out slight bulges in the queens throat, inside the eye pieces of the mask, he could see her mouth open, and 2 tubes extended down her throat. One was intubation, to her lungs, and the other into the stomach, presumably to feed and hydrate. Beside her head blinked a single control screen. The read out showed:
SUBJECT: Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons
PHASE ONE: Complete
Programming: Complete submissive, free will 0%
Duration: Life
The table was slightly elevated, on castors and reclined at about a 30 degree angle, so the audience could get an unobstructed view of the ALL of the queen’s charms. Some kind of metal shackles had been used to display their prize. The bare feet were secured slightly more than shoulder with apart, with a chrome shackle just above each shapely angle, the audience, below stage / altar level, were treated to a view of the bare sole of her feet. Donna had not considered how degrading that could be, an area of the body often overlooked.
Another restraint was placed just below and above the knee. Higher up, a restraint held the wrist about 6 inches from the shapely thigh. Like the leg, additional chrome bands were placed below and above the elbows, but these actually held the arms away from the body, so a male could run his hand from the bound woman’s foot to her armpit without interference. It also left the woman particularly vulnerable and exposed, with nothing hidden.
“By the Gods” Donna thought to herself “They have her trussed like a Christmas goose.
Tom was as nervous as a new colt as he looked down on the defunct Queen’s body.
Tom now understood why his father had given him a week with Victoria and the others. If this had been first day, he likely would have run out screaming and crying. Even now, his heart was in his throat trying to perform like a prize fighting cock on a stage full of naked women.
Donna watched from her concealment seething with anger and frustration.
Hippolyta’s was a delightful combination of contrast. Tom began running his finger from the bare sole of her foot up her inner thigh.
They had oiled her body, so she glistened in the lights like a fresh caught fish. Within her mask she stared blissfully into the images reflected in the face hugger like mask, her face clearly visible. Her skin was an even whiter pale alabaster then he remembered on Wonder Woman, completely unblemished. The skin was as soft as the velvet she lay on. Smooth, warm.
He approached her groin, the pale white skin was broken by a midnight black triangle of pubic fur, soft as rabbit fur, and the thick puffy most lips between those thighs were partially obscured of what looked like a clear plastic male athletic supporter cup. It had a soft black rubber ring around the clear center that made a seal against the woman’s skin and, looking within, Tom could see a clear silicone dildoe spreading the queen’s nether lips which was, slowly, rhythmically fucking her, a gentle suction held the device in place and removed waste and the copious amounts of female sexual juices the queen’s body was shamelessly producing.
Beneath Hippolyta, unseen by the audience, a similar device was pressing deep into her bowel, likely removing waste while getting her anal sphincter ready for the cock she was going to receive back there.
Tom allowed his hand to slide up smoothly and his fingers slipped around the pelvic device.
His arousal grew, if that was possible, as the woman lay there smiling dreamily, uncomplaining as he explored her body.
Next, he withdrew his hand from her groin to caress her smooth taught abdomen, the flat of his palm sliding his hand along the warm skin hand up to cup her warm soft breasts, the golden nipple rings flipping as he fingered those nipples.
Hippolyta’s tits were larger than her daughter’s, Wonder Woman, likely from pregnancy, but they were firm, even at this size, they did not sag at all but stood pert and turgid from the action in her nethers.
Again, the contrast that would make this woman a lovely trophy, the soft white skin was offset by two dark, almost black areola, each small about the size of a quarter. Tom was tempted to lean in and seal his mouth over it and suckle, maybe it would have been a hit, but he was not ready to get openly sexual on stage yet.
From behind, Pope Innocent, the Grand Mufti, and the others smiled, watching the young boy continue to admire his present. Tom had indeed lost track of the time, even the place as his hands continued upwards past the soft red lips to the long flaxen blond hair. Tom had no idea if this was just a very pleasant genetic anomaly, as he took the silken tresses and used it to dry his hands, but she was a natural blond, however the drapes did not match the carpet, giving another delightful anomaly to set her apart from the average women.
Turning from the Queen, the sunlight playing off her well-oiled body, Tom turned to regard the remaining “present”.
Now his heart was really pounding. Much to his surprise, the attention was not KILLING his hardon, rather it was driving him crazy. If he was absolutely true to himself, despite his hero-worship of her as a heroine, he had undressed Wonder Woman many times in his fantasies and in the dark of the night as puberty had hit him.
He remembered her from his last Birthday party. Her and Hawkwoman, but it was Wonder Woman that held his mind, her firm muscles, her soft lips, he resplendent uniform.
Pulling on the silver ribbon, he was greeted with 2 postal shipping cates. The
longer one, elevated and reclining, he tripped the release and there, just like
her mother. lay Princess Diana, only this time resplendent in all her naked
glory.
As Tom remembered, her breasts were smaller, but not much, and like her mother,
she sported 2 golden nipple rings, however, unlike her mother, she was perfectly
bald between her legs showing the silicone dildoe spreading the chubby fat lips
between her spread thighs.
Princess Diana lay with the mask on her face, breathing rhythmically, the display screen read the same as her mother’s
His head spinning and curious, his attention was drawn to the taller box, it had no air holes. He activated the Release, and another cheer went up as the box sides feel away to reveal Wonder Woman’s Uniform, all neatly laid out. It looked deflated, laying their flat, without her body to fill it out. He ran his hand appreciatively over the gilded golden eagle on the front, the warm feel of silk and metallic thread under his palm.
The Calf high red boots with a white ring around the top and down the front the toe was standing beneath the display. The golden Tiera was at the top of the unform, where the head would be The 2 arm braces where her wrist would approximately be and, on a hook beside the display, her golden lariat hung coiled.
Daniel stepped up to his son “go ahead, pick it up, it’s yours now, if you want it.”
Tom walked over and picked up the garment, it was unzipped at the back, and looking down the inside the garment, Tom could see the moisture stain on the gusset, the crotch.
That is when reality really hit him. He had never considered that in a uniform, but…this really WAS Wonder Woman’s uniform…right down to the common stains every person would have.
Daniel smiled again as a hush fell on the crown “Later, if you want, we can get a wire form and I’d like this to be the first trophy for your new trophy room.”
“Dad, I...I don’t know what to say.”
Daniel smiled and took the microphone “Gentlemen…I think My son wants to take his Birthday presents and have some… ALONE time”
There was a chuckle that ripples around the amphitheater and then Daniel held up his hand for silence.
Speaking into the mic. Daniel leaned over to his beloved son “As to what to say, perhaps this will help. I am telling this to you in front of everyone. So, you will know what I am about to say is supported by everyone.”
Donna, had been leaning in her hiding place waiting for her opportunity, leaned up with interests. “What are you UP to, Daniel?” she thought to herself.
“Son” Daniel continued, the mic near his mouth “I know that your whole life, Wonder Woman has been a hero figure for you.”
Tom looked curiously up at his father.
“I believe even the Amazon’s have a coming of age ceremony, and along with your birthday, this one is yours. I have shown you ONE life, MY life, but that does not mean it has to be YOUR life. This is your decision to make. There is a prophesy...”
Donna was staring now from the shadows concealed in the wall behind the giant heel of Aphrodite’s statue. WHAT prophesy? He couldn’t possibly know what the oracle had told her.
“You know what must happen if you wish to keep these women as your thralls… The program is not complete and irreversible until they climax once, of their own volition. No tricks, no hypnosis or drugs, YOU have to bring them to climax…if you can’t, or won’t, then They can and in fact WILL break free… and free all these women; and all of us will either be killed or imprisoned for life.”
The enormity of what his father was saying, the awesome responsibility, instantly again, killed Tom’s arousal.
Donna could not help but stare in disbelief He knew, Daniel Boone knew what was at stake….
Daniel went on, placing his hand on his son’s shoulder and facing the crowd “We all agreed on this Son, if you cannot make them climax while they are aware, or if you choose to free them. You will likely be a hero to them, and we will be punished for our crimes. You may also notice; we are missing a present.
Tom, on stage, and Donna in her hiding place both came to the answer together “Wonder girl!”
Daniel nodded “She has not been captured yet, if any one of these three escape the fate we have planned, we will fail, and they will win their freedom.”
Donna leaned back. How…HOW could they have known? Did they have a secret taping device when she consulted the oracle? Why would the Oracle not have told her?
Donna looked back out, the lad on stage looked equally stunned. So, was Tommy innocent? No not innocent, she saw how he used his principle and even her sisters, but maybe a victim? Maybe a reluctant participant and maybe an ally?”
On stage Tom felt like he had a ton of brick dropped on him “Dad…I’m not...”
Daniel smiled “Tom, this is YOUR choice No one is going to fault you. I have lived a good life, and we all, have had a fantasy realized, but we came here to usher in a new member to the Illuminati. I am chair at the high table…and this has been our tradition since the time of Noah’s Arc.”
Tom looked at the 2 beautiful women, helpless and vulnerable “And…what about Wondergirl?”
Daniel smiled grimly “Wondergirl is your problem Tom.”
Almost comically Donna and Tom did a doble take “Wait...what?”
Daniel smiled “This isn’t just being given to you Tom…This is going to come down to how YOU handle Wonder girl. We have set you up…so now, the decision is yours Tom.”
Daniel looked at the audience “Gentlemen, though it may take weeks, the outcome of this contest will eventually be announced from the Queen’s Balcony…you may await the announcement.
As the men began to file out of the amphitheater, Tom stood, the bomb shell dropped on him.
Daniel smiled at his son “Tom it’s not really that bad” He tousled his hair “First make the decision with your HEART” he smiles “then with your head… Just remember whatever you decide, I still love you. This is the first day of the rest of YOUR life.”
The presents and trophy were wheels out to Tom’s Room, and father, and Son proceeded. Tom would spend the first night with the two.
As they walked down the hallways, behind the giant state of Aphrodite Daniel smiled “Go ahead Tom...I will catch up later.
Tom smiled, and when he turned a corner, a glowing golden loop fell over Daniel’s shoulders.
Tom felt the control, and saw Wondergirl reeling him quickly into the shadows, her leather uniform black with the golden stars across her chest and streaming down her right side.
“I have been expecting you” he said grimly
“Shut up pig” she replied with all the venom she could muster, feeling intense satisfaction as he was forced to obey her lasso and led him into the hidden passage.
(Author’s note: Some of you have reached out (THANK YOU!) and mentioned your interest, and focus was on Wonder Woman, NOT on Tom’s principal or others.
I have had to include that in order to extend the plot and I hope many of you have at least enjoyed if not were outright aroused.
However, I am pleased to announce, from this point forward, until the end (we are about 2/3 for THIS book) The focus will be almost exclusively Wonder Woman and the Heroines.
As Always, I hope you enjoy, I write this for YOU for free...and no small amount of my personal enjoyment. If you have discussions, Ideas, comments, (Not that I object but more then just Hey good job) please consider commenting or e-mailing me, lordgriff0n55@outlook.com) or JOIN ME N MY NEW DISCORD SERVER! BAD ENDINGS! Thank you for reading, more to cum!)