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Wonder Woman's Retribution
Part One
by TomCat
I am a collector. A debt collector. A skiptracer. I haven't always had the luxury of great offices to work in. My practice does however afford me the means to find any one. I mean any one person on this planet. I find people who do not want to be found through the various search engines at my disposal and common sense. Twelve years ago I became notorious in my industry. It was then that every powerful bank came looking for my services.
Fresh out of college I accepted a corporate collections positions in Washington, DC. It was an older building with no air conditioning which allowed the employees near the windows to open them on some of the more temperate days. I was fortunate enough to have a window next to my cubical. I hadn't been there but a few months and was just getting to know everyone when that day came and my life changed.
My supervisor at the time, Carmen and I became great friends. Instead of going out to the alley to smoke a cigarette, Carmen would allow me to lean out of our third story building to have a smoke when the windows were open and nobody was looking. When the weather was reasonable there may have been two or three people from our office in our "L shaped" smoking alley all day. My supervisor Carmen and I had the only two windows overlooking the smoking area.
One day while I was leaning out the window I saw something that summoned every sensory gland in my body. Carmen was leaning over another employees desk showing the very clit hugging tip of the black thong under her low cut skirt to me when I heard a crack of thunder. Immediately I looked out the window into the sky and was surprised to see nothing. When a bright flash of light caught my eye in our privately owned smoking alley I jumped. As i yelled "HEY YOU" to a silhouette shadow in the alley behind the flash I was stunned.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Carmen had told me that Washington, DC was infamous for Wonder Woman sightings. Carmen must have done her homework well because she seemed to know a lot of information about Wonder Woman. She even claimed to know her weaknesses. Over a few happy hours Carmen and I shared a wealth of fantasies about Wonder Woman. ...What it would be like to have he totally at your mercy ...all fantasy and nothing for anyone to live their life by, right? Wrong.
Our small little "L shaped" alley was so precious to us that whenever a drug deal or a thug mob beating would seem inevitable, Carmen or I would call the police. When I saw the flash out of the corner of my eye instinct took over. As I yelled "HEY YOU", I looked down and saw a man running right underneath me. Mid spin I had caught a great figured woman turn into Wonder Woman. She was just as Carmen had described her. Red stillouette heeled high calfed boots, sunglasses only gold and shimmering bustier with ample perfect skin and huge well tanned upper breasts begging for freedom, a blindingly bright gold belt with a gold rope and a shimmering blue bikini bottom with white stars. As Wonder Woman started after him I saw her looking back over her shoulder. Why?
As I passed through the desks and cubes I noticed Carmen looking out the window down towards the smoking area alley. I was reasonably sure she hadn't seen what I had. What I was sure of is that Wonder Woman does exist and I had just seen her. In my haste to go and investigate I was met by Carmen as she almost pushed me to a wall asking me to accompany her to the alley for a smoke. I followed until we got outside in the alley. Carmen is very attractive. She's unmarried, about five foot eight and around 125. She's slim but very athletic. Her breasts and ass are without equal. Her and I have only teased in the past. Carmen and I had smoked a cigarette and as I took hers to extinguish near the dumpster I saw a hint of gold. Carmen hadn't seen it as I turned around as I noticed she was glaring at my ass. I had long known I'd be the one for Carmen. It was only a matter of time. As she slipped through the steel door from the alley back into the office I turned and looked for the gold that caught my attention. Wonder Woman had a piece of rope cut off when I interrupted her during her spin As I looked up at Carmens window overlooking the alley making sure she had not seen, I pulled ever so slowly a golden rope. I kept pulling the golden rope out from under the dumpster until I had almost five full feet of it. I quickly stuffed it into my jacket pocket.
I suspected Carmen knew something. Why was she always mentioning Wonder Woman? What was her fascination with her? I was eager to know. One night Carmen, Penelope, Elise and I were at a happy hour and my life changed. Penelope and Elise are both extremely beautiful women. It hadn't occurred to me before then why Carmen chose such incredibly beautiful women to party with from our office. It makes sense now.
I had that darn golden rope in my pocket for about three weeks when Carmen mentioned that it may have supernatural hypnotic powers. In her fascination, she still didn't know I held the rope and it's disabling powers. Total control and total truth. Wow! Time for the test? Bored with this dead end job anyway, do it. One morning as Carmen and I were pouring our coffee I decided to act. I felt at that point close enough to her that I could make any excuse if the magic rope didn't work. As I leaned over Carmen and got a good whiff or her perfume I caught her eyes as I gripped the rope in front of her. Our eyes locked. Her lips were parted and stunned. I no sooner asked for a kiss and I had the most beautiful woman I'd ever met dance her tongue inside my mouth. I was rock hard in an instant. Everything I did made for perfect sex while that piece of pope was around her. I'd say "suck it" and there was no stopping her. Under the power of the "rope" Carmen would do anything. Through suggestions, bondage, whipping, spanking... Carmen told me everything. ...How she craves the very idea of dominating Wonder Woman, Elise, Penelope and others in our office. It Was only a matter of time.
Through a simple process of subliminal training of Penelope, Elise and Carmen I soon was at the top of the food chain at work. Carmen, with the help of Penelope, Elise and others in the office we became famous. We started our own company and through suggestion with the rope I taught them how to control people and their finances in our benefit. We'd actually knock on doors and use the rope to get answers and money. We went way out of line and took money from the innocent. My women started counting in the hundreds with Carmen, Elise and Penelope doing the recruiting. Carmen was my favorite but I couldn't satisfy her. She wanted not only me but Wonder Woman as well. The more I learned about Wonder Woman, the more turned on I became. All I knew of Wonder woman at the time was she was a crime fighting mythological superheroine who probably didn't exist. The girls had soon enlisted over on hundred of the top women in the country in their respective fields. We developed under the influence of the rope several gasses, chloroforms, traps, distractions, and gizmo's that nobody could penetrate us.
It grew to be fun slipping the rope around women pouring a cup of coffee in the morning with Carmen and recruiting a beautiful girl into our army as Carmen licked their face and tongued their ear. Carmen is really fascinated with breasts. She has the most wonderful breasts herself but cannot keep her hands off of the recruits. She loves to discipline them. Finger them while looking them in the eyes and pinching their nipples or spanking them.
The gutter in the alley had apparently cut Wonder Woman's lasso short when I abruptly yelled at her during mid spin. I knew she would be back. I spent the last remaining days at my job with Carmen as my sex slave watching to see when Wonder Woman would return for the cut piece of lasso. I now knew Carmen wanted Wonder Woman as much as I did. One day in the middle of the afternoon it happened. While Carmen was leaning over the desk of a new girl (Barbara Gordon) trying to help her I saw a car pull up and a voluptuous woman step out. As she sauntered into our smoking alley she kept looking over her shoulder to see if anyone saw her. When she assured herself that nobody was looking she began to spin. In a moment she was Wonder Woman. I motioned to Carmen. As I took note of the make, model and license of the car she arrived in Wonder Woman began a fit of fury tossing our dumpster and trash everywhere. I knew what she was looking for. At the last moment our new employee Barbara Gordon made her way to the window just after Wonder Woman spun around and turned back into her alter self. I was determined to find out who she really was.
In a matter of a few seconds I had ascertained the true identity of Wonder Woman. I ran her license, found her social security number and the works. I knew her address. You cant imagine the hoo-rahs and cheers I got when I returned that afternoon to the warehouse I had purchased. That lasso can do anything. I was in a mission. I had Wonder Woman right where I needed her. I had a psuedo-kryptonite in case Supergirl was for real. And by the Carmen and I with the help of the rope had amassed an army of over one thousand beautiful, spunky, catfighting women. All of which knew our purpose, to capture Wonder Woman for Carmen and myself.
Every girl was programmed with a mission with the lasso. Fight to the death or die. Beautiful women from all over the country sharing the same common intrest in capturing, taming, torturing, punishing, humiliating, whipping, spanking, Wonder Woman. Carmen would not rest until her mission was fulfilled. There was a time or two that I slipped the rope around Carmen and although we shared really, really great sex, she secretly wanted Wonder Woman. I vowed to give the girl of my dreams her wish. I really started to want her too regardless of my fear of her. The more I heard of her the more I had to have her. Heck, I had the most beautiful women in town.
I was so hooked on the mission I started believing Wonder Woman was the "dream fuck" and maybe better than Carmen and the girls. After I had turned Carmen into a "Fucking Machine" and she enlisted and programmed the help of every girl I pointed at, I had it all. I had to pay her back. I really wanted Wonder Woman despite the risk. So I found her. I had learned through skiptracing that her place of employment was a government agency called the I.A.D.C. Tracking her down was easy with her social security #, phone number and every account number for every credit line she had. I did learn that her name is Diana Prince. I also have learned that she has eluded the rope every time my girls have gotten close. I also hear that Diana has a strong affiliation with Barbara Gordon. We haven't been able to rope her yet. A new girl eludes us as well. Her name is Linda Danvers. It's funny how Carmen reacts to new "blood" in the mix. When she tamed and used the rope on little Barbara Gordon while her pert tits were being cropped while her hands were cuffed suspended above her head we learned the identity of everyone. We learned that Barbara is "Batgirl", Diana is "Wonder Woman" and Linda is "Supergirl". Carmen and I had all we needed to know.
Through our resources we found a synthetic substitute for Kryptonite. We produced liquid and solid forms of the kryptonite. Carmen was excited. We had Batgirl. Carmen had "brainwashed" her and was going to sleep at my side while still in her mask ate out Carmen. We would awake each day with Batgirl licking our feet and sucking our toes. We took turns slapping, whipping and fucking her as she screamed for us to whip harder, faster, fuck deeper.
It was common knowledge that Batgirl knew Supergirl and that Supergirl knew Wonder Woman. We had Batgirl and through some extreme nipple torture we learned everything we needed to know. So we laid a trap for Supergirl. Linda Was a student a the local college and an associate of ours tested the synthetic kryptonite very effectively. Sometimes when she passed out at her desk she didn't even feel the dart hit her ass. The girls were ecstatic. It was no time before we had Batgirl and Supergirl as our "Fuck Toys". It wasn't good enough. Carmen wanted Wonder Woman. Beating and bedding Supergirl and Batgirl in my bed wasn't good enough for Carmen.
The next few weeks were incredible. As Carmen and I tied, fucked and humiliated those two poor beaten heroines to a pulp, whipping, spanking them, de moralizing the and bringing them to climax after climax, there must have been five hundred women after us doing the same thing over and over. And then the day came. We did feel like we had adequate information to subdue Wonder Woman, we were still a little scared and apprehensive. Carmen had had Supergirl and Batgirl by the hair sucking and licking my dick for two weeks while she slapped their faces, asses and tits. Carmen loves more than anything to slap tits of a bound woman while french kissing her and grabbing her by the hair and shoving her mouth over my throbbing cock. Taunting and teasing her all the way. I remember the first time I slipped the rope around Carmen..... She revealed herself to me. My God she loves my cock but I found out her true pleasure comes from dominating beautiful women.
We had students of every field. Finding and securing babes in physics, ergonometric was easy with a staff of over five thousand under the influence of the rope by now. Carmen and I were fucking so many different girls together every night that we almost lost interest as in Wonder Woman while Batgirl and Supergirl put me to sleep licking my balls and sucking my Dick while Carmen licks their face and talks dirty to them ripping at their, spanking their ass and jamming her finger up their ass and slapping their tits.
Did I mention Carmen likes tits? I love how she can stare down Supergirl suspended with her arms above her head and reduce her to quivering tears and sobs by twisting, biting her nipples, slapping and mauling her tits, all the while riding her thigh while they both climax. I really enjoy Supergirl and Batgirl achieving orgasms from bondage and pain. Carmen seems to live for it. I cant have sex anymore with Carmen when as she climaxes she's not ripping some girls hair out, whipping her or having her tongue down her throat.
At this point I think I wanted Wonder Woman more than Carmen. We had devised several traps and scenarios to capture her but I was apprehensive. She was no doubt looking for is for the disappearance of Batgirl and Supergirl. If she only knew the whole truth. Carmen at every opportunity would be in the dungeon molesting, beating, whipping, slapping all of which turned me on to the point I had to get down there and take care of business
Carmen was electrified. When Wonder woman arrived I felt scared and relieved. We had heard so much about her. There she was and she was pissed off. I've got to hand it to Carmen though as she stood her ground. We both knew her golden belt was the key to her defeat per Batgirl. Wonder Woman had somehow managed to bypass most of the alarms unhurt and undetected until she was confronting Carmen in the face. I knew the gameplan if this was to happen. Undetected I soaked a handkerchief with chloroform and dove at her. I remember her ass rising and falling while I rode her to the ground. As her muffled pleas turned into whimpers I saw Elise and Penelope drag her to her knees to face Carmen.