Wonder Woman Story Contest 2000 Winner!!
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CHAPTER 1 HEROINE HOSTAGE
The hardest thing about being an amazon princess, Wonder Woman had decided, was the fact that you had to break all of your ties and connections every ten years or so. It was an absolute necessity. After all, when a woman was eternally youthful and showed no signs of aging, people were bound to become suspicious after a while.
It had been hard leaving the IADC. She had known Steve Trevor for more than ten years. After working in several positions within the government, the amazon princess had learned how to ask the right questions and watch the important actions that defined the moral fiber of the people around her. She had researched and accompanied people who had been honest, hardworking, and true. Steve and the General were certainly two of those people, as well as the others in her office. They had been some of her closest friends.
But time marched onward. She wouldn't be able to hide her identity forever, and knew the risks of the world realizing her true nature. Wonder Woman would be followed by TV talk show hosts, eager magazine reporters, photo-snapping paparazzi. She had to go.
After the IADC, she had become Diane Princeton, a reporter for the Washington Inquirer. Then Deanna Roy, a journal copyist who collected data for the news anchors on national TV. There were other jobs as well. Each profession had been carefully selected to allow her to gain access to the type of information that would help her. More than forty years had passed since the IADC, and she was again using the name Diana Prince.
While espionage was on the decline, global business mergers and shady acquisitions were becoming ever more popular. Wonder Woman had single-handedly ended the threat of deadly viruses, nuclear weapon sales, and other atrocities that threatened the future of man. It was her vocation, to keep these people from destroying themselves.
There were only two reprieves to her ever-constant vigilance. The first was when Wonder Woman had the opportunity to return to Paradise Island. These had been few and far between. The other had been times like now, when Drusilla had been able to visit her. Though Dru was younger than Diana, she was still an amazon. Her sister had the fighting abilities and prowess inherent in any of the women from home, and that made her more than a match for most of the criminal element here. In addition, her sibling had been blessed by the gods as well. A quick spin, and the lithe eighteen year old would transform into Wonder Girl, with abilities very near those of Wonder Woman herself.
When Drusilla stared in wide-eyed wonderment at the city, Diana remembered the first time she had come to San Angeles. It had been Los Angeles then, a much smaller city. Like New Boston, all of the intervening real estate had merged together into a huge conglomeration of steel and glass, kindness and poverty. There was nothing that couldn't be bought or sold here. A hotbed of activity, both legal and illegal. It was a perfect location for a crimefighter, where a never ending stream of nefarious dealings constantly demanded her attention.
Diana had reveled in her opportunity to share with her sister, since she couldn't tell most people about her fantastic exploits as Wonder Woman. They had stayed up late at night, watching old vids, eating popcorn, and discussing how the world had changed. It was one of the few times when Diana could be totally relaxed. She had nothing to hide from her sister. Diana had told Dru about all of her cases, both past and present.
It had been a mistake.
Diana was kicking herself now for not seeing the obvious. The fascination in her younger sister's eyes, the gleam of excitement. The intensity with which the teen listened to every detail of her current cases. It was a warning flag that should have rung bells. Drusilla wanted to help.
The teen had been missing for three days now.
San Angeles was not the kind of environment that allowed mistakes. Her younger sister was powerful, sharp witted, and a warrior. But here, the type of criminal that made it to the top was all of those things and more.
Diana knew that she could spin, become Wonder Woman, then lasso every one of her enemies to try to ferret out information. But an approach like that would destroy all of her work so far. Worse yet, it would definitely tip her hand, allowing the bosses at the top to escape her grasp. Once they realized that Wonder Woman was involved, they would vanish without a trace. And quite possibly take Wonder Girl with them.
Diana did the only thing she could. She waited. It was an agonizing three days, waiting for some kind of clue that would lead her to her sister. So when the answer came, she knew immediately that it was a trap.
Wonder Woman had a long standing relationship with both the court system and the police department. In her current guise as a duly appointed court officer, Diana had access to both legal documents and police databases. They were powerful tools that had combined to trap many villains. It was well known that Wonder Woman appeared in the court building several times each month.
The culprit or culprits must have known this. On the third day of nervous waiting, a sealed packet was delivered to the court in which she worked. The exterior of the package read "PRIVATE DOCUMENTS - FOR EXPLICIT DELIVERY TO WONDER WOMAN ONLY".
The packet raised more than a few eyebrows. Her coworkers were understandably curious regarding the contents of the envelope. And her supervisor was at a total loss regarding how to deliver the package. It was finally decided that a notice would be posted both in the court and at the police precinct, in hopes of finding and notifying her.
None of them realized that the statuesque amazon was hidden in plain sight, just a few feet away from them.
Diana waited until the following morning, a day off for her court officer persona. A plainly clad Diana entered the court elevator at the ground level. When the doors smoothly slid open on the fifth floor, the resplendent Wonder Woman strode from the car.
One of the reasons the amazon appreciated the building was that there had been no electronic surveillance installed. In a move to recapture the historic past of the structure, they had remained true to its roots. No cameras or microphones recorded her change or progress. It was an ideal cover, and she had used it many times before.
The stately amazon strolled rapidly into the court office, where more than a few heads turned. Even after her many appearances there, her arrival still brought a sense of awe that stilled the onlookers.
"I was notified at the precinct that you have a document for me?" Wonder Woman asked, misdirecting the true source of her knowledge.
"Certainly" Anna replied, a coworker of Diana's.
The package was handed to the amazon, who turned and strolled out just as quickly.
Anna sighed. "Guess we'll never know what's going on..." she said wistfully.
Though Wonder Woman had just exited the room, keen hearing picked up on the comment. "Nor would you want to..." she whispered to herself.
Wonder Woman opened the document as the elevator descended, reasoning that her current abilities would allow her to deflect any possible threat that the envelope might contain. She didn't really expect any, but she needed to be prepared regardless.
She folded the flap back and peered inside. A single slip of paper greeted her. The amazon removed the note, and read the contents. The script was typewritten, with maddening brevity.
555-8912.
Not much information. When Wonder Woman reached the lobby, she used a phone at the security desk to dial the number. The guards looked on, eager to help, but also appreciating the view.
The receiver clicked with no ringing whatsoever.
"Hello." Wonder Woman stated into the mouthpiece.
"Who is this?" demanded a deep voice at the receiving end.
"This is Wonder Woman. Who is this?" The amazon didn't really expect an answer, but the longer she could keep them talking, the better a chance for a trace.
"Savin Square. Noon. Or Else." The line went dead.
So much for a trace.
Noon?, the amazon thought. Broad daylight, in a very public place. Not what you would expect from someone who wanted to remain hidden.
It didn't matter. Though it was a trap, she had little choice. With Wonder Girl held captive, the amazon would have to meet the demands until she could free Drusilla. Then there would be ample time to make her captors pay.
When noon came, a dazzling figure strode across Savin Square and stopped before the water fountain. Wonder Woman was both glorious and menacing to the onlookers. She stood with balled fists on hips, her legs spread wide, the satin costume vibrantly shining in the bright sunlight. Those who had never seen the amazon before were tempted to advance for a closer look.
The visage on her face, however, warded off any casual approach. The anger seething below the surface was readily evident even to those who did not know her. Woe to the person who received that fury!
As the watchers surveyed the scene, a smartly dressed businessman approached. Wonder Woman knew him immediately. His name was Hex Vox, the president and CEO of Vox Chemicals. It was the world class company that she had been investigating for six months now. It was also the case that Wonder Girl had taken the most interest in.
Synthetic compounds and top secret formulas had been sold overseas to the highest bidder. Metals that were stronger than the hardest steel, yet lighter than aluminum. Hydraulic systems that were a tenth the size and weight of previous versions. Technical advancements that would be powerful tools, or powerful enemies, to the country that owned them. All of the evidence regarding the sale pointed to this man. But Wonder Woman had circumstantial evidence only. There was nothing concrete that would put him behind bars, where he needed to be.
Wonder Woman's ire increased when her suspicions were confirmed regarding his nefarious activities. Kidnapping could be added to the list.
"Hello, Wonder Woman."
"Hex Vox, isn't it?" she responded. "A bad seed, getting worse by the minute."
Hex chuckled mirthlessly. "I assume you didn't show up just to insult me? We have a business deal to put together."
"There's not going to be any deal, Vox.." Wonder Woman responded. "You're going to tell me where Wonder Girl is, and then you're going to prison for your crimes."
"I hardly think so, Wonder Woman. After all, you wouldn't want to do anything that threatened your sister, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't." answered the amazon princess.
"So what I'd like you to do" Hex continued smoothly, "is to hop up and down on one foot. Just to let me know that you understand the rules of this game."
"Forget it, Vox!" Wonder Woman denied flatly. Then, in a motion that was almost too quick to follow, Wonder Woman removed her lasso, created a loop, and tossed it about the waiting Vox. To her surprise, the man hadn't even attempted to move.
"Now we're going to play a different game, Vox" Wonder Woman replied. "It's called ‘the truth'.
"Where is Wonder Girl?" she asked.
Vox stared directly at the amazon, then obeyed. "She's being held at a mansion on the outskirts of San Angeles. It will take an hour to drive there."
But something was wrong. Wonder Woman sensed it immediately. Vox hadn't even attempted to resist.
"What are you hiding?" the amazon queried.
"If I may?" Hex asked, reaching for something inside the lapel of his suit.
"STOP!" commanded Wonder Woman, realizing that her opponent might have sleeping gas or some other weapon hidden there. The amazon defused the situation with the power of the lasso.
"Tell me what's there." she commanded.
Hex sighed, lowering his arm. "It's a PDC."
Uh-Oh. Wonder Woman felt her stomach sink, realizing that the game wasn't over yet. A Personal Data Communicator. The latest in high- tech communications, it allowed two way instant monitoring between matched pairs.
Wonder Woman reached over to Vox, and pulled the lapel back slightly. Staring back at her was an attractive woman, with short auburn hair and an evil sneer.
"Hello, Wonder Woman." the display responded.
Tessa Vox. Wonder Woman recognized the visage at once. She was the other half of the partnership, though the amazon princess had never connected Hex's mate with any nefarious activities. Until now.
"You'll understand if I ask you to free my husband now" the display echoed.
"Now why would I want to do that?" asked Wonder Woman. "I've got one of you in custody. Sooner or later I'll have the other."
"Mmmmm..." Tessa mused. "Perhaps this will give you incentive."
The PDC view widened, and Wonder Woman realized at once that she was defeated. Stretched spreadeagled behind Tessa Vox, Wonder Girl had been suspended between two columns. Alongside the teen's right thigh, a robotic syringe was aligned. It shone with a sickly green fluid. Tessa pressed a button on her console, and the syringe moved closer to the shapely thigh, stopping just inches away from the tanned skin.
"You were saying?" Tessa asked.
A hesitant Wonder Woman froze for an instant, torn between what must be done and what should be done. Then she angrily removed the lasso, her piercing eyes locked directly on Hex. The fury that blazed from that view was so strong that Hex questioned his plan for the first time. What would happen if Wonder Woman lost control, and let her anger overtake her? Hex was directly in that path, and would suffer the brunt of it.
A moment later his concerns were somewhat alleviated, as Wonder Woman cast her eyes downward and waited for Hex to make the next move.
"Enjoy your moment Vox. It will be short lived." the amazon grated between clenched teeth.
"What now?" Wonder Woman asked.
"As I recall," Hex replied, "you were about to hop up and down for me."
The anger that had dissipated erupted to the surface again. But the furious Wonder Woman knew what was at stake, even as she glanced at the monitor.
Then, slowly and with the greatest of reluctance, the amazon hopped up and down on one booted foot.
For a moment in time, everything stopped. The only sounds were the splashing of water from the fountain, and the staccato beat from an amazon boot as it struck the marble in the square.
An instant later, the stunned onlookers recovered.
"Isn't that Wonder Woman... Must have been coerced.... Never seen her do THAT before... Can't believe she'd allow that..."
The whispered comments were many, and Wonder Woman heard them all. Her amazon abilities picked out each sound from the crowd, isolating it as if it were the only voice. Her actions were embarrassing, demeaning...and absolutely required for the safe return of her sister. Wonder Woman knew that Hex had the upper hand for the moment...but she vowed to change that as soon as possible.
"I think that's enough for now." Hex said. "You may stop."
Wonder Woman did so, saying nothing as she settled both feet to the ground.
"We've arranged transportation, so that you can see Wonder Girl again." Hex remarked. "It's a long ride, so I'd suggest that you do as you're told."
Wonder Woman glanced down to see what Hex was looking at. The PDC. In the viewscreen, the ever-vigilant Tessa was watching the amazon closely, her finger poised just inches away from the console.
Hex then turned, and led the way to the curb. Wonder Woman followed with swift strides. A black limo waited silently, gleaming in the bright afternoon sun. Within moments the well-dressed businessman and the glorious amazon had disappeared inside. Then the sleek vehicle pulled away, and the crowd lost interest.
During the entire ride, Wonder Woman felt uncomfortable. Several issues plagued her. The first of these was that she couldn't directly confront her enemies, since they held Wonder Girl in their grasp. Next in line was the fact that they were willingly taking the amazon princess to their hideout....not a good sign. Wonder Woman was sure that another trap awaited her. She had to unravel what it was and avoid it.
As she contemplated those thoughts, Hex did nothing to ease her doubts. He stared at the amazon with a possessive glare, as if to say ‘I own you'. Wonder Woman definitely didn't like the look. It showed that he had complete confidence in his plan.
He hadn't been wrong so far.
The gaze also made her feel like an object. But Hex was soon to find out that this object had teeth, and would fight back when the time was right.
When the car finally slowed to a halt, Wonder Woman began gathering her physical and mental energies. She had to stay sharp, and take immediate advantage of any opportunity that presented itself.
"After you, my dear..." Hex stated smoothly, as he swung the door open.
Wonder Woman exited the car, viewing her surroundings with interest.
The mansion was meticulous, from the perfectly trimmed shrubbery to the amazingly green lawn. It was a Victorian structure, built with sturdy timbers in a time when shortcuts were unheard of. Three floors rose skyward, with detailed filigree on the eaves and around the windows. Any structure like this in San Angeles was worth millions. The Vox's obviously had the money to burn.
But Wonder Woman wasn't interested in the value of the property, only in what it contained. At Hex's instruction, she preceded him up the steps, then opened the doors to the manse.
The interior was no less spectacular. Statues and paintings abounded, while marble tile and draperies accented the beauty. Vox led her to an elevator, which descended from the ground floor.
The corridor that opened before them was quite different from upstairs. Gleaming stainless steel and bright lights filled the hall. As Hex directed her down the corridor, Wonder Woman noticed that doors appeared regularly on either side. The contents of the rooms remained a mystery, however, since each portal was closed currently.
Hex stopped before a doorway. "Time to get reacquainted with Wonder Girl, my dear. Don't do anything rash."
Vox turned the doorknob, then followed the amazon inside.
Wonder Woman was finally brought face to face with Tessa Vox. The attractive brunette was still poised behind the console, her finger held firmly on the button to the syringe. Behind her, Wonder Girl waited.
They had stretched the teen between two stainless steel columns, then suspended her there with chains. Drusilla struggled weakly. They must have drugged her to lower her resistance.
"And now, Wonder Woman, you're going to join Wonder Girl in a little visit to our facilities." Hex stretched out an arm. In his hand, a pair of handcuffs were snapped open, awaiting the amazon wrists.
Wonder Woman turned away from Tessa Vox, and stared at the floor dejectedly. Then she meekly submitted, holding her arms out for the attachment of the cuffs.
As Hex was about to snap the first link into place, the amazon burst forth in a blur of motion. She grabbed Vox's arm, spinning him wildly from his feet, sending him crashing headlong into the console.
Tessa, momentarily stunned by the raw speed of the move, delayed for just an instant before depressing the button.
In that flash of an instant, Wonder Woman's tiara appeared in her hand. With an inborn agility that credited her training, the tiara snapped outward, flying across the room.
Tessa was amazed that the tiara wasn't aimed at her, or the console. She breathed a sigh of relief...until she saw the real target of the flashing headpiece.
Even as the device closed on Wonder Girl's thigh, the tiara was shattering its way through the syringe. The fluid splashed harmlessly on the floor, missing Wonder Girl entirely.
"Call for backup!!" Hex screamed to Tessa, as he worked to free himself from the tangle of wires. "Make sure she doesn't get to Wonder Girl!!!!"
Tessa reached for another button on the console, but Wonder Woman was already in motion. Within a second the amazon had reached Drusilla, and grabbed the first of the chains that held the teen aloft.
Even as the button on the console pressed inward, Wonder Woman pulled, splitting the first set of chains asunder. In less than ten seconds, all of the restraints were broken, and an unsteady Wonder Girl regained her feet.
Wonder Woman whirled to confront the additional guards....
...only there weren't any.
Hex and Tessa Vox stood by the console, leaning haphazardly against it. Both wore grins.
Wonder Woman had long since had enough of these two. She charged across the room, ready to make these two pay for their insolence.
The amazon princess's headlong dash ending abruptly as she reached the edge of the dais. Wonder Woman slammed into some type of invisible force field, and she rebounded from it. The heroine quickly moved left, then right, in an attempt to find a breach in the shield.
When none appeared, the amazon threw her tiara near the level of the ceiling, to discover if it extended to that height. It did. Wonder Woman paced rapidly along the invisible boundary, testing for any possible weakness. Like some wild animal, she punched and kicked at the barrier in an attempt to break through it. As she did so, she saw that the grins on Hex and Tessa had turned into full-fledged smiles.
"She's quite vivacious, wouldn't you say?" remarked Hex.
"Yes" agreed Tessa. "I'm sure she'll prove quite amusing. But remember, I get Wonder Girl."
Wonder Woman, upon hearing the comments, allowed her rage to erupt fully. Anger that had been held at bay fueled her muscles now, and she controlled it, harnessed it, using it to power her plan. With a fearsome determination, she turned to the still recovering Wonder Girl, and wordlessly nodded. Drusilla seemed to sense immediately what was needed.
Without a word, the two heroines aligned themselves hip to hip. Hex and Tessa watched with puzzled expressions, baffled by what the amazons planned. Each woman bent her left knee slightly, then extended and locked her right leg behind her.
Then, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl began hammering with their fists. What they did wasn't random or out of control. Each left fist struck the shield with immense force, and was followed an instant later by the right fist. After every few seconds, the speed of the attack accelerated. The delay between left and right impact shortened.
It took Hex a few seconds to puzzle it out.
"Frequency!! They're trying to find the harmonic frequency of the forcefield!"
A grim smile flashed across Wonder Woman's visage.
"We've got to stop them!"
Even as he spoke, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl began to achieve their goal. During the last impact, they had noticed a change in the transparency of the barrier. The combined fists had struck the invisible wall, which flashed white for just an instant.
‘Got It!' Wonder Woman thought to herself.
Like perfectly synchronized fighters, their speed now locked onto its current rate. Each wailing impact struck the wall with deafening force. And each flash of white remained a little longer. The wall was oscillating in its natural frequency, and would rattle itself apart given enough time.
But time was exactly what Hex was trying to shorten. He pushed a button on the console, then rapidly twisted a dial to full.
Wonder Woman heard the hissing, and knew immediately that gas was flowing into the room.
"Wonder Girl, hyperventilate...quickly!" the amazon yelled.
The teen obeyed immediately. Both heroines began sucking in air much more rapidly than they needed to. They watched carefully as the green fog slowly crossed the room from vents on the far wall.
The wall was glowing white almost constantly now, as the barrage continued to weaken it.
When the sedative finally reached to within inches of their position, both women stopped breathing abruptly. Amazon lungs pulled in one last breathe of air, then held it. Oxygen now saturated their bloodstream, allowing them to continue without inhaling the noxious fumes.
The barrage maintained its steady pace. A moment later, Wonder Woman was rewarded by a sudden flash of red. Close! They were very close. The statuesque heroines knew that they were within striking distance.
"How long can they hold their breath?" Tessa asked worriedly, eyeing the glowing wall.
"How should I know?" Hex retorted angrily. "The wall was designed to withstand any SINGLE impact.....but this...? "
The pair continued to watch the dynamic amazons, knowing that a miscalculation would cost them all. There was nowhere to run if the plan failed. The unrelenting assault continued on the shield.
But the endeavors were taking their toll. Wonder Woman began to feel the insistent call, as her lungs requested oxygen. She ignored them and continued working. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Wonder Girl.
The weakened Drusilla was having a harder time of it. Drugged, then freed just moments ago, she was hardly up to par. Though the fists still struck, the teen was swaying dangerously on unstable legs.
A moment later, Wonder Girl surrendered. A blast of air exhaled from her lungs. The desperate teen tried to go on, but she had unwillingly pulled in a lungful of the sedative. Her blows against the barrier weakened instantly, and a moment later she collapsed to the floor in a heap.
Wonder Woman knew she was in trouble. The force field would topple within sixty seconds...but it was thirty seconds longer than the amazon had. Without Drusilla's aid, progress had slowed. Her own lungs were crying for air desperately now, as the exertions robbed them of what little oxygen remained. The defiant Wonder Woman tried to continue....but the demand for oxygen was too great. She exhaled what air she could, and quickly inhaled as little of the gas as she dared.
It was too much.
Her blows continued, but the mist leeched the power from within. What had been thunderous crashes were now weak and ineffectual, and failed to injure the barrier.
A few seconds later, Wonder Woman's chest shuddered heavily as she involuntarily drew another breath. Hex and Tessa breathed a sigh of relief. They watched the amazon sway momentarily, then fall next to the already sleeping Wonder Girl.
Hex smiled.
Playtime had begun.
CHAPTER 2 EBONY ENCASEMENT
The gray darkness of unconsciousness grudgingly gave way to a bleary picture of the room around the captive. Wonder Woman blinked slowly, clearing the fog from her vision. As she was soon to discover, it was one of the few movements that she would be capable of.
Stark white tiled walls were broken only by a set of large double doors, which swung evenly in both directions. Steel surgical lamps hung adamantly from the high ceiling, filling the room with a harsh, sterile light. Casting downward to the stainless steel floor, her view captured the polished metal as it reflected the bright contrasts inherent in the room. Several small tables were scattered along the wall, along with a medium size washbasin.
Wonder Woman gazed at the obdurate floor, realizing that her vantage point wasn't correct. It was too high.... The last of her jumbled thoughts fled, bringing into stark focus the reality of her new situation.
Hex had outdone himself, she thought sourly. She peered downward at the unmistakable fetish outfit that he had wrought upon her. Highly reflective black latex molded to the amazon like a possessive lover, clearly defining every delectable curve of her encapsulated body. The highlights from the lamps created multiple bright spots on the clinging material, enhancing the portrait of her helplessness.
The latex seemed to be a single continuous sheath, unmarred by any visible zipper or strap. It was almost as if it had been specifically designed for her, then somehow shrunk into place to reduce the size even further. The material held the amazon in the strictest of postures, a severe ‘at attention' pose that brooked no argument. Her arms were pulled tautly behind her, the elbows touching as they met just above the small of her back. The forearms were then fused into a single unit, continuing downward to press firmly against her jutting backside. If there were weaknesses or flexible areas inside the suit, Wonder Woman couldn't find them.
Her vantage point was wrong because she was currently suspended some twelve inches upward from the stainless steel floor. A glance at the latex coating on her feet indicated the discrepancy. She was forced to peer downward to uncover that fact, however.
It seemed that the support for her new outfit was staunchly secured to her bondage helmet. The latex covering had continued from the shoulders onto her throat, then upward to encase almost all of her head. She was breathing through two small nostril holes supplied in the suit. What seemed to be a rubber ball gag had been jammed into her mouth. Her jaw stretched achingly to expel the blockage, but the tight-fitting material prevented that. A glance downward showed that the latex bowed outward significantly there, conforming perfectly to the outer half of the hard rubber sphere.
Wonder Woman realized that the only opening on the headpiece was the mask around the eyes. A straight line that just touched the tops of her eyebrows, then circled outward at each eye to loop in again at the bridge of her nose. It was as if someone had taken a set of goggles, outlined where they would have touched the latex, and removed that section of material. It wasn't much of an opening for either vision or escape.
Somewhere above her, a ring or clamp had been affixed to the suit at the top of her head, then a cable had been run upwards to the ceiling. Very unenlightening, since she couldn't see the attachment. In fact, due to the weight distribution throughout the latex, Wonder Woman couldn't turn her head at all. She was forced to stare straight ahead, watching the silent double doors as they passively waited for their next use.
There were two other details about her surroundings that immediately concerned her. The first was the hospital gurney that was placed below and just to the right of her current position. Atop the crisp white sheet there were multiple items arrayed, laid out with an almost surgical precision.
Wonder Woman grimaced when she absorbed what they were. She recognized the repulsive outline of the rubber dildo instantly. A thin chain with silver links which ended in small thumbscrew clamps. Nipple clamps. That too was fairly obvious. A vibrator. Several types of gel, sealed within small glass jars. A ring gag. Itching powder. All things that she had seen in her many years, though no villain had ever dared to try and use them against an amazon.
Then there were the less obvious items. What looked like scissor handles, but then curved outward and ended in flat clamps. A chain attached to two steel balls, each of which were ribbed with small knobs. A slender rod that ended in a tiny set of pincers. Other, even less obvious items that defied simple descriptions. All of them looked menacing.
The second thing that concerned her was the covering on the exterior of her latex catsuit. Though no straps or zippers were in evidence, something else had been applied. Wonder Woman stared for some time, trying to discover a purpose to the arrangement. Across almost all of the suit, in neatly divided geometric patterns, a thin spiderweb of wires traveled across her body.
The general strategy of the web seemed to be a series of horizontal cross-sections fused to a series of vertical cross-sections. Eight wires or so were in the vertical direction, each starting downward from a central axis at the top of her bondage helmet. The wires spread outward at even angles, sectioning the suit into eight wedges when viewed directly from above. The ends of the filaments then joined again as one when they arrived at her toes.
The horizontal sections occurred at about four inch intervals; though some were spaced closer than others, like the ones circling her breasts. They circumnavigated her entire body, starting at the top of the helmet and working downward to create a series of latitudinal lines along the suit. At every intersection of horizontal and vertical wire, the two filaments were fused together to prevent any movement or slippage. A small spherical nexus marked each of those spots.
As Wonder Woman stared more closely, she began to realize that they weren't wires...at least not exactly. It was almost as if they were tightly coiled springs, the miniature spirals wound so tightly that each one touched the coil next to it. The spiderweb pressed inward just slightly on the latex, with barely enough pressure to keep the arrangement in place.
The vision that sprung to mind for the amazon princess was one of a computed generated wireframe brought to life. The sectioned areas across the suit were almost identical to a wireframe image, except that these filaments were all too real. What purpose they served was a mystery, and Wonder Woman preferred that it stay that way.
It didn't really matter, Wonder Woman decided. With the last vestiges of the gas wearing off, her amazon strength had returned. She could feel the energy flowing back into her limbs, an undeniable vitality that sang to her muscles. All traces of weakness washed away as the power built within her, giving her the ability to stop a truck, deflect a bullet, or rend steel as needed
Wonder Woman prepared to flex outward, to shred the inconsequential latex and free herself. Her enemies would swiftly be facing the strong arm of justice. Her muscles rippled beneath the material, became suddenly taut, the sinews and tendons snapping into place as the amazon strength made its demand. With a mighty heave, she wrenched her arms outward, her legs exploding in opposite directions to burst the latex asunder.
But the latex didn't shred. No tearing of fabric, no sudden explosion of material. Nothing at all.
No-one could have been more surprised than Wonder Woman. She could feel the amazon power, knew that she had the abilities granted to her from Paradise Island. She thrust again, applying every ounce of strength within her, tearing outward with arms and legs to burst the catsuit asunder.
Only the smallest of stretching occurred in the unrelenting latex. As Wonder Woman's efforts gradually diminished, the material immediately reformed itself about the still encapsulated amazon. Great Hera! There had been power enough in that effort to shred steel, to toss an armored vehicle. Wonder Woman had never experienced anything like this. She had never before encountered an item from the manmade world that she couldn't bend, tear, or break. From the hardest titanium to the softest of silk, no construct of man had ever inhibited her prior to this. Yet this seemingly flimsy, stretchy black latex laughed at her strongest efforts, sealing her inside with no release. There was no explanation.
For the next several minutes, the suspended heroine waged a fierce battle with the fiendish black catsuit. Wonder Woman tried to tear the fabric...then to twist free. She tried to jab a single finger through the material; to pull only one arm away. A thumbnail tried to pierce the fabric. Combinations of techniques were tried...a leg with one arm, two legs and a hand, both hands and a foot. All to no avail. She was held fast. Inside the suit, the perspiration from her efforts became a cloying sauna that added to her discomfort. She had hoped that a more directed energy on a single part of the suit might have some effect. That assumption seemed to be wrong.
This rapidly changed the amazon's situation. Wonder Woman realized that she wasn't going to be able to break free. Therefore, she wasn't going to escape. And, for the first time ever with her amazon strength intact, she was totally helpless. Her eyes traveled once again to the gurney below her.
Whatever fiendish plans awaited her would be both lengthy and unpleasant, of that she was sure.
Wonder Woman was never sure if it had been coincidence or not, but Hex picked that exact moment to stroll jauntily through the double doors. He glided casually over to the washbasin, and spent several minutes washing his hands thoroughly with soap and water. His eyes never touched the amazon.
For her part, Wonder Woman was staring down intently at her captor, trying to understand his actions. It was infuriating to be ignored, as if she were no more than a piece of furniture or a room decoration to him. But some deeper part of her understood that this was the preferable situation; that when he turned his attention to her, she would desire the quiet solitude that she had enjoyed up until now.
Then Hex finally cast his view upon her, and approached. Again, coincidence or not, but Hex's line of vision was exactly aligned with the fulsome rounding of latex covered amazon breasts. Wonder Woman twisted slightly, in a failed effort to realign herself with the villain. A smile crept onto her captor's face.
"Enjoying the scenery so far, Wonder Woman?" A muted grunt flowed out of the amazon, a moan of displeasure.
"Really, you need not answer...". Hex laughed. "In fact, you can't, can you? All wrapped up like an ebony mummy, and no costume party anywhere in sight..."
Another twist, as Wonder Woman tried to control her emotions at the infuriating barbs.
"I'm sure you have dozens of questions, am I right?"
Steel blue eyes swung round, glaring at Hex.
"Hmmmm...where to start, where to start..... I'm thinking that you're absolutely crazed by the fact that a thin little latex suit could imprison you...especially since you still have your amazon powers. How can that be?"
The captive's head snapped forward, or tried to. Yes, she was definitely interested.
"Maybe I should wait a while before I tell you...so I don't spoil the fun of watching you struggle..."
Hex was obviously baiting her, trying to provoke a reaction. Wonder Woman forced herself to remain calm, breathing deeply to expel the tension and stress that welled within her.
"Then again, it isn't proper to keep a woman waiting..." The eyes swung round again, trying to feign disinterest. But Wonder Woman knew that Hex might let something slip, some aspect of her bondage that could be used like a wedge to pry her way to freedom.
"This may surprise you, my dear Wonder Woman, but you've been our guest for nearly seven days. A careful supply of drugs to ensure that you wouldn't awaken before we were prepared for you. It's taken most of the week for the team of scientists to analyze your golden lasso."
A look of shock couldn't be hidden, though the amazon tried to quell her response.
"Fascinating item, really. Unbreakable by any force that we could apply. And some incredible aspect of its power forces the truth from the captives held within it. A very unique item, to be sure.
"We worked on the thing for days, trying to uncover its secrets. The truth-telling ability was just too complex for us to uncover...but the unbreakable part was a little more revealing."
Wonder Woman shifted once again, listening intently to every word for later evaluation.
"It seems that there are elements in the lasso never before discovered on the periodic charts...elements whose properties can only be theorized based on their structure. It took us most of the week to replicate the molecules involved, the process requiring both fission and fusion. Quite laborious really. And expensive. As a solid, the elements cannot be broken from one another. But as a liquid, it can be easily molded. The melting process required temperatures upward of 5000 degrees to break the cohesion, but we finally succeeded."
Wonder Woman glared down at her captor. Hex knew. It had been said that the lasso was forged in the furnace of the gods. Now it seemed that man had been able to duplicate that process, at least partially.
"Once liquefied, we were able to shape the material into any construct that we wished...like a black latex catsuit, for example. We tested it, of course, to ensure that the fiber would hold against any known force. It seems to be passing that mark admirably, don't you think?"
Again, the smug, self-satisfied grin shone up at her. It had indeed passed the test.
"Oh, don't look so glum, Wonder Woman" Hex said. "We dissolved less than a quarter of an inch of the lasso during our tests. After all, we still want to experiment with the truth-telling aspect. You'll be pleased to know that we named the duplicated strength compound ‘HT', in honor of its new discoverers, Hex and Tessa". The smile broadened. "Let's look closer."
Hex folded his hands behind his back, and walked slowly around the captive, surveying his prize from every possible angle. Wonder Woman had never felt so helpless, so ‘on-display' as she did now. Hex finally stopped once again directly below her.
"I've added one more improvement to the latex. I'm sure you've noticed the metal webbing across the suit. I affectionately call the filaments ‘whiners', due to the sound they make. Let me demonstrate."
Hex stepped to the wall behind the amazon, and reached up. Wonder Woman heard a ‘click', followed by a low buzzing sound that was just at the edge of hearing.
Her captor returned within moments, occupying the position directly below her once more. "We were in something of a rush when we brought you here, and unfortunately I never got the chance to really appreciate that amazon body of yours. I think we should rectify that now, don't you?"
"Mmmph!" shot out from behind Wonder Woman's ballgag, a strenuous objection.
"Aaah, so nice to see you agree...."
Hex very casually reached up, the back of his right hand stroking slowly across the smooth black surface of an encompassed breast.
Wonder Woman twisted vehemently, infuriated by the audacity of her captor. As she did so, the buzzing from the whiners suddenly grew louder, and the amazon very rapidly realized what was happening....
The whiners were contracting! The spiral filaments were tightening, shrinking against each other, burrowing into the latex! Wonder Woman watched in horror, ceasing her efforts against the suit long enough to take in this new revelation.
The buzzing quickly diminished, returning to its previous barely audible level. A sickening realization began to dawn on the latex clad captive, but her mind was unable to accept the truth as of yet. Hex reached up again, sliding a hand along one leg to stop neatly at the crotch.
"MMMPH!" spat out from behind the gag, as the amazon furiously tried to evade the attention...and again the whiners buzzed loudly in protest. The filaments contracted once more, now making noticeable dents on the surface of the latex.
Wonder Woman halted her efforts quickly, and realized immediately that the whiners did also. ‘Oh no!' was the thought that flashed through her mind as the connection was made...and Hex obviously saw it.
"You realize what's happening now, don't you? Yes, I can see that you do... Be a good little amazon, and let me play with you, and nothing happens. Be a bad little amazon, and try to resist, and the whiners will convince you to obey. It may take some time, but eventually they will persuade you of the error of your ways. After all, they're unbreakable too..." Hex laughed.
Wonder Woman glared at him with a mix of horror and incredulity. The suit was unbreakable. The whiners were unbreakable. What happened when the irresistible force met the immovable object? Wonder Woman didn't know, but she certainly didn't want to be inside the arrangement to find out...
"Let's begin with your training, shall we?" Hex asked, as he reached down to retrieve the first of the implements on the gurney below her.
Wonder Woman grimaced, biting hard on the gag as Hex approached....
The next few hours (or was it days?) contained extremely vivid memories that Wonder Woman would have liked to forget. Her sense of time had become distorted, mere seconds dragging by like hours as Hex took thorough delight in tormenting his captive with every device imaginable.
She had been wrong about the suit. It had contained zippers. Two of them, actually. One mounted directly at the front, an opening at the crotch. The other mounted at the rear, allowing access to the anal area. Hex had been only too eager in ensuring that they didn't stay closed...at least until he wanted them to.
Every minute had been filled with an unending stream of bondage implements...toys and tools, games and gadgets. There had been only one purpose. To make Wonder Woman squirm.
And squirm she had. Who could keep still when a high speed vibrator was applied directly to quivering love lips? Or when shy nipples had become twirling playthings, threaded and squeezed by clamps before being forced to dance wildly at the end of an unforgiving chain. The sensations would have driven any normal woman beyond endurance...but for Wonder Woman in had been made even worse.
She still had her amazon powers. In her role as a superheroine, no- one had ever dared to take advantage of her the way Hex had. The few times she had succumbed to her enemies, she had found a way to break free in short order. Most adversaries weren't prepared to deal with the mental and physical abilities of an amazon with gifts from the gods. But Hex had found a way to give her the amazon powers and keep her captive. It was a uniquely appalling arrangement.
Wonder Woman had tried to remain perfectly motionless during the ordeal, knowing that the whiners would react quickly and decisively to any struggling. Hex had obviously seen this, and taken the greatest joy in making her wriggle or writhe, thereby tightening the filaments.
It quickly became a perverse little game...Hex tried to pry a reaction from the captive amazon, while Wonder Woman tried desperately to remain ram-rod straight. The latex clad captive failed frequently, and paid the price.
And now, after several hours, it seemed that Hex had finally tired of the game. He seemed to be packing things up, preparing to retire for the evening. Wonder Woman watched in stoic silence, recovering from her ordeal. She was able to do little else.
The amazon peered carefully down at the wire encasement. Each strand had burrowed into the latex an inch or more, squeezing the occupant like an overripe cantaloupe that was about to burst. The network created a crushing pressure that threatened to overwhelm her, as each wire added to her discomfort. What had been a smooth black catsuit was now a series of pockmarked bulges, sharply delineated by the rigid boundaries of the unbreakable twine. Her chest had suffered some of the worst attention; multiple balloons protruded outward where the smoothly rounded hemispheres had been, the vicious filaments sectioning her captive breasts without pity or remorse.
She had discovered that by remaining totally still, the filaments would eventually relax their tenacious grip. Even now, it was taking all of her concentration to remain completely inert. As tired as she was, she couldn't let her focus slip, lest she move and inadvertently tighten her own bondage again.
Hex packed the last of the items away, then turned and smiled upward at his captive.
"That was fun, don't you agree?"
Wonder Woman glared at her captor, her eyes reflecting both her anger and her obvious disagreement with his opinion.
"We'll have to play again tomorrow I think...."
Wonder Woman tried to remain stoic, but the slightest trace of fear and deep concern merged into her expression. Not another day of this! Hera! But what could she do? Her mind raced furiously, trying to seize on any means of escape possible...and as she ran through each plan, she realized that Hex was still talking...
"...wondering what we did with your overzealous partner, the perky little Wonder Girl. Please be assured that boredom was never an issue for her. Tessa made absolutely sure of that. In fact, I think it's time that we reacquainted you two...."
Hex pressed a button on a remote that he retrieved from his pocket, and the amazon princess watched as the double doors swung inward once more.
Shock and amazement lit Wonder Woman's face as she stared at what had been done to Wonder Girl. A duplicate latex catsuit tightly encased the unfortunate teen, packaging her like a carbon copy of the more statuesque Wonder Woman. The whiners were in place as well, deeply burrowed in the stretchy black fiber. Suspended on a cable, the girl wonder rolled toward the amazon princess, carried forward by the mechanical conveyor belt above.
As Wonder Girl came nearer, the amazon realized that her sibling was stifling tears from her extreme duress. Tessa had obviously succeeded during ‘playtime' more frequently than Hex. The whiners were buried at least a half inch deeper on every part of Wonder Girl's latex prison. The bulging protrusions across the suit spoke volumes about the discomfort of the occupant, and even the slightest of motions sent an agony of distress through the completely rigid captive. It was readily evident that Wonder Girl had been unable to control her reactions to the stimulation. Undoubtedly, it was because Drusilla had been totally inexperienced with the sheer magnitude of sensations like these. They were all new to her, and she had reacted explosively. Fury and despair raged through the captive Wonder Woman as she realized that she could not protect or free her sister from these evil villains.
The conveyor stopped abruptly as Wonder Girl reached a point some three feet in front of Wonder Woman. The two sisters stared at one another, the empathy almost palpable as they sorrowed for what had been done to the other.
Tessa was the first to break the silence. "Looks like our ladies have had a rough day. I think we should probably leave them alone for awhile, eh?"
Hex looked like he disagreed, but would bow to his mate's superior wisdom.
Hex and Tessa walked to the double doors, Wonder Woman following them closely with her limited vision. Hex twisted the dial on the lights, darkening the room to the faintest of illumination.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" remarked Tessa, running back to the two suspended amazons. Wonder Woman coughed emphatically into the gag to signify her displeasure as she felt and heard the zipper to her crotch open rapidly. The long, hard cylinder that suddenly pressed against her lower lips could only be the rubber dildo. Wonder Woman felt it slide inward with grudging resistance, heard the opening zip shut. Then she heard the zipper on Wonder Girl's suit, as Drusilla received the same prize. Despite their anger, neither amazon dared to move, since the whiners were still active.
Tessa trotted back to the door, meeting Hex at the open portal. "There now, much better, don't you think?"
Hex nodded his approval, a sly smile creeping into his face. As Hex exited into the corridor beyond, Tessa turned once more to the captives...her finger depressing the button on the remote control hidden in her jacket. Then the door swung shut behind the villainess, as she hummed a merry little tune while she caught up with her lover...
Both dildos began vibrating eagerly, impacting against the tight confines of their prison walls. The latex held them tightly in position. There was no chance that they would be ejected by the struggling captives.
Through the long, dark night the silence of the room was broken only by occasional explosive moans and gasps of orgasming captives...followed by the loud buzz of whiners contracting.....
CHAPTER 3 PINBALL WIZARD
When Wonder Girl next awoke, she found herself alone in another dimly lit room. The first thing she noticed, with a considerable sigh of relief, was that she the crushing latex had been removed. Her costume was now back in place, fitted perfectly to her young, lithe body. That was something, at least. The latex prison had finally squeezed her into unconsciousness, the powerful orgasms unstoppable in their awful tenacity. Each new orgasm fueled the vehicle for her own demise, as the involuntary muscle spasms of her many climaxes contracted the whiners. The last thing she remembered before succumbing to the awful pressure was the despairing look in Wonder Woman's eyes, as she watched her younger sister pass out.
Now she awoke, seated in a wooden straight-backed chair, with a spotlight above her. Steel cuffs had been secured about her booted ankles, followed by chains that traveled across the stone floor to two large rings set on either side of her chair. It allowed her enough leeway to stand and move each leg several inches in any direction, but no more. The wrist bracelets were clamped by similar cuffs, though the chains here allowed her considerably more movement. The chains here led downward to another two rings set into the floor, positioned a little further outward than the ankle rings.
Drusilla stood, and applied all of her strength in an attempt to twist or break the chains. Those efforts failed. She tried to pull the four rings from the stone floor. Again, she was unsuccessful. The teen realized belatedly that her strength wasn't fully restored yet, especially after last night's exertions. And Hex and Tessa had obviously applied their ‘secret formula', HT, to the chains and restraining bolts. Her strength wasn't going to succeed here. She obviously needed to wait, watching for an opportunity in which to strike.
The door swung open, the overhead lamps illuminating the entire room brightly as her captors entered through the door. Wonder Girl now had the opportunity to examine the balance of the room in detail. Three of four walls were featureless gray, with no noticeable marks. The wall directly in front of her housed an immense mirror, which stood six feet high and thirty feet wide. It reflected back the occupants in the room, and the drab unending walls of her prison. In the far left corner of the front wall, a darkened vidscreen hung quietly.
"Good morning, Wonder Girl...did you have a relaxing evening?" Tessa quipped.
"Yes, very restful...you should try it sometime..." Drusilla shot back.
"Good to see she still has some spunk left, eh?" remarked Hex to Tessa. "She's going to need it."
"Quite so, quite so..." giggled Tessa. "Especially when she gets to play the game..."
"What game?" Drusilla asked, unable to resist.
"Why, this one, of course." Hex pressed a panel on the wall. A section of the stone slid upward, and the floor in front of Drusilla slid quietly to her left. As the movement progressed, an old-style pinball machine came into view, riding atop a conveyor belt that moved it across to her. It stopped directly in front of the young amazon, situated perfectly for gameplay.
There were the standard flippers, with multiple bells and bumpers. Several ladders and rails gleamed in bright silver, alongside the multicolored panels and displays. The interior was obviously new, with little or no usage in evidence. The backboard showed room for four players, as well as bonus match indicator for winning extra plays. It also held the name of the game: "The Mistress of Mayhem".
Behind the glass top, there were several zones inside the machine. Hex's Haven. The Void. Tessa's Pincers. The Maelstrom. The fact that it had been personalized with her captor's names concerned Wonder Girl. What possible meaning did it have?
Hex stepped forward. "The game is quite simple, really. We're going to give you one credit on the machine, which will allow you five pinballs. You must score as high as you possibly can. You can earn free balls, or a free game, just as you might in any standard pinball machine."
"That's it?" asked Wonder Girl, slightly incredulous and suspicious at the simplicity of the task.
"Not quite..." answered Tessa.
Here it comes, thought Drusilla.
"We need to provide you with the proper motivation" Tessa replied. Both captors turned to the vidscreen. The display lit quietly, the camera displaying the smooth gleaming metal and softly defined curves of a spacious passenger compartment. It took Wonder Girl a few seconds to recognize the features. It was the interior of a private compartment on a maglev train.
"Do you recognize it?" asked Hex.
"Yes...it's a maglev compartment..." replied Wonder Girl cautiously.
"Watch closely..." instructed Hex.
The vidscreen zoomed in on the front of an air conditioning unit. A pair of hands appeared in the display, and removed the polished stainless steel cover. Below the compressor, nestled quietly and unobtrusively in a corner of the air-conditioning compartment, sat a bomb. Wonder Girl immediately noticed the timer, which was frozen at 00:00:01. One second from detonation.
"As you probably know, the maglev runs from San Angeles to New York continuously. The explosive within the bomb is more than sufficient to destroy the train, killing every living thing on board...." Hex stated.
"You wouldn't!!" exclaimed Wonder Girl.
"Sure we would!" laughed Hex, "but that all depends on you...".
"Now, watch closely Wonder Girl.." said Tessa. The villainess walked to the pinball machine, and pressed a button mounted on the side of the score-keeping display. The score jumped to 100,000 instantly. As the score on the machine jumped, so did the amount of time remaining on the bomb. It now read 24:00:01, and instantly began counting down. Drusilla watched as the hands on the vidscreen replaced the cover to the compartment. The deadly device was now effectively concealed.
Hex smiled at the captive. "And so the game begins, my dear. For each 100,000 points that you earn playing pinball, you also earn 24 hours of delay on the bomb. So 200,000 will detonate in two days, 300,000 in three days...and so forth."
"But what possible use could that serve?" asked the puzzled teen.
"It will amuse us." Hex answered. "It's so very boring in this room."
Tessa continued. "I'd advise you to play to the best of your ability, Wonder Girl. After all, you don't want to be responsible for all those casualties do you? And who knows...given enough time, the bomb may be discovered and defused. Or perhaps you'll escape and defuse it yourself. In any case, each day gives the people on that train a reprieve from the dire fate that awaits them."
Though the situation was grim, Wonder Girl almost smiled. Almost. The villains couldn't know her secret. As a teen who seldom got the chance to visit outside of Paradise Island, she had become enthralled with two aspects of American society. The first was rock and roll dancing. She loved to tear up the dance floor, listening to the heavy beat of the wild music.
The other was video games, especially pinball. She had become quite adept, playing all of the newer and older machines as frequently as possible. She regularly won free games, and occasionally set high scores. This was an area that was well suited to her teen abilities...and one in which she had plenty of practice.
The hard part would be getting a sense of what combinations of actions generated the most points. Would it be Hex's Haven, followed by Tessa Pincer's? Or repeated visits to ‘The Maelstrom'? In any of the games she had played, there was always an agenda of actions that needed to be completed in order to win extra credits, or a free ball.
No matter. Wonder Girl was confident that she would rapidly discern the pattern that made this machine tick, and make it her own. There were only a limited number of possibilities...and she would explore them until the correct patterns turned up.
"Ready, Wonder Girl?" asked Hex.
Wonder Girl stared silently at her captor, refusing to answer. This was too complex a scheme, too detailed a trap for a simple game of pinball.
"Perhaps she needs some help..." replied Tessa, who carefully reached over and pressed the start button. Ching! The credit on the machine disappeared, and a silver ball ejected outward into the start aisle.
Wonder Girl put her hands on the corners of the machine, middle fingers firmly positioned on the flipper buttons. She gave them a few random flips, watching the speed and length of coverage carefully. A whirl of flickering lights and gleaming displays winked at her, beckoning the gameplay to begin.
Then, with her manacled right hand, she reached down and pulled the plunger back, releasing it against the waiting silver sphere.....
**** The instant the plunger slid from her fingers, the room flooded with additional light. Wonder Girl's focus on the motion of the ball was torn away instantly by what she now saw. The huge mirror in front of her faded to transparency...and Drusilla now realized it had been a trap all along. A warehouse behind the two-way mirror popped into view, the huge floor space filled to capacity by a sight that chilled her to the bone.
It was an absolutely perfect replica of the pinball machine that stood before her, with three important differences.
First, the size. It was immense, thirty feet wide and easily a hundred feet long. Each flipper seemed to be six feet in length, a huge parody of the tiny flippers in front of Drusilla. The bumpers were five feet in diameter, a monstrous enlargement of the mechanical devices that she usually played. Every feature of the machine in the warehouse was a grossly enlarged version of the one below her.
Second, the backboard. There was no backboard on the warehouse version, so the score would only be kept on Drusilla's machine. This was probably due to the height of the machine in the room beyond...a backboard would have required a seventy foot ceiling, or more.
Third, the pinball. In the machine before Wonder Girl, a one-inch silver ball gleamed brightly back at her. In the warehouse version, an absolutely transparent shiny glass ball, three feet in diameter shone.
And inside that ball, squeezed to impossibly small dimensions, was a tightly bound and severely compressed Wonder Woman!!
**** Wonder Woman, waiting alone in the dark until now, had only been able to theorize about how she had been bound. She could feel the bondage implements and devices where they had been applied to her, but had been unable to see exactly how they were attached. Now, as the room suddenly filled with light, she was able to confirm much of what she suspected.
She had been bound in a fetal position, and stuffed inside some kind of glass ball. The clear crystal was at least two inches thick, and had no visible seam that she could determine. There was no movement possible for her within the extremely limited confines, but that hadn't stopped Hex and Tessa from adding to her discomfort.
Her captors had bound her forearms to her biceps with three separate rubber straps, so that her wrist, forearm, and elbow were all secured as one. Her wrists were now situated at shoulder level, her hands peeking above the collarbone to fall in line with each ear. Two more straps secured the immobile arms to her torso, with straps above and below her breasts, encircling her torso front to back.
Her legs had been bent upward, so that her knees now touched her shoulders, and by coincidence, her wrists. The strapping process had been repeated, attaching the calf to each associated thigh so that no flexing of the legs was possible. Her boots had been removed, the severe position stretching her toes backward inside her prison, the tops of each foot pressing against the smooth surface of the interior of the ball.
It was as if someone had asked her to kneel on the ground, hold her hands to her shoulders, and press her entire chest to the floor with no use of her arms. Only they hadn't asked. Hex and Tessa had taken the liberty, securing her into the tightest of ball-ties before bending her to match the curvature on the inside of the sphere. Her spine was curved into a fetal position and pressed against the back of the interior within the glass, forcing her head to bow slightly forward. The tops of her feet, the front of her ankles, and her kneecaps all pressed against the front side of the interior. It was beyond claustrophobic.
Light reflected sensuously off the gleaming nylons that still encased her legs, the shiny material highlighting the tightly stretched muscles beneath. What remained of the rest of her costume consisted of her tiara, her golden belt, and her star-spangled panties. The bustier was gone, removed so that her proud breasts could thrust forward freely. They hadn't. The reason for this was that they had been imprisoned. A rubber strap pushed deeply across the vertical face of each breast, molded into a rubber ring that encircled the root of each firm orb. A second strap, identical to the first, pushed deeply across the horizontal. It too was molded to the rubber ring.
The heavy rubber rings that encircled the base of each breast were then riveted to a strap that encircled her torso, and had been cinched at least two notches beyond what was taut. The bondage ‘bra' wasn't going anywhere soon. The arrangement pushed her breasts upward and outward, thrusting them defiantly forward.
But the attachments hadn't ended there. At the intersection of the two straps, sealing each straining nipple within, a suction cup lovingly enclosed the pink nodules. The clear silicon cups pressed deeply into the soft breast to ensure a vacuum seal, yet never quit touched their contents. At the end of each cup, just a half inch beyond the tip of each nipple, two thin lines of plastic tubing jutted outward. These snaked across her doubled legs, attaching themselves to two black boxes that were mounted to the interior wall of the sphere. Halfway down the length of the suction cup, two metal claws positioned themselves on either side of the nipple, an alignment that generated concern. A thin steel rod attached to each claw, wending upward to a tiny actuator at the apex of the cup.
It didn't look promising for the amazon.
A much thicker set of tubing attached to the rubber pump gag that currently filled her mouth, stifling any sound she might attempt. Wonder Woman bit down hard, but the elusive rubber balloon inside her mouth evaded any puncture. She followed the line of black plastic tubing, tracing it backward from her gag. It attached to a nozzle on one of the black boxes. At least there was some airflow. Small fans in each box whirred silently, the only conduit to the outside as far as the amazon could tell. A gentle breeze wafted across her, supplying just enough oxygen to breathe.
Wonder Woman tried desperately to shift her position, to bring some type of pressure to bear on the seemingly fragile glass. But her struggles had no effect, at least on the prison.
The effect they did have was in her nether regions. Her movements reminded her that Hex and Tessa had included other toys.
Dildos in fact. Two of them. Her captors had carefully cut the seam of her star-spangled panties, sliced a neat little hole in the pantyhose, and inserted the forward dildo through the now available opening. The anal dildo followed, inserted past a second small hole in the rear of the shiny blue satin.
Then the seams had been carefully sewn shut, her captors even taking the time to carefully realign the stars back to their original positions. Her own panties now became a liability, an enemy that assisted in securing the dildos deep within her. To eject the huge invaders, Wonder Woman would have to remove the blue satin tights...and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon based on her position.
As Wonder Woman stared down, she realized that a tiny section of each seam had remained unsewn. It was the smallest of openings, just large enough for the two thin electrical wires to emerge from both fore and aft dildos. Those wires wound across the interior of the sphere to the ominous black boxes, then disappeared within. Another disturbing prospect.
The final indignity was the bondage collar, a stiff leather choker that stretched from the base of her chin, clenched tightly about her neck, and descended to her shoulders. It kept the back of Wonder Woman's head pressed firmly against the interior of the glass ball, and allowed her no opportunity to realign her field of view. She simply couldn't turn her head.
All of these details flashed rapidly into Wonder Woman's mind as she surveyed her situation. The straps were obviously mixed with HT, since all of her efforts in the dark had failed to free her. The amazon princess was trying to decide what to do when the massive jolt exploded her forward, accelerating her from a complete standstill to breakneck speed in an instant. The glass pinball was spinning wildly, rotating its prisoner in all directions as it zoomed up a narrow corridor...
*** Wonder Girl was so stunned by the sudden change of events that she failed to respond to the gameplay for several seconds. The silver pinball dropped through the gates at the top of the machine, bounding crazily back and forth between two bumpers.
DING-DING-DING-DING!!!
A thunderstruck Drusilla watched as the exact same motions were repeated in perfect detail on the warehouse machine. Wonder Woman was bounced wildly between five-foot bumpers, jerked crazily to and fro as the actuators responded to the impact. The glass sphere came rolling downward, and bounced hard against a flipper. Still paralyzed by the events transpiring, Wonder Girl failed to react. Both silver ball and glass sphere rebounded upward, then slid gracefully down the center chute, where they rested momentarily before being ejected back into the plunger aisle.
Ball one had just been lost.
A horrified Wonder Girl stood with mouth agape, shocked into silence by the enormity of the deception.
"Gee, Wonder Girl, I expected you to do better than that!" laughed Tessa. She pointed to the display, where the score read 102,000.
"What have you done to Wonder Woman!" screamed Drusilla, both angry and appalled at the terrible imprisonment of her sister.
"Why, my dear Wonder Girl," Hex remarked smoothly, "I thought we explained all this. You have complete control over the pinball machine. Both machines in fact. We've even given you considerable motivation. A little discomfort for your sister, or the needless deaths of innocent bystanders. Seems like an easy choice to me..."
"You bastards!" shouted Wonder Girl, realizing now why the ‘game' had been so easy on her. To win time against the detonation of the bomb, she had to abuse her sister in this nefarious machine. It was a lose-lose situation.
"If it helps any," Tessa stated, "Wonder Woman can't see you, or anything else in this room. The two way mirror is now more brightly lit in the warehouse. All our little amazon can see is her reflection as she goes rolling around...."
"I won't play!" Wonder Girl exclaimed, removing her hands from the machine and standing upright. "You can't force me!"
"True...True.." said Hex. "But the rules say that the game must be played to completion. If there are credits or unused pinballs left, the detonator will activate after five minutes. So we'll just wait here with you, until....poof!..."
Drusilla looked at Hex in stunned silence.
"You have five minutes to make up your mind." remarked Tessa, pointing to a display on the scoreboard. It read three minutes, and was counting down.
Drusilla watched the display anxiously, trying to determine whether or not to believe the things she had been told. What she had seen of these two so far indicated that they had little regard for anyone but themselves. She realized that they would happily sacrifice others to gain their own goals, and had undoubtedly done so many times before.
As the timer crept below the one minute mark, an angry, confused Wonder Girl made the only decision she could. With the greatest reluctance, she reached forward...then pulled the plunger back, and let fly the next ball in play...
For Wonder Woman, the last few minutes had been surreal at best. The rotating images that had whirled past her had communicated a bizarre new reality....she was a living pinball, trapped inside a giant pinball machine!! It had started with the sudden impact as the ball was fired into the chute. Then the interior had wheeled rapidly past her, the flashing structures allowing only the briefest of glimpses into what the machine contained. She was able to pick out the bumpers, the glass top, the multiple ramps in the huge design. Only her amazon abilities enabled her to make any sense of the cacophony of images. Those quick imprints were all she had time for. When the ball struck the first bumper, she was thrown backward by the force of the responding actuator. The sphere reversed direction instantly, rocketing across the playing surface in the opposite direction.
DING!
The sound had come from two speakers inside the sphere, mounted flush inside the black boxes. The sound echoed in her ears within the tight confines. But that wasn't all that echoed. BBRAPP! The vaginal dildo jolted into action, an intensely strong, sharp buzz exploding inside her for a mere tenth of a second. The shock of the sensation took her completely by surprise, as the sudden impact ended almost before it had begun. The tingling aftereffects, though, were another story. She could feel the warm afterglow left in their wake, a sensation that was due to continue for some time....
She was still coming to grips with this distressing aspect when the pinball hit the second bumper.
DING!
Again the speakers sounded, the din echoing less than a second after the sound of the first impact. BBRRTT! A shocked Wonder Woman tried to jump forward, as the anal dildo burst into life for a tenth of a second. The tingling inside her expanded in size, as the muscles both fore and aft endured the sudden vibration. She should have known, might even have guessed that this would be the sequence of events...but it would not have alleviated the sharp provocation inside of her. Again she reversed direction...
DING! BBRAPP!
DING! BBRRTT!
Wonder Woman felt two more solid impacts as the ball reversed twice more. Her insides felt the instant impact of the vibrators, and were warming slowly to the repeated attention. Then, thankfully, the pinball rolled free of the bumper area. She felt herself wheel downward, sensed the thump of the sphere against one of the huge flippers, then watched as she rebounded and rolled into the bowels of the machine. The sphere thudded to a sudden stop.
Was it over? she thought. Her answer came in less than a second. The transparent sphere was ejected from the darkness, and came to rest in the chute once more. Wonder Woman knew that Hex and Tessa had designed this machine as some kind of bizarre sexual game...one in which the amazon princess was sure to be both winner and loser....
She wasn't looking forward to becoming the next ball in play, and her captors seemed to know this. After all, they made her wait almost four minutes before pulling the plunger again....
Wonder Girl's hand released the plunger, and she watched as the silver ball rocketed upward. What kind of stress would that put on an amazon body? Wonder Woman would undoubtedly suffer from the rapid accelerations inside the machine, Drusilla knew. She watched as the ball tumbled down the dividers, and began smashing into the bumper area.
DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!
Six thousand points. Well, at least I'm off to a good start, thought Wonder Girl. Hex and Tessa smiled. So was Wonder Woman.
Drusilla's eyes scanned upward, locating the transparent sphere and its hapless occupant. She watched for a fraction of a second, then realized that this had been her mistake the last time. She had to win at this game...innocent lives were at stake. And she knew that there was only one way to do so...she had to ignore what was happening to Wonder Woman in the machine beyond. If she focused on the larger sphere, she would lose concentration on the smaller pinball in front of her. Wonder Girl gritted her teeth, and devoted all of her attention to the silver sphere that was now descending toward the flippers...
The ball flew down the center aisle. Inside the sphere, Wonder Woman was trying to resist, but the constant sexual attention had already begun to take its toll. Her body was slowly responding to the blandishments of the vibrators, the moistness inside her panties spreading with each passing second.
Wonder Girl stabbed the right flipper, and the ball fired upward instantly, settling into a depression labeled "Tessa Pincers". KLAK! The ball ejected immediately, adding a thousand points to the score. Wonder Girl struck the flipper again, the ball repeating the visit. KLAK! KLAK! Two thousand points this time.
Simultaneously, Wonder Woman felt the drop as the ball settled into the groove for the Pincers. KLAK! sounded from the speakers. Inside the suction cups, the metal pincers activated, biting down hard on two tender nipples. The sphere vaulted outward...but a moment later, the speakers echoed again...KLAK! KLAK! Two hard bites quickly assailed her. Wonder Woman would have jumped if she could, but there was no room for the reaction.
Then she hurtled out again, and a flipper fired her upward to a side alley called "The Void". A second before exiting, the orb depressed a metal switch in the center of the alley.
SSSUMMP!
Wonder Woman heard the distinct sound from the speakers, followed by the sharp hissing of air. Within seconds, she felt her bitten nipples strain upward. The air was being evacuated from within the suction cups! Her nipples pulled forward, stretching for the terminus of the clear plastic cups.
MMMPH!! resounded in the clear lucite prison, as Wonder Woman expressed her opinion on this latest development. The tingling that had been localized between her hips was now joined by an erotic thrill as her nipples became engorged. Things were speeding up for the amazon princess.
DING-DING-DING-DING!!!
KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!
Wonder Girl was slowly developing a rhythm with the machine, becoming more able to judge the speed, direction, and response time of the various components. Tessa's Pincers seemed to add a thousand bonus points on top of the score from the previous visit...and the teen quickly realized that these points could be a huge component of her total score if she struck there enough. The bumpers were only useful if you got the ball trapped between two of them...then it racked up points quite rapidly. The Void added five thousand per visit...but it was difficult to aim for a side alley.
While Wonder Girl was discovering what made the machine tick, Wonder Woman was discovering something quite different. The cunning nature of the design. As play continued, another KLAK! KLAK! KLAK! from Tessa's Pincers. Her engorged nipples, pulled forward by the suction from the Void, were assaulted on an area that had remained previously untouched.
"MMMMPHHH!!!" sounded again inside the orb as the site was revisited.
It was a devious twist, a clever strategy that allowed the Pincers to access more of the nipple than they should have.
Drusilla fired again, aiming for a depression on the left labeled the "Arctic Circle".
BBRRING! Seven thousand rolled onto the score.
But the ball didn't eject right away. She watched as an ice coated nozzle rose from a slot in the playing field. A cold freon mist fired outward at the static silver sphere. Oh no!
Wonder Woman felt the temperature change instantly. A comfortable seventy degrees had dropped to a chilling thirty five. Goosebumps appeared on the smooth, tanned skin as the muscles tried to warm themselves. Wonder Woman began shivering rapidly, her body trying to regenerate the lost heat as rapidly as possible.
Wonder Girl tore her eyes away from the glass in front of her, and immediately locked her sights on the clear orb in the warehouse beyond. The effects from the Circle were evident even at this distance, a thin layer of ice attaching to the left side of the ball. As the concerned Drusilla watched, the ball was ejected. The teen had broken her own rule...the sphere skittered down the board, and glanced at a narrow angle off the left flipper before descending into the reset area. Ball two had been lost.
Drusilla wasted no time, firing the freezing pinball upward.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Bumpers again. When the ball reached the flippers, she was ready. A stab from her finger, and the ball fired to the right, narrowly catching the lip of "The Sahara".
BEEE-OOOP! chimed from the speakers. Another Seven thousand. Drusilla watched nervously, as another nozzle rose from a slot in the board. She just had to be right...
A tiny flame shot outward, heating the pinball rapidly! Wonder Girl breathed a sigh of relief.
Wonder Woman, shaking vigorously in freezing confines, was immensely relieved as the temperature readjusted to the seventy degrees that it had been previously. She had no time to revel in her newfound comfort, however. She was still recovering from the chill when the ball ejected to the playing field again, and was fired at more targets.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
KLAK!
DING! DING!
Wonder Girl stopped the flipper as the ball descended the left actuator aisle, and caught the silver pinball in a perfectly orchestrated move. It was the ideal situation for a player. She could now aim the ball precisely at any target that she wanted. For most players, this was a situation to be taken advantage of immediately. But Drusilla hesitated...since there was more at stake in this game than the mere collection of points. She wanted to give Wonder Woman as long a reprieve as possible from the grueling ordeal. Twenty seconds stretched to thirty...then the actuator failed for just a second, forcing the ball back into motion.
"Damn!" Wonder Girl muttered harshly under her breath as she gritted her teeth. She realized as she pounded the traitorous flipper that Hex and Tessa would never have left such an obvious loophole. She concentrated her next shot at the ramp leading to Hex's Haven...and watched as the ball ascended, then dropped from above into that area.
"UUUMPPH!" rushed out of Wonder Woman as she felt the jarring impact of the fall. The ball came to rest with the amazon princess upright, allowing her to stare down the length of the playing field to the flippers beyond....
ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!
The sound amplified in volume, as the points clicked onto the board. Five hundred. A thousand. Fifteen hundred. On and on it went, growing with each passing second. Wonder Girl devoted all of her attention to the ball, ready for the split second eviction that would eventually occur....
She did not see Hex smile wolfishly.
Inside the sphere, Wonder Woman felt each ‘ting!' distinctly. VERY distinctly. It was a totally different sensation from the previous actions, and again she was unprepared.
Previously, when she had struck the bumpers, the vibrators had given her a short, sharp buzz along the entire dildo. The repeated hits had now excited her considerably, as evidenced by the dark stain that was spreading outward on the crotch of her dampened panties.
With the first ‘ting!', a narrow, circular cross-section of each vibrator created a thin band of activation that had given her an incredibly powerful jolt from inside. It was as if someone had slipped a ring onto the dildo, and activated only that quarter inch band of circular material. The ring of action had started at the base of each companion, but with each ‘ting!', the bands had ascended upward, drilling deeper into her recesses. Wonder Woman tried to refuse the effects of this attention, but the responses of her body would not be denied. It was too different, too unique... The buzzing climbed upward like a thousand wasps, vibrating her intimate areas relentlessly an inch at a time. She felt the escalating sensations, and realized with both fear and anticipation that she was rapidly approaching orgasm....
TTTTING!
As the score reached its crescendo, so too did Wonder Woman...
"MERCIFUL MINERVA!" flashed through her mind, the only thought Wonder Woman had time for before she crested the peak...
UUUMMPH! UUUMMMPPPHH! MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!! MMM-MMMPHHH!!!! MM-MM- MMM-MMMM-MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!
A cataclysmic orgasm exploded within her, the raging detonation bursting outward, as the entire sphere rocked wildly from the response. The powerful Wonder Woman was gyrating madly from the uncontrollable sensations, her entire body fighting vehemently against the restraints. The orgasm thrashed repeatedly throughout her captive body, screaming its victory at finally being freed. And it had brought friends...
She came....
Then came again...
A third orgasm exploded within her...then a fourth! What was happening to her?
A fifth....a sixth! And still the dildos continued their assault, her pleasure centers ringing like fire alarms..
TTTINg! TTTIng! TTTing! TTting! Ttting! tting!
The concentric rings of action descended now, returning to the base of the vibrator from which they had come. Violent aftershocks continued to ripple through the ferociously shuddering Wonder Woman, as her jangled nerves tried to regroup and make sense of the world around them.
A seventh orgasm rocketed her back upward, setting her nerves ablaze just when she thought it was safe again.
The entire orb trembled in place, the mighty muscles of the amazon trying to shake it apart. Wonder Woman, barely coherent from the inconceivable shock of the ordeal, somehow realized what was causing this...
The Golden Belt!
The gleaming golden belt, another gift from the gods. Last night she hadn't worn the belt, and though she had orgasmed from the coercions beneath the latex, it hadn't been a hundredth of the intensity she now felt. Part of her incredible powers and abilities as Wonder Woman were razor sharp senses, multiplied far beyond what any human could even dream of. Apparently, that enhancement was directly due to the golden belt. And it definitely wasn't meant to multiply sensations like this.
The amazon princess had never tried to become sexually excited in her guise as Wonder Woman. She knew subconsciously that her role was not something to be trifled with. Each cutting edge reaction served a distinct purpose, and would be called upon only when needed in her fight against evil.
Until now.
Those keenly honed nerves had detonated with sensation, working together to deliver a massive blow to her pleasure centers. Multiplied a hundredfold, it was like a sledgehammer of raw sexual bliss smashing into her. Had she been Diana Prince, she would have been knocked unconscious for hours by the blast. But as Wonder Woman, her superheroine abilities sustained her, forcing her to experience the full weight of the orgasms without reprieve.
An eighth and ninth orgasm continued the sensory overload. Her powerful frame was quaking with reaction now, and efforts that could have stopped a dozen armies were directed at shivering her uncontrollably.
"MM-MM-MM-MM-MPPH!!!!" echoed repeatedly inside the orb. A dimly aware part of Wonder Woman was shocked to realize that her own lungs were generating the explosive moans.
On the scoreboard, Wonder Girl was surprised and pleased by the new score, realizing that Hex's Haven had added forty thousand points during the short visit. The teen realized that this could raise her score significantly, and planned to repeat the play whenever the chance became available.
Drusilla watched as the ball was ejected, too busy to notice another indicator on the board. Hex and Tessa noticed, though. They had been watching the indicator quite closely for some time now. The field was labeled "Bonus Match"...and it now read nine. It was by no coincidence that this was number happened to match another count...the number of orgasms experienced by the helplessly quivering Wonder Woman.
The game continued, with Wonder Girl aiming her shots at the side targets while she continued to accumulate points from the bumpers.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
This time, the ball rolled down an alley on the left side. "The Press". Wonder Girl watched as another metal switch depressed, adding two thousand points.
FFFFAAAHH!
As the sound continued from the speakers, a recovering Wonder Woman felt the tension on her nipples suddenly decrease, the suction easing...but the release didn't stop there. The pressure inside the suction cups reversed, then began to increase. Her nipples were pushed backward by the barometric change, forced inward onto her breasts. The sensitive nubs were now locked in a pressure cooker, the density of the air squeezing them from all sides as it pushed them back. She was still coming to grips with this when she landed in Tessa's Pincers again...
KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!
"GGRRRMPPH!" shot out from behind the gag as the Pincers descended repeatedly. The new positioning had enabled the clamps to whack into the very tips of her nipples. Another stroke of genius from the perverted pair....
The ball ejected from the Pincer's, and Wonder Girl made another play to stop the ball in mid-motion for perfect aim. It was a mistake. The ball had just a little too much momentum, and began rolling across the very end of the flipper. Drusilla released the flipper quickly, stabbing outward again to try and add some lateral momentum, but the move came too late. Ball three sailed down the center, out of play.
Ball four hit the field just shy of the five minute mark. Wonder Girl had waited till the last possible moment, in an effort to allow her sister as long a reprieve as possible. Then the game began again.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
KLAK! KLAK!
SSUUMP!!
ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!
FFFFAHHH!
Wonder Girl was impressive, her gameplay knocking targets down all over the board. She was focused on what she now believed was one of the primary goals in the game. A ramp led upward to a section called "The Maelstrom"...an entrance that was blocked until now. Drusilla had been taking out the side targets one at a time, and was relieved and pleased when the last target also brought down the gate to the ramp.
The teen was patient this time, knocking the ball across all areas of the board, awaiting her chance.
SSUUMP!!
KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!
FFFAHHH!
Finally, the ball descended slowly enough to stop it on a flipper. With great care, Wonder Girl lined up the shot...then fired the ball up the ramp, ecstatic when it crested the hill and rolled into the zone as she planned...
For every collision sustained by ball four, Wonder Woman had once again received a special "prize". Now she felt the sphere descending down a long ramp into a previously unvisited area. Small block letters appeared beneath her view. "The Maelstrom". The ball stopped atop a small pedestal, held in on four sides by small rollers with actuators attached.
And then it began....
KCHOW! KACHOW! KAACHOWWW!!! KAAACCHOWWWW!
Inside the sphere, the vibrators spoke. BBRRT! BRRAAAPP! So too did the suction cups. SSSUMP! FFFAHHH! Then, the vibrators again...TINNNG! TTINNNGGG!!! Then the clamps...KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!
Wonder Woman shuddered as she realized what was happening. MERCIFUL MINERVA!! Her world had gone mad, the Maelstrom creating a random assortment of sequences that combined everything she had experienced thus far!
SSUMP! Her left nipple was pulled forward by suction. FFAHH! Her right nipple was pushed inward by pressure. BBRING! The temperature dropped suddenly, while the suction instantly reversed places on left and right nipples. BRRAP!! The dildos alternated, one second delivering short jabs of excitement, the next rolling upward with the band effect. TTTING!
Wonder Woman began shivering uncontrollably once more as the elements pounded into her, the multitude of effects too much for her already overwhelmed senses. Every nerve ending was on fire with responses to the attention they were getting, sending shrill messages to her brain. And the effects didn't end there....the actuators started.
The entire sphere began rumbling in place, bounced two inches in every direction by the motors. Wonder Woman was tossed left and right, up and down. The vibrations shook the entire world around her as the sphere continued a crazy dance atop the pedestal. This effect was somehow mimicked exactly on the inside of the inflatable pump gag. The bladder that filled her mouth had some kind of ball and motor arrangement buried within it. The inside of her mouth now rumbled and buzzed, adding to the sensations that assaulted her.
Unable to focus due to the number of sensory messages that she received, Wonder Woman shut her eyes to block out what she could. It was a mistake. With no view to distract her, all of her attention converged on the messages from her nerve endings. The relentess vibrators screamed for attention, and they got it. Wonder Woman rapidly ascended to orgasm once more...
MMMPHHHHH!!! GGRRRRMMMPHHHH!!!!! MM- UMMMPPPPHHH!!! UUUMMPH! UUUMMMPPPHH! MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!
Wonder Woman was certain that the heights of sexual bliss attained in the first round of orgasms could never be duplicated, let alone exceeded. After all, the pleasure centers had some kind of inherent limit, didn't they?
She was wrong. The Maelstrom pushed her right to the previous envelope, then moved her past it. She was totally incoherent, a spark plug of sexual passion revved to redline and beyond.
HM-HMM-HHMMM-MMMMPPHH!!!! MM-MM-MM-MM- MMPPPPPP!!!
The sounds echoed on and on within the sphere, as the points continued to accumulate.
Wonder Girl watched in amazement as the score clicked over. KERCHOW! Two thousand points. KERRCHOWWW!! Four thousand. KERRRCHOWWWWW!!! Eight thousand. Each sound from the speakers doubled the previously added score. Drusilla was ecstatic. She watched as the display topped two hundred thousand points, and kept climbing. The ball was still rebounding tightly in place, continuing to add to her score.
KERRRCHOWWW! KERCHOWWWWW! KERCHOWWWW!!
As suddenly as it had begun, it ended, the ball ejecting down the playing field. Drusilla, prepared for the response, put the ball back in play immediately. Within seconds, she had maneuvered the silver sphere to a standstill once more.
Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was perspiring profusely inside the sphere. Her lungs pumped madly to refuel what oxygen they could, gulping in huge amounts of air to replenish the supply that had been exhausted. Her muscles were no longer obeying her direct commands. Instead, they quavered uncontrollably, like a runner who had collapsed after a race. The amazon, thankful for the momentary rest, used it to try and regain some measure of control.
Drusilla fired the actuator once more. With an incredible bit of luck, she watched as it sped up the ramp and entered The Maelstrom once more....
**** The gameplay of ball four continued on for some time, the skillful Drusilla making good use of everything she had learned about the machine. When a sudden spin tore the ball out of her grasp and into the bowels of the machine, she had accumulated another seventy thousand points.
Ball five was put into play four minutes later.
Again, the cacophony of lights and buzzers flowed, generating points to the waiting scoreboard. Drusilla was so intent on the game that she was almost able to forget what was going on in the warehouse beyond. She had blocked out all distractions, even those of Hex and Tessa watching over her with eagle-bright attention.
Hex and Tessa had indeed been watching intently...but their eyes weren't really on Wonder Girl. Instead, their vision traveled repeatedly to the "Bonus Match" indicator. Seven minutes later, when ball five finally succumbed, Hex turned to Tessa and made direct eye contact. The smiles on the pair of villains told it all.
The "Bonus Match" indicator read one hundred and two.
Incredible! It was beyond Hex's wildest imaginings. He quickly turned to Tessa. "Time to go, love...".
Tessa, realizing her cue, withdrew a syringe from her pocket.
Wonder Girl, high on an adrenaline rush, glanced at the final score. One million, one hundred and ten thousand. She had bought eleven days for the potentially doomed MagLev. She smiled slightly and turned backward to confirm her achievements with her captors. She never completed that turn.
Tessa stabbed Wonder Girl in the right buttock, the powerful sedative taking effect almost immediately. Drusilla slumped to the floor.
"Now, let's go see how Wonder Woman is doing, shall we?" Hex asked.
**** Inside the warehouse, a panel opened on the side of the giant machine. Hex touched a button on a waist-high control panel in front of him. As he did so, a plunger pushed the clear lucite sphere down a long sloping ramp that flowed from the side of the game. The sphere and its contents rolled to a stop before the waiting Hex and Tessa.
Wonder Woman stared out at them. At least she tried to. The amount of moisture on the walls of the sphere made viewing difficult. Both her perspiration and her rapid breathing had saturated the air with humidity.
Another button from Hex, and the fans accelerated the airflow. As the moisture cleared, the villains were overjoyed to view the effects of the endgame on their captive.
Wonder Woman was still shaking like a leaf. The orb rocked slightly, as her muscles trembled against the walls of the sphere. It appeared that the amazon could not quiet them. Her chest heaved in and out, the rubber straps above and below her breasts stretching achingly to accommodate the action. The star-spangled panties were soaked, a darker blue patch extending upward and downward for ten inches in both directions.
It seemed the dildos had earned their pay.
The only aspect that remained unchanged from the woman who had gone into the sphere was the attitude. Anger filled eyes glared at her tormentors, locking on them with justifiable indignation.
"See!" Hex cried. "I told you! That belt makes all the difference! Neither of them came close to this kind of reaction last night...."
"Perhaps..." agreed Tessa grudgingly. "But I'd still like more proof...."
Hex smiled. She was teasing him. She already knew that he was correct. Her comment had another purpose.
"All right, if you insist..." he grinned.
Hex reached for a button on the board. Wonder Woman stared in horror, realizing what was about to happen....
ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!
The dildos jumped into action, banging away inside their clefts. The amazon's nerves were in a state of hyperactivity, and responded instantly to the request.
"MMM-MMMMMPHHHHHHH!"
The third "ting!" bolted her to orgasm, where every aspect of her previous performances was replayed in close-up detail for the nefarious duo.
"See?" said Hex.
Tessa smiled mischievously. "Are you absolutely sure?" she asked.
Hex reached again....
"MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MMPHHHHHHH!"
"Hmmm..looks like you're right after all." Tessa declared.
"I think our little amazon has had enough of a workout for today" Hex stated. She'll be hyperexcited for quite a while if our theories on the belt are correct." Another button. Wonder Woman watched the sleeping gas as it hissed into the sphere. She was too worn out to do anything about it. Sleep reached up and claimed her.
Drusilla awoke to find Hex standing over her. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her. It was enough, since Hex held her in the grip of the magic lasso.
"Follow me" he commanded.
Drusilla had no choice. She walked behind her captor, following him down several flights of stairs. Both stopped before an iron door.
Hex removed a key, then led Drusilla in.
Inside the room was an archaic rack, used for stretching female prisoners. The manacles on the rack sparkled slightly, a sure indication that they had been treated with HT. On a table next to the rack, a dozen or more bondage toys awaited. The core of the assortment included five dildos in various shapes and sizes.
"Oh no, not again!" thought Wonder Girl.
Behind the table, grinning from ear to ear, stood Tessa. Hex handed her the end of the lasso, then exited the room, closing the door behind him. Wonder Girl stared in concern and bewilderment at the joy in Tessa's face. She couldn't understand how such a simple thing could delight her captor to this extent.
Tessa laughed aloud as she raised the item in her left hand even higher.
Held aloft, shining radiantly in the reflected light, was the teen's Golden Belt.....
CHAPTER 4 RAILWAY RIDE
The next time Wonder Woman awoke, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and a bomb was ticking.
As Wonder Woman slowly regained consciousness, her first view was that of desert sand..miles of it. Her second view was that of Hex and Tessa standing over her, with Tessa holding one end of the golden lasso. The other was looped about the midriff of the toned amazon. Behind the villainous due, the black limo awaited. It was obvious that the unconscious heroines had been transported during the night, and redeposited here.
‘Here' was the middle of the desert. There were few sights to see other than the scorching sun, the burning sand, and the cactus dotting the landscape. That was why the railway car immediately grabbed Wonder Woman's attention.
It was an antique, one of the very old "push-pull" types that were all but extinct. Dating from the 1800's, it was little more than four wheels, a platform, and the push-bar mechanism. The versions she had seen in museum photographs had shown two men standing on the platform. One stood at the front of the car, facing back, while the other stood at the back end, facing forward toward his partner. In front of each man was a "T" shaped handle that extended from the center of the car. The operation of the vehicle was simple. The first man pushed down on his end of the "T", while the second man allowed his end of the bar to rise. When the bar reached the bottom of the stroke for man one, man two began pushing down on his end. Now the first allowed his bar to rise, while the second exerted himself. Each stroke reversed the scenario. While one lifted up, one relaxed. Then vice versa.
Hex and Tessa had taken that simply idea and corrupted it completely.
Theirs was a device with no purpose other than to abuse and humiliate the two heroines. This was instantly obvious to Wonder Woman because Drusilla had already been locked into place on the railway car.
At the front end of the car, an operator usually faced backward. Not so with Wonder Girl. She had been secured facing forward, so that she could view the landscape as it approached. The "T" bar had been heavily modified. At the joint where the central support bar met the workman's handle, a steel choke collar had been welded in place. This now encircled Wonder Girl's slim neck. The handles continued outward from either side of this collar, one bar to the left side of the car, and one bar to the right.
Those left-right handles ended in circular steel cuffs as well. Wonder Girl's right wrist was held four feet away from her left wrist. Both were locked in the steel shackles, held at the same height as the neck collar by the unrelenting metal. It was like a set of stocks from the puritan era, refashioned in steel and realigned so that the captive could stand bolt upright.
This design was the crux of the new leverage for the railway car. When Wonder Girl stood up, the push-bar would be forced upward via the neck and wrists cuffs. That action would apply the needed momentum to the wheels via the central support bar and the gears within. The second half of the stroke simply required that Wonder Girl bend her knees, allowing the bar to relax downward.
It sounded easy.
It wasn't going to be.
Hex and Tessa had added an additional pole to the vehicle. It was fastened dead-center between Wonder Girl's wide-forked legs. Atop the pole, an eight inch rubber dildo awaited. Based on the shape and profile of the item, Wonder Woman was sure that it had the same abilities as her ‘friends' in the lucite pinball. To ensure that the dildo succeeded in its intent, Wonder Girl's booted legs had been locked into manacles as well. The matching left and right cuffs had been welded to the chassis of the car, spreading the teen's lithe legs two feet apart.
Drusilla wasn't going anywhere.
The valiant Wonder Girl tried though. She fought against the steel shackles, trying to bend or crack them. Hex and Tessa hadn't bothered to gag her, so Wonder Woman could hear her sister's grunts of effort as the teen attempted to break free.
Wonder Woman looked on with dismay.
There were other reasons why the teen was struggling so vigorously. Hex and Tessa had left Drusilla with her boots, bracelets, and tiara of her original costume. Nothing else. Wonder Girl was virtually naked. No bustier, no panties, no pantyhose. The athletic body wriggled in the unyielding metal grip, arguing for release.
The villainous pair had then added a smaller version of the rubber ‘bondage-bra' that Wonder Woman had been introduced to previously. The amazon could see that the wires from the suction cups led downward to a box mounted at the front of the railcar. Drusilla probably didn't understand the bra's full potential...but Wonder Woman did. She had experienced it firsthand.
The only other item that adorned the young physique was the teen's golden belt. It was fixed tightly about her waist.
Uh-oh! thought Wonder Woman. It was going to be an exceedingly long ride.
The flashing digital display at the center of the car drew Wonder Woman's attention. The display read three hours, fifteen minutes. And second by second, the numbers descended toward zero. A high-tech bomb.
All of these facets....the lever, the manacles, the bomb, the struggling Wonder Girl...were absorbed by the waiting amazon in a flash. It took just one more second to realize the other half of the plan. At the opposite end of the car, the neck, wrist, and ankle cuffs were currently empty. Below them, a lonely silver pole with a dildo atop it gleamed in the mid-morning sun. Wonder Woman tried to pull back, but Tessa commanded her forward with the power of the lasso. It didn't require the perceptive amazon intellect to know exactly what Hex and Tessa had in mind....
Ten minutes later the railway car was fully staffed, and ready to be propelled down the tracks. On one end, the young, impassioned Wonder Girl struggled wildly to break free. On the other, the patient, experienced Wonder Woman tested her bonds noiselessly. Both were now attired identically, though Wonder Woman's pole harbored a ten inch dildo. Presumably, this reflected her more worldly experience. Both faced outward at their respective ends. Wonder Girl would see where they were going, while Wonder Woman would only see where they had been. They were back to back, separated by a seven foot bar connecting their necks. Both heroines were currently bent slightly at the knees, each trying to avoid first contact with the central pole below them.
"Ladies...so sorry to part ways, but Tessa and I must be off" Hex remarked. "Now that you've discovered our complicity in the sale of government secrets, we have to take certain precautions. We'll relocate our interests abroad, so that no incarceration is possible."
"And what do you plan to do with us?" asked Wonder Woman. The amazon already knew the answer, but stalled for time while she evaluated their predicament.
"You and Wonder Girl are going to be freed...permanently" Hex stated.
Tessa continued. "This railroad leads directly to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of San Angeles. That's eight miles from here. You and Wonder Girl are going to work your way down the tracks until you hit the loading dock at that factory. Then...BOOM!"
"NEVER!" shouted Wonder Girl, twisting wildly. "We'll NEVER give you freaks the pleasure of seeing us work this thing!"
Wonder Woman hesitated before replying...she wasn't so sure. Hex and Tessa had shown a remarkable ability so far of convincing the captives to comply.
"Ah, my dear little one...you'll not only work the bar, but you'll do it fairly rapidly." Tessa answered smoothly. "The bomb on board is tied directly to the speed of the railway car. The slower the car moves, the faster the time elapses. I'm sure you're familiar with the design; after all, you've seen a similar one."
Wonder Girl blushed slightly. She still hadn't gotten the opportunity to tell Wonder Woman about her role in the pinball machine incident.
Wonder Woman, meanwhile, was already calculating the result of such a device. A worried look crossed her face when she realized the outcome of non-participation.
"That's right Wonder Slut...fail to pump, and the bomb goes off within the hour. Pump hard enough to achieve two miles an hour, and the detonation is delayed for ninety minutes. I'd say that you need to achieve about five miles an hour or so to be on the safe side."
"By ‘safe', you mean that we get to explode at the factory, instead of the desert?" said Wonder Woman sarcastically.
"Bravo!" observed Tessa. "Quite correct!"
"If it's all the same to you, I think we'll stay put. At least there won't be any innocent casualties" replied the amazon princess.
"Oooh, bad decision" Hex remarked. "That gives you about fifteen minutes before the bomb goes off. Also, it means that you have no hope of rescue."
"Rescue?" repeated Wonder Girl questioningly.
"Perhaps" declared Tessa. "We've placed the keys to your shackles somewhere on the car. Once you reach the edge of town, you'll have one mile of buildings and pedestrians to pass. Since the minimum allowed speed once reached is two miles per hour, that gives a rescuer thirty minutes to find the keys. You can still be saved."
Wonder Woman craned her head to look back at Wonder Girl. The teen was relieved, almost ecstatic, to realize that hope was in their grasp. She didn't realize that it came at a price.
"Very neat." replied Wonder Woman. "All we have to do is impale ourselves for an hour, perhaps two...then pass naked in front of hundreds of onlookers, while we continue to pump furiously. Hopefully, some bystander will choose to jump on board the platform next to a live, ticking bomb, and find the keys to release us before the end of the line....both figuratively and literally."
"That's it!" remarked Tessa with glee.
"But...we'll be totally HUMILIATED!!" shouted Wonder Girl in horror.
"Yes," Hex replied, "that's the general idea. Hundreds of your most ardent fans get an up-close and personal view of the totally naked Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl, as the superheroine duo repeatedly drive themselves to the heights of sexual nirvana. Quite ingenious, don't you think?"
"It's detestable!" refuted Wonder Woman loudly.
"You don't need to be so cross" said Hex. "After all, we're going to leave you ungagged. You can call to the onlooking crowd for help."
Wonder Woman stared at her captor dubiously. There had to be a compelling reason for doing so. And she was sure that Hex was going to tell her what it was.
"It will be quite amusing, watching the oh-so-powerful Wonder Women...naked...yelling for help. Assuming that the two of you even have the strength left. From what we've seen of the golden belts so far, you'll probably be orgasming so fast and furious that you can't catch your breath to speak.
"And if you CAN speak, your first task will be to yell at your would- be-rescuers to NOT stop the car. What will they think?
"They can only believe that the two of you ENJOY what's happening on the ride, and that you don't want it to stop...."
"Bastard!!!!" spat Wonder Girl vehemently, staring directly at Hex.
But Wonder Woman hadn't given up yet. She locked eyes with Tessa. "Sister...how can you do this? Men are self-centered, conniving...but you can hold yourself to a higher standard. Free us."
Tessa stepped closer. She gazed deeply into Wonder Woman's eyes.
"I think of you like my own sister..." Tessa whispered quietly, locking her eyes on the other. She leaned in close to Wonder Woman, her voice lowering even further. "I hated her!" Then she flicked the key that accelerated the timer, and stepped quickly away. "Adieu, Wonder Sluts. Work quickly now."
Hex smiled once more, then followed his mate back to the limo. A moment later the engine roared to life and the car pulled slowly away. A cloud of dust billowed up in its wake, lingering in the air long after the vehicle had disappeared from sight.
"Wonder Woman, what are we going to do?" asked Wonder Girl. "We can't let them get away with this."
The amazon craned her head as far as she was able to. The LED display was flashing incredibly fast. More than twelve seconds elapsed on the counter for each second of actual time. Wonder Woman quickly calculated that the original three hours on the timer would indeed last about fifteen minutes. The bomb would go off very soon if they did nothing.
"Wonder Girl," she began slowly. "We've got to take this step by step. We have to escape. To do that, we need to come up with a plan."
"OK" agreed Wonder Girl immediately.
"And to come up with a plan, we need time..." Wonder Woman stated. "Something that's quickly slipping away from us."
"Wonder Woman..." faltered Wonder Girl, "You don't mean what I think you do...Do you?"
"I don't see any way around it. You haven't been able to bend or break the bars, have you?"
"No" answered the teen. "They're definitely made with ‘HT'."
"Then we need time to come up some other escape plan. It's unlikely we can do that, and execute it, in less than fifteen minutes.." Wonder Woman stated. "We have to get this thing moving, if only to buy us some time."
Wonder Girl's face was a mask of anger, frustration, and despair when she finally replied.
"I guess so..."
Wonder Woman looked more than a little frustrated as well. "Since we're positioned below the levers, we'll have to push upward to apply the needed force. That means when you stand, I'll be forced downward, and vice versa."
"You mean I'm going to be the one forcing you onto that thing?" asked the totally chagrined Wonder Girl.
"Yes" answered Wonder Woman. "Why don't you start, and I'll follow."
The teen wordlessly bit her lip, then slowly stood. As she did so, the bar that connected her neck and wrists was forced upward by the powerful legs. Consequently, Wonder Woman was constrained to kneel downward, forcing her body to accept the ten inch dildo.
A slight "Ohhhh!" escaped from Wonder Woman's lips as the rod slid inward. Protesting labia grudgingly parted, allowing total access to the amazon's tautly stretched love canal. The pole pushed upward in slow motion, as Wonder Girl continued her progress. Inch by inch the dildo disappeared within, until the teen amazon finally locked her knees.
"Wonder Woman, are you OK?" Drusilla asked with concern.
"Y..Y.yes..." stammered Wonder Woman, who was still coming to terms with the sensations being generated in her loins. "At least we're moving..."
Wonder Girl looked down. It was true. The rail-car was now inching forward at perhaps a half-mile per hour.
"Wonder Girl, I'm going to stand now. Ready?" Wonder Woman asked.
"...Ready..." answered Drusilla hesitantly.
The amazon princess now bent her will to the inverse process, and stood slowly to generate momentum from her bar. Wonder Woman craned backward once more, slowing as Wonder Girl slid downward onto her own pole.
The teen didn't make a sound...but she bit her lip as the dildo made its presence known. Most of the eight inches disappeared by the time Wonder Woman was fully standing. The rail-car accelerated to one mile per hour.
"We've got to move a little faster now" commented Wonder Woman. "We need to move closer to that five mile per hour mark if we want to survive..."
Wonder Girl bit down harder on her lip, but did as asked. Her push upward was faster this time, applying more momentum to the car.
Each successive round made the car move faster, as more force was applied. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl found their task eased somewhat, as their bodies applied increasing lubrication due to the sensations created by the poles.
When the car reached two miles per hour, their situation changed radically.
Wonder Woman heard a sharp * CLICK *. When she stretched to view the LED, she noticed a change on the display. As Tessa had stated, a minimum speed indicator was now lit, with the number "2" occupying the counter. The amazon realized that they had reached the point of no return. They were now committed to maintain this speed - or faster - to avoid the detonation of the bomb. Wonder Woman was mulling this over when she descended once more. Suddenly, she discovered that the timer wasn't the only thing that changed.
Her private parts were now barraged by a new range of emotions, as the previously static dildo applied itself vigorously to the job at hand. First, it had begun to rotate slowly, but not in a circular motion. Wonder Woman suspected that Tessa had reviewed such a boring alternative and rejected it. No, the rotation was one-hundred eighty degrees counter-clockwise as she descended, followed by one-hundred eighty degrees clockwise as she stood. The pole rotated to her left on the way down, then to her right on the way up.
This new fact was immediately felt by the musing amazon. Ever bump, curve, and imperfection on the rubber dildo was now all too clear, as the surface rotated across the velvet lining that hugged it.
But the sensations hadn't stopped their.
Wonder Woman felt a distinct * TING! * begin, which repeated rapidly across the length of the insert. Oh NO!, she thought, recognizing the feeling at once. The rings of sonic inducement traveled upward as she knelt, then downward as she rose.
As the amazon reversed the trend, she watched Drusilla descend.
"OOOHH!" gasped Wonder Girl, the first sounds she had unwillingly uttered since the car began moving. Wonder Woman suspected that the teen hadn't felt the rings before, and was finding them more than a little provoking.
The inducement provided by the sonic rings was more than enough for the two women to wrestle with...but Hex and Tessa plans hadn't stopped there.
On the next plunge, Wonder Woman felt the compression build inside the suction cups, forcing her nipples backward. As she rose, the compression reversed..then neutralized...then became suction. Her nipples went from a forced retreat to an emphatic yearning toward the end of the cups. The effect sent an added jolt of erotic thrill to her nervous system, as the nubs responded to the pumping action.
Wonder Woman was about to turn and check on Wonder Girl, but she never finished the movement.
KLAK!!
"OUCH!" blurted the amazon, having been taken completely by surprise. The actuators snapped down on either side of her sensitive targets, adding to the heavy traffic of sensation that already poured through her.
"Wonder Woman, what's...." KLAK! "YOWWWW!"
Wonder Girl hadn't escaped the nifty little trap either. Drusilla's eyes riveted to the actuators inside the silicon cups...which were currently silent.
Neither heroine spoke for a moment.
Wonder Girl finally asked, "Are they going to keep doing thAA..OOUCH!!" A second KLAK! cut off, and answered, the question at hand.
"Yes" Wonder Woman answered belatedly. "I think it's to make sure that we don't get too relaxed..."
"RELAXED???!!!??" Wonder Girl almost screamed. "Who could be relaxed like this?"
"We'd better keep moving" Wonder Woman reminded her.
The car accelerated as the two heroines continued pumping, and three miles per hour was reached. The desert landscape started to pass by more rapidly now.
KLAK!
"YOUCH!"
ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!
KLAK!
"HUHHH!"
TING tING tiNG tiNG ting!!!!!
"OOOHH!"
As amazon passions slowly rose, Wonder Woman discovered that the rings were not consistent in their tinging. The speed of travel along the surface of the dildo was almost random, so that the heroines couldn't rely on a regular pattern to the sensations. One thrust, and the tinging started at the base and worked its way upward. The next thrust found the tinging at the top of the dildo, working rapidly down. There was no rhyme or reason to the vibrations. Unfortunately, this simply made the inserts more exciting. Sometimes they buzzed against petal-soft love lips, other times they drilled deep within the core of the rapidly breathing heroines.
The klack-ing and ting-ing continued.
Five minutes later, and dozens of pumps up and down, brought the railcar to five miles per hour. The warm glow spreading between her hips was a warning flag to the deeply concerned Wonder Woman. As she continued to analyze their situation, the amazon princess realized that time was an ally to her enemies.
The added sensations from the dildos, coupled with the extensions of their nipples, had already moistened Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl completely. They were fully wet. If the process continued, and they reached orgasm, they were finished. With the golden belts wrapped tightly about them, they would remain at the very edge of an immense sexual cliff. Every thrust downward would trigger a new leap from that precipice, a pummeling of erotic sensations that would shake them to the core. Then they would be forced to the edge again, with the next thrust repeating the dive off the brink.
Once that happened, almost all of their energies would be directed to shuddering muscles and shaking limbs. They would not be able to effectively control their efforts, let alone stay focused on them. They had to escape now.
Wonder Woman's mind raced as the pole continued to work on her.
They had just passed a rusted heap that had long since forgotten that it was a car, when a possible answer finally came to her. The hulking debris reminder her of the nature of metals.
"Wonder....Girl..." the princess stammered as she descended. "I have...a...plan...".
"What is...it?" queried the teen, beginning to succumb to the sensations as well.
KLAK!
"Ouch! .... Metal...they had to mix their compound....with normal...metal..." Wonder Woman stated.
"So?"
"That...means...imperfections. No matter...how pure they tried...to keep it." Wonder Woman breathed.
"What....do we....do?" asked Wonder Girl.
ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!
"We...need to..bend, then break...the metal."
"But I...tried that!..." argued the frustrated teen.
"Not...alone...together... Need to have you...push up...when I push up....pull down...when I pull down..."
"Like...a coat hanger...? Bend it...enough times...and it snaps?..."
"Exactly..." stated Wonder Woman. "Got to...hurry...".
TING tING tiNG tiNG ting!!!!!
On the next ascent, Wonder Girl fought against the efforts of her sister. As Wonder Woman pushed upward, so too did Wonder Girl.
The bar supporting them, attaching them to the gears that moved the car, were now stressed by powerful amazon forces at both ends. Bar one pushed upward with the efforts of Wonder Woman; so did bar two, with the full strength of Wonder Girl.
Wonder Woman was almost ecstatic when she sensed more than felt the give in the metal.
"A..Again!.." she commanded.
The heroines repeated the performance, and this time a noticeable bend appeared in the bar. Wonder Woman's bar rose to a position an inch higher than previously when she stood. But this had an unexpected side effect as well.
During the next descent, Wonder Girl slipped an inch lower than previously anticipated.
"OOOOOHHHH!" escaped from the captive teen as the unexpected drop onto the dildo touched new levels within her.
"AGAIN!" shouted Wonder Woman, realizing that not much time remained.
Another push upward, and another half inch of stressed metal fatigue. The railway car was slowing marginally, as the two heroines worked at odds with each other.
"OOOHH!" breathed Wonder Girl heavily, as another half inch added to her plunge. "Wonder...Woman....I....I'm....close...." the teen warned. "Can't....take...much more..."
TING!!! TING!!!! TING!!!!
"Try...to..hang on..." Wonder Woman coaxed. "Not...much further."
The next stress upward added another half inch to their efforts.
It also added complications....
Wonder Girl had reached her limit, and exceeded it. As Wonder Woman locked her knees upright, the teen orgasmed.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! OOOOOHHH-AAAAHHHH!!! AAHH!!! AAHHH!!!"
Wonder Woman could feel the shuddering muscles of Drusilla as the metal conducted the vibrations across its length.
"AGAIN!!" the princess stated.
But the next thrust barely registered at all. As Wonder Woman pushed to stand up, the weakened Wonder Girl could not fight the effort. She shuddered downward, trying to force her muscles to obey even as she descended.
ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!
Wonder Woman felt the rapidly vibrating bar, and knew that Wonder Girl had orgasmed as soon as the first ‘ting!' resounded. The belt was holding true to its abilities, and was generating a titanic rush of sexual overload to the young teen.
Wonder Girl wasn't going to be able to help herself, let alone help in Wonder Woman's efforts. The amazon knew that she'd have to go on alone, and try to break the junction without Drusilla's help.
And Wonder Woman didn't have much time left. The electric thrills coursing through her own nerve endings told her that she wasn't far behind Wonder Girl. In another minute, perhaps two, they'd both be orgasming.
The amazon princess steeled herself to the conflict she was experiencing. She knew what had to be done. And she knew the cost to Drusilla. When her knees were fully bent, she pushed upward with all of her considerable might.
Wonder Girl rocketed downward onto the pole, as the central bar clanged upward on Wonder Woman's end.
"OHHHH! Ohhhh! AAAAAAH!" sounded in the still desert air, as more vibrations resounded through the metal to the amazon princess.
Wonder Woman thrust upward again.
And again.
Wonder Woman was biting her own lip now, to quell the emotions she felt at causing the responses in her sister. The sensual storm was growing, as each attempt by the amazon pushed Drusilla to greater heights on the precipice. And a little further downward on the pole.
The storm hadn't avoided Wonder Woman, either. Her carefully constructed mental barriers had erected a fortress to hold the sensations at bay.....so far. But the mortar was crumbling, the walls collapsing one brick at a time. Her sexuality was winning, and would break through like some wild beast when it came.
"Just...a little...longer..." thought Wonder Woman, trembling visibly now.
And again she thrust.
And again.
The air was literally ringing with excited cries from the teen as each thrust brought forth a newer and bigger orgasm.
And again.
And again...
On the tenth deep knee bend, Wonder Woman knew the fight was over. She could feel the energies gathering deep in her sex, growing exponentially with each passing instant. The beast was coming. And it would be impossible to stop. The last remnants of the mental fortress shredded into nothingness, crumbled into dust. There was now a clear avenue to the pleasure centers she had hidden for so long.
As her muscles began to quiver in expectation of the orgasm that was due at any second, a desperate Wonder Woman acted. She threw everything she had into one last effort. As Drusilla soared downward, Wonder Woman jammed her wrists, neck, and legs upward with a single, massive stroke.
Everything happened at once.
Wonder Girl screamed in a frenzy of passion from the biggest orgasm yet....
The central bar ripped into two pieces, snapped by the titanic forces applied.....
Wonder Woman cried out with her own planetary orgasm, made more powerful by the repression she had encouraged...
The car began to slow...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" "AAAA-AAHHH-AAAAHHHH - OHHHHH!!!-AHHHHH!!!!" "OOOOHHHH!!! AAHHH!!! AAAIEEHHHHH!!!!"
The resounding echoes pealed outward from the railway car, as two superheroines now added their voices to the show. Inside a mind that was ringing with the deafening applause of sexual overload, the valiant Wonder Woman struggled to regain control of her disobedient body. She knew that the battle wasn't over yet.
With quivering legs, a shuddering, gasping amazon managed to pull herself upright from the position to which she had fallen. Aftershocks were still detonating within her, and every few seconds brought another juddering gasp for breath as a mini-orgasm struck. With heroic determination, the amazon princess worked to ignore the pleasure, and used the broken bar as a lever.
She managed to wedge a protruding shard of the HT metal beneath the ankle cuff and the body of the car. Now Wonder Woman applied a new force. Using her half of the central beam as a pry-bar, she pushed sideways with all the force she could muster. The angle of the beam, coupled with the greater force due to its length, began to wrench the ankle cuff at once.
It took three more tries, and four more mini-orgasms, before Wonder Woman succeeded in tearing the ankle cuff free of its mooring. Then she quickly turned and repeated the process to the other side.
As she did so, the car slowed to four miles an hour. Wonder Girl, desperate to help, was currently situated at the base of her dildo. Every time the courageous teen attempted to rise, even an inch, the sensations from the pole triggered another orgasm...and she fell downward once more. Drusilla was quite persistent, though...and had managed five more orgasms while Wonder Woman was busy at the other end of the car.
This was partly due to the sonic rings and the nipple actuators, which remained in perfect working order. They hadn't stopped due to the break.
"KLAK!"
"TING!!! TING!!!! TING!!!!"
Wonder Girl felt both keenly, though Wonder Woman was subject to only the actuators after escaping from her pole.
"Hang on Wonder Girl!" the princess called. "I'm almost free!"
The panting teen had little choice in the matter.
Wonder Woman watched with deep concern as the car slowed to three miles per hour. She needed to break away soon. The amazon was all too aware of what would happen if the speed fell below two miles per hour.
She wedged her right wrist cuff between the gearbox housing and the axle at the center of the railcar. Then Wonder Woman pushed across the car with all her might. When the neck and wrist bar had bent an inch, she reversed the direction. Six more tries, and the wrist bar snapped. Repeating the process with the left cuff took seven more tries. But her freedom was taking too long.
Wonder Woman realized that the car was rolling below three miles an hour now, and could hit two at any second. The amazon couldn't afford to touch the bomb, since it was wired to a cable that read the speed of the car. Any attempt to pull it off and toss it away could result in an immediate detonation. Though she could search for the keys, it would take time...time that the rapidly decelerating car would not allow.
Wonder Woman violently ripped away the suction tubes from her nipple cups, then quickly faced forward on the car. With a small leap, she hopped off the trailing end.
The amazon then raced after the car, and placed her palms on the edge of the platform. With a steady heave, Wonder Woman strained against inertia, bringing the railcar slowly back to five miles per hour.
"Wonder Girl, are you alright?" Wonder Woman asked as she hopped back aboard.
"Y..YY...Yyesss....." came the answer hesitantly, as Drusilla tried to respond without moving.
Wonder Woman jammed a wrist bar beneath one of Drusilla's ankle cuffs, and began the process of freeing the teen. Seconds later, the slight motion associated with the snap of the metal cuff triggered another orgasm in Wonder Girl, who was trying desperately to remain motionless. When both ankle cuffs had broken off, Wonder Woman turned to Drusilla once more.
"We've got to get off this car...quickly!" stated the amazon princess emphatically. "On three, I need you to bolt upright, so that we can snap your end of the central bar. Ready?"
"I...I'll try...but...each time...I move...I....orgasm...." replied Wonder Girl worriedly.
"No choice..." replied Wonder Woman. "One...two...THREE!!!"
Teen legs forced themselves upward, while Wonder Woman's amazon strength jammed the wrist bar upward from below.
SNAP!
The metal broke once more, shattering at the center of the car...this time on Wonder Girl's end of the platform.
"AAAAHHHH!!! OOHH-OHH--OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!" escaped from the teen, as a final, cataclysic orgasm knocked her backward onto the platform.
Wonder Woman ignored the outburst, and grabbed the teen in a shoulder carry, then leapt from the rail-car.
The vehicle, severely disabled now, squealed loudly as the gearbox ground metal against metal. Small sparks flew outward from the central mechanism as the car began shuddering to a stop.
"DOWN!" Wonder Woman barked loudly.
The amazons fell to the sand an instant before the bomb ignited, yet they still felt the backlash of heat from the fire that billowed skyward. Fragments of steel, wood, and wire showered down about them for some time.
Finally, it was over.
Small fires burned in several places where pieces of the wooden platform lay. Jagged shards of metal, twisted into indistinguishable lumps, thrust out of the dunes. And two amazons rested flat on their backs, momentarily reveling in the quiet. One of them was still orgasming every few seconds, as the sustained sexual excitement wound down slowly.
As Wonder Woman finally got to her knees, she noticed a contorted metal box before her...wrenched open in the explosion. Whether it was a twist of fate, or karma, she could not say. Nestled quietly against a velvet background, two sets of keys awaited.
With their manacles off, movement became far simpler. Wonder Woman was on her feet within a minute. It took Wonder Girl slightly longer however. Trembling visibly, her legs would barely support her. After two minutes she finally regained her footing. The aftereffects of her post-orgasmic experience were still wreaking havoc within her.
The brave teen was not daunted by these setbacks, however. She was determined to capture these villains, and to see them pay for what they had done.
"Ready to surprise our captors?" Wonder Woman asked.
"More than ready!" came the emphatic reply from Wonder Girl.
The two heroines aligned themselves, then each began turning in place. Seconds later, a flash of light burst around them, then quieted. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl were now fully dressed again and ready for action. The only notable exception was the lack of a golden lasso on Wonder Woman's belt. Hex was still in possession of the item.
Though their costumes were recreate-able, their personal effects were not. The bracelets and lasso were not replaceable, having been gifts from the gods themselves.
"Let's go!" shouted Wonder Woman, as she and Wonder Girl began running at top speed along the tracks. Amazon endurance and strength was now their greatest allies, as the distance to San Angeles closed rapidly with every added stride of powerful legs.
Hex was focused on the task at hand. The safe in his personal office was nearly empty, as the collections of bearer bonds, gems, and critical documents flowed to his briefcase smoothly. Satisfied now, he closed the case and latched it shut. A quick telephone call to the motor pool ensured that the limo would be waiting downstairs.
The last item on his checklist resided in a separate safe, one with a thumb-print scanner. Hex knelt and retrieved that item now. As the fireproof door swung open, the sun sparkled on the brilliant filaments that comprised the golden lasso. Hex smiled, visualizing the scene that would take place in another half hour or so. He was sorry to miss the exhibition. On the other hand, he definitely didn't want to be around for the explosion. It was the cost associated with such a fascinating show.
He folded the lasso several times, then jammed it into his coat pocket. It would remain close to him until a buyer was found. An item of such incredible power was worth a hundred million, perhaps more. What would someone pay to know that only the truth could be spoken? Against an enemy, it was a devastating tool.
Hex than closed the safe, and began moving to the door.
CRAAASHHHHH!!!!
The villain dropped to the ground as the deep mahogany splintered down the center, sending hundreds of splinters flying across the room. When he looked up, the sight that greeted him was from his worst fears.
Standing elbow to elbow, with fists balled on hips and legs spread, stood a defiant Wonder Woman and an angry Wonder Girl. The sunlight shone brilliantly from the gleaming costumes, which had somehow been replaced.
Hex leapt to his feet, diving for the steel-lined penthouse door that would buy him a few precious seconds.
Wonder Girl was faster though. In a flash, her teen physique appeared before him, arms crossed on her chest. Without words, it spoke the only message he needed to know: ‘No Way'.
Hex reversed direction immediately, only to plow headlong into Wonder Woman. Before he could even reconcile what was happening, the golden lasso had been removed from his pocket and had encircled him.
"Hex Vox" Wonder Woman stated in a threatening growl. "It's time for you to pay for your crimes."
Vox said nothing.
"But before we deliver you to justice, there's something we need to know.
"Where is Tessa Vox?" Wonder Woman asked.
Hex smiled with a vengeance as he spoke the truth.
"I don't know" he answered.
"What?!?" Wonder Girl almost shrieked. "How can you not know?"
"We prepared for this eventuality" Hex answered after a few seconds. "Knowing the power of the lasso, we agreed to split forces and not notify the other. That way, you can't use one person's knowledge against the other."
Wonder Woman bit her lip as she contemplated this unexpected turn of events.
"Where do you believe she might be?" the amazon princess asked.
Hex, caught by his own logic, could not refuse to answer. "We had six different safe-houses set up, each with its own means to access our company funds. Tessa could be in any of those."
Wonder Woman glanced briefly at Wonder Girl. Her resigned expression spoke volumes. Vox's plan to leave San Angeles was supposed to be completed within the next twenty minutes. Even with their amazon powers, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl wouldn't be able to arrive at, let alone search, six locations within that time. And someone had to guard Hex, or at least deliver him to the police.
Wonder Woman looked once more at her younger sister, with eyes that said it all.
Tessa Vox had escaped.
By the time Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl had escorted their prisoner to the ground floor, both the news crews and the police had gathered. With frenzied jockeying, the news teams tried to get the best shot of a fallen Hex Vox, while the police tried to clear a path to the waiting cruisers. Questions were posed to the amazons, and each tried to answer with the best of her abilities regarding the treasonous activities of the corporate mogul. Within the briefcase Wonder Woman had uncovered rock-solid evidence that would convict him without appeal.
The cruisers finally pulled away, as Wonder Woman faced reporters with a brief statement.
"Hex Vox forgot that with power comes responsibility, and that some items come with too high a price tag. Let other villains be warned that the laws of justice bind us all, and should never be broken."
Then Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl turned and sprinted away from the scene. They had a rendezvous with a mag-lev train that required their attention.
As the crowd slowly dispersed, one woman remained. No-one paid much attention to the currently blonde-haired woman with the strange smile. The thought that ran through that blonde-haired woman's mind was: Justice isn't the only thing that binds you, Wonder Woman....
Then Tessa Vox turned away, to begin planning her lover's release. And the couple's revenge.
THE END. (?)