Victoria Mcleod, Principal of the most prestigious school in Washington D C, knelt before her young student and master, on her knees, head bowed looking at his bare feet. She could feel the smooth stone beneath her knees, the air against her exposed body even the feel of gravity on her sensitive bare breasts and she was keenly aware of the young man’s well-endowed cock that hung limp and wet just inches from her face.
Victoria now had no choice but freely admitted he truly WAS her master in every sense of the word. He had kidnapped her, had his way with her in every way imaginable, had had trained her to perform for him, had impregnated her with his child and had managed to force her into the most intense mind blowing pleasant orgasm after orgasm again and again, weather by skill, mastery or magic, like no other male had ever done. There was no way she would or could refuse him any request. She felt his warm hand, unbidden on the back of her head and heard a single word. “Suck”
Hands behind her back, mouth open like a fish going after a worm guided by the young man’s hand, Victoria leaned forward, using her tongue to lift his went length and her kips to suck the shft into her mouth, the salty sweet tang of the fluids mixing with the pungent scent she had become used to and the warm flesh, the soft scrotum under her chin, as she let him pushes her nose into his thick pubic bush and she began to quietly nurse from her master.
She slipper her warm lips to the base of his cock which hung on her nose as she ran her tongue along the salty sweet skin before slipping her mouth from his length and lowering down to the soft sweaty scrotum, nestling his testicles, one in each cheek, to make her look like a chipmunk while her young master absently poured himself a drink, completely ignoring the well tamed principle.
This was something she was now very very used to. His soft skin was clean now, not that she minded the taste anymore. Left her own thoughts, as she now spoke only when spoken too she mused at first she had been repulsed by the idea, but as Tom and the dozens of other men she had serviced since his impregnation of her had required this simple act of fealty, she had come to realize it was like learning to drink beer or coffee, it was an acquired taste and especially to the rewards it offered, she now found the scent rather...arousing and the taste rather savory as she slipped one hand down between her own legs to begin pleasuring herself. It was actually very easy, she didn’t have to worry about being creative, or attractive, or if she was desirable enough, she only had to obey and no judgment. No one thought her promiscusous as she was a slave, and yet she could indulge in the carnal pleasures freely and without guilt..
Now she knelt, naked as the day she was born looking up past her former student’s cock said student's balls in her cheeks, up into his face. She kept her other hand behind her back and pushed her face firmly between his young sweaty thighs. She had odd thoughts while doing what had become a mindless task, like the way the soft skin of a man’s scrotum felt as her lips seal around its base and her tongue gently washed the salt and sweet to the back of her throat.
As she swallowed, she felt how her lips gently squeezed around the base of his scrotum…she gently turned her head so her nose could play gently with his flaccid cock flopped against her nose.
When he was ready, she felt the young lad’s firm hands on her cheeks she knelt back on her heels, letting her lips slide over the soft skin and giving a soft kiss as the wet organ slipped from her mouth and, panting lightly, looking up at where he sat on the bed, knees spread and his cock still completely limp.
So many of Victoria’s views had changed, or had been changed for her. She was not sure if this was some form of Stockholm syndrome, but she now felt completely natural being naked 24 / 7 with no modesty whatsoever.
Since Tom had impregnated her, Victoria’s sex life and libido had gone thru the roof. Victoria had always wanted children, a large family and she had come to accept that she wanted Tom’s child. Without the worry of either sexually transmitted diseases or pregnancy, Victoria felt free to just explore her sexuality.
This is what caused her confusion. By every measure she had been raised with, she had been raped repeatedly, but by every feeling of her body, this was physically pleasant, did this made her a slut? A nymphomaniac? She wouldn’t call herself a whore, as whores spread their legs for money, and could she call herself a slave if she found herself actively responding to her rapists?
When she was allowed to walk around now, her eyes naturally went right to a man’s cock, ANY man’s cock. Some were long and thick, others long and slim, some had thick pubic bushes, others shaved themselves, some tasted saltier than others.
Those that knew her would often play a game with her. They would tie her hands behind her back, blind fold or hood her, and have her move down a line of men, kneeling and giving them blow jobs or kissing their feet making her guess who was who by taste and scent alone, and she had gotten uncanny with guessing which man was which.
Many males thought cock size thrilled a woman, they did not get that it was ‘the motion of the ocean’ not the size of the ship and with the males not required to even CARE about her physical pleasure, she had learned to arouse herself. She now often climaxed before her partner and if they were particularly skilled, Like Master Tom, she could have multiple climaxes. Something she had considered a myth just a few weeks ago.
Thinking of this, her own sex was now sopping wet as she continued to play with herself right in the middle of the room, unbidden, kneeling at Tom’s feet. Tom absently joined in without asking, his foot, his big toe slipping between her most lips to assist her masturbation as her own fingers played with her clit. She knew they liked to watch her masturbate and this too had become casual, automatic and very very pleasurable.
It was not all roses. When Tom or one of the other men got bored, they would get selfish. Having your wrists tied behind your back, or being frog tied for hours on end, was no fun, especially when the guy used you like a toy and left you struggling in your bondage, in a cage or on the floor bored for three quarters of the day.
On the other hand, the males, free to do whatever they wanted, as MUCH as they wanted, seemed to be getting more and more bored with that. Especially if their women, served them domestically. Doing their laundry, cooking their meals, washing their dishes and generally just being OBEDIENT.
While demeaning, this was not so bad considering she had a rich diet of fruits and breads prepared in the amazon kitchens, the best meats, even if she did eat from the hands of the men, and, weather due to the island’s “magic” or the waters, she found her body younger, the arthritis that had started in her spine was gone, her libido was now on over drive and she was allowed to enjoy all the delights of the island, subject to a man’s desires. Between them controlling her diet, and the physical activities she was EASILY in the BEST shape of her life.
She had even been allowed to video chat with Fred, her Fiancé. They did not even monitor her, they didn’t need to, no one would know where to find her or would believe her story…but Fred had commented on how much of a glow she had how beautiful she was and how he was looking forward to her return and their wedding.
And that brought us to the present. Since Tom had found Wonder Woman almost two weeks ago, he had lost almost all interest in Victoria, except to have her on clean up detail after his frequent romps with his heroine toy. He had released the heroine from the contraption, which stood ominously empty in the room, Tying her spread eagled to her mother’s own bed and bedding her several times a day attempting to get her to climax and seal the heroine’s fate.
Despite the ‘fringe benefits’ Victoria was no longer a free woman, she missed Fred, and she was actually very jealous of Wonder Woman. Victoria’s body was every bit as attractive as that amazon hussy, and why should the amazon get all the attention, getting to bed with Tom, while she was relegated to the lion skin rug on the floor at the foot of the bed as she listened to Tom Cuckold her.
Victoria wanted to go home. She could not ASK for that, but what did he need HER for if he had Wonder Woman? That is when the plan hit her. Tom and “Princess Diana” had been locked in a contest of wills ever since Tom had revived her. Brad and Dr. Mengele had showed up on day 2 and told Tom his father was missing, and likely captured by the one remaining free Amazon, Wonder Girl. No one thought she would Kill or mutilate his father, but a search, even with the fully willing amazons, had turned up nothing. Surprisingly, no ransom demand had surfaced, Tom’s only hope of recovering his father was to enslave the princess…and find out where any secret royal chambers were.
Meanwhile the amazon was putting up a titanic struggle, despite her heightened sense of arousal, the sensitivity to touch that the machine had given her, and the experience that Tom had gained from Victoria herself, Diana had managed to stave off her final orgasm. Each day the Heroin’s mind seemed to be healing from whatever those, nanites, had done to her neural pathways. Tom had given it his all, but as a woman, Victoria saw the flaw in Tom’s plan on the first day. If Victoria was to have any measure of freedom, Wonder Woman HAD to go down.
In the hidden chamber, Donna Troy, Wonder girl, paced back and forth in front of what she had come to term, “The infernal machine.”
Her temper was growing short, she had only seen these machines used on her sisters, and she was not sure but this one seemed to be taking longer on it’s sponsor. It had been days and the meter indicating completion had creeped across its dial until it finally stood mere minutes from 100%
Donna could not help but feel dirty. She had only her tight black leather uniform, now clinging to her body with the moisture from her sweat, and boots which could not be washed and it was still oppressively hot out so her exposed skin shimmered and her uniform was soft and pliable with moisture from both the air and her body.
The Chamber had traditional oils used by ancient Olympians. She would step behind The infernal machine, as she did not want to be naked in front of any male even if he was comatose, and coat herself in the fragrant oil, and then use a smoothed shell to scrap off the dirt so at least she did not smell, but it was not the same as a cool refreshing bath with real soap and water, and did nothing for her sodden leather uniform.
There was a soft chime and a green glow filled the chamber. FINALLY… Donna stepped around to see Boone smiling blissfully into the helmet visor.
Donna always felt filthy wan she looked at him. With the program complete, the clear tube covering his male erection was withdrawing leaving the ridged organ bouncing in time with his heartbeat, the soft scrotum beneath….
Donna had to look away half disgusted with herself. The man was nearly 3 times her age physically, she had always been taught that, except on your wedding night, that part of the anatomy was dirty and this male was a rapist and murderer responsible for killing and enslaving her entire race, except for her. So why did she feel a desire or admiration when she looked at him.
Getting her emotions ack under control, she looked back at him. He was still comatose but now the tubes and IV’s had been retracted...he lay like a frog on a wax tray. Pinned for dissection. His body was well toned….smooth and mostly glabrous. He took care of his body.
“DAMN IT!” she looked away in frustration again as a pang of lust ran thru her thighs, she could feel herself getting wet and she resented that. She was about to objectify this man...turn him into a slave permanently. Deserve it or not, ironic justice, she had never wanted to OWN another person in her life. Hopefully once she freed her mother and sisters, Hippolyta would execute him and be done with it.
Taking a deep breath again...she approached the naked man and pressed the release button.
Silently the visor lifted and Daniel’s eyes opened. The first thing he was aware of was the gentle draft of air moving against his skin and his painfully hard erection. Daniel could not suppress a soft groan.
The second thing he was aware of was that he found he could not not move to relieve what was undoubtedly the most intense case of blue balls of his life and the third thing he was aware of, that made the blue balls even worse, was the beautiful teen standing in a midnight black moist leather uniform that looked PAINTED on, with red boots ,her fists on her hips smiling darkly at him.
Wonder Girl smiled, sucking on her teeth gently and licking her lips “Good morning and just how do YOU like it? SLAVE.” She slowly approached grasping her golden lariat.
Danial groaned, the nanites had his already active libido at near meltdown just the way she WALKED the way her uniform wrinkled, touched her skin, but he couldn't climax, he couldn’t touch himself… not without permission...Oh gods…..he saw her lariat “What do you need that for? And t=do you know that is the most magnificent camel toe I have ever seen? I assume the program is complete….you need only make me climax and I will be at your feet.” Damn just SAYING it made him strain for release...to be at her feet….
Daniel saw the look of revulsion on her face.
Donna looked own her front, between her legs, and saw the outline of her sex in the moist tight leather “You DISGUSTING PIG!” she snarled as she looped the magic lariat of truth over his shoulders “I don’t trust you OR this machine.” She practically spit at him. “Now tell the truth….now that you have been thru this machine, will you be my slave and obey me?”
Daniel smiled “I have always told you the truth, MISTRESS…if you can make me climax, yes I will obey you as a slave.” When he mentioned the climax, he saw her frown and look away.
“Ohhhh I see little virgin, you have no experience, you still believe sex and passion is something ‘dirty’ have you never considered what you would do with someone you actually loved on your wedding night? Or is the Ice princess just assuming she will go through life and never want to ‘do the nasty’
“Watch your MOUTH usurper!” She slapped him across his face, nearly taking his head off as she forgot her own amazon strength. “Or I will force you to climax and just turn your mind off permanently or maybe castrate you myself.” Donna snapped as he rankled her.
Daniel felt the pain of his prolonged erection but the pleasure at the slap, his mind WAS still free for the moment. “You have your lasso on me, so you know I am telling the truth, I don’t think you have it in you, you do not even know HOW to make me climax.”
Donna snorted, now fully flustered and frustrated she glanced down at his rigid erection “That’s a laugh, your so ready to pop right now a single caress or a puff of air from my lips and you would make a mess of yourself.”
In frustration Daniel strained at his restraints “Then do it…. If you can.”
The gauntlet thrown...Donna stepped closer to the helpless male “You think I can’t? You thing I WON’T? I only do this, because I need you to free my mother and sisters…” Standing beside him...she looked at his warm muscled body...she did HAVE to do this…
Still holding her lasso in her left hand, she slowly brought her right hand up. Her fingers curled around the warm damp flesh...it felt like a very stiff hot dog.. and she heard him moan, blushing with the flush of control she had that she could make someone...desire this much.
“You are so Pathetic” she sneered, feeling his pulse in her hand “You are so like a randy animal, ready to give up a person’s most PRECIOUS gift, free will for momentary pleasures of the flesh!”
It did not go unnoticed as Daniel gritted his teeth “Ah...you feel it too...control of another human being, as if it were an animal or an object… NUUNHG! ARGH!!! THAT is the most precious gift...” He felt pain as she suddenly clenched her fist “M..must have struck a..n..nerve..”
“I will show you a NERVE rapist!” her smile turning into a sneer and she relaxed her grim=p and began gliding her hand up and down the male’s length. She noticed how sensitive the purple head was when she pulled his foreskin back. She had never considered what would psychically please a male but it was now obvious to her the head was a key.
Daniel was far from inexperienced, but he knew he would not last long. Having been on the receiving end of the machine, it was even more impressive then he thought, every caress and touch was erotic and his desire for the young minx stroking him was not helping, but he had to at least try and resist, she wanted to use him against his son, to free the amazons, and they were so close.
Still disgusted with touching something that...filthy a man’s unwashed genitals, Donna could see victory… She leaned in to be within his field of vision, a smug smile “serves you right, monster… perhaps my mother will make you serve us as a eunuch for your crimes.” Then, licking her lips because she knew it would have an effect she said “now climax...slave” and blew into his ear.
The result had Donna drop her lasso and back away, Daniel gave a loud moan, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head… and she felt his male anatomy in her hand throb before she released it.
Like a mini fire hose white fluid pulsed from the end of his penis...shooting ropes of the milky white fluid everywhere, Over his stomach, his groin, some even splattering on his face. It must have been the nanites because he had more volume then she would have thought possible, and, when it subsided, he was a slippery sticky mess.
The chamber was now silent save for the desperate gasps of the spent male, his erection going limp like a soldier in battle, defeated and slowly crumpling to the ground.
Daniel Boon lay on the table now, his eyes straight ahead… emotionless and silent.
“Daniel?” Donna asked.
“Yes Mistress?” came the monotone reply.
“Well at least he is still alive,” she thought as she made her way around the sticky white mess...even after all the sex he had, this guy had really been pent up. She retrieved her lasso and released the restraints. Daniel did not move “Stand” She said nervously.
Daniel rose to stand at attention in front of the table, his anatomy now hung limp, and his own seed slowly dripping down his body and his chin from the force of gravity.
Donna took a slow walk around the male. Except for the mess, he WAS a handsome man, night tight ass, runners legs, swimmers build and completely naked standing at rigid attention, eyes forward.
She ran her hands over his broad shoulders, the only part she could find that wasn’t covered in his own semen. He accepted it without word or comment “what am I to do with you now?”
Taking that as a command Daniel replied “Would mistress like a foot rub?”
Donna considered a moment, as befitting her age she HAD a man, but had absolutely NO idea what to do WITH him. She sat down and crossed a leg over her knee “Very well Daniel...give me a foot rub.”
Daniel felt thrilled, he knelt before her taking the booted foot and smiling began to nuzzle and kiss her boot.
Seeing a human being kissing her foot Wonder Girl anger yelled “NO! Stop that you filthy PIG!”
The reaction was dramatic, The older man cringed as if struck, cowering.
Donna snarled as she watched “don’t you EVER do that again you said a foot RUB I will not degrade someone even someone like you…. Are….are you, CRYING?”
Daniel turned his head up, wet streaks streaming down his cheeks “I...I’m so sorry mistress… I.. I thought you’d LIKE it...w...would you like to punish me?”
Donna Troy now felt pity, though the man didn’t deserve pity, she also felt rage, is THIS what her mother and sisters had been reduced to? so dependent on someone else that a mere mention of disappointment crushed them with emotional grief and shame?
“Stop crying” she said, amazed that he actually did stop crying “just...don’t do that again…”
“Yes Mistress” he replied kneeling back at her feet as she sat on a large stone.
“And don’t call me mistress...Call me Donna or Wonder Girl.”
“Yes Donna” she said keeping his eyes down.
Donna sighed… she was not used to dealing with things like this, she could not wait for her mother, the Queen to be freed, so she could try and sot all this out.
From her feet she heard Danial ask “Then...how may I serve you Wonder Girl?”
Wonder Girl considered, using the toe of her boot to lift his chin so she would not have to touch him before he was washed up. She tossed him a towel “Clean yourself up and I want you to tell me about your Son, and your plans, I need to know how to rescue my sisters...and you WILL tell me everything.”
The revenge of the amazons would begin today.