Anya lay on the floor in a heap as a man entered the room. He looked over the situation in growing glee. The girl with the incredible body within the skin tight costume put a dent in his pants.
He kneeled down over the sleeping girl. Picking up one wrist, he looked at his reflection in the bracelet. "Wow, it's not welded on or nothing," he thought. "That means she's got to be an Amazon. Only they could make a bracelet without any seams like this one."
She licked her lips slightly and breathed heavily in her slumber. The gass had been powerful enough to put an Amazon to sleep and keep her there for some time. If an ordinary person had breathed it then might have been killed. However Anya's constitution was already processing the toxin out of her system. When the man laid her arm back down she turned her body so that she laying on her stomach rather then her side.
His cock was hard and bulging into his pants as he put his palm on her taut, upcurved ass. "Holy shit, what a body." Instantly he reached a decision. He had always been fascinated by these powerful, beautiful women. He had spent a good part of his wealth on collecting everything imaginable about superheroines, and especially Amazons. Not too long ago, through an intermediary, he had paid the supervillain Wrecking Ball to get an original costume off the superheroine White Venus. They were so powerful, so beautiful, and so flawed.
The man's hand didn't leave Anya ass. Instead it stroked the firm flesh and felt the muscled tone that lay under the fabric of her uniform. She wriggled and moaned softly when he cupped one cheek with the tips of his fingers laying on the crack and squeezed it. His fingers pressing ever so slightly between the two rounded orbs. Almost instinctivly she pushed her ass up slightly to feel him pressing harder. "Mmmmmm....." she moaned again.
Now he had one right here in his personal superheroine and Amazon museum. No way he was letting this prize go!
"John," he said into a small microphone on his wrist.
"Yes sir?" came a deep voice in instant reply.
"Get the dildo belt out of the villain storage unit and bring it up to the alternate superheroine room. We have a new project."
His new 'project' laid on the floor. Asleep and totally unaware of the plans that he might have in store for her.
He kneaded Anya's well toned ass cheeks, mesmerized by them. Mentally picturing her bare ass pressing into his hips, he slipped a hand between her legs and felt the soft lips of her pussy through the skintight blue costume. No way he was letting this catch go.
"Ooooooo...." she moaned as she bit her lower lip. The man could feel Anya's hips moving against both of his hands as he molested her. Her dreams were suddenly of the last time Gabriel and her had been together. A brief, but quite satisfying encounter of sex in a dark ally one night. "Mmmmm.....yessss....." she mumbled so low that the man couldn't hear her.
Pulling his hands away from her ass finally. Pulling Anya's arms behind her, he placed her bracelets side by side in the middle of her back. "Be right back cutey," he told Anya with a pat on her ass.
A soft whimper of need came from her lips after his hands were removed from her. Her ass moved about as if trying to find his hands again.
He went into a side room Anya had not yet entered. It looked like a storage room. Locked cabinets filled the room, albeit cabinets with very advanced locks. He walked up to one of the metal cabinets and touched his thumb to the print detector on the handle. After an affirmating beep sound, he opened it. Within the cabinet were a collection of devices and devious toys. Grabbing what appeared to be two metal cylinders welded together.
Coming back to the sleeping Anya, he opened up the double cylinders. Into each one, he placed one of Anya's bracelets. With both in place, he closed up the odd looking manacles. Pushing the control button, a light illuminated and the manacles let out a solid chungk sound.
The noise made Anya jump slightly in her sleep but she quickly settled back down. She tried to pull her arms to her sides but was unable to because of the manacles. "Not...so rough..." she breathed softly, still thinking about her encounter with Gabriel. The poor boy was so hot for her that he nearly ripped her clothes off and shoved his lovely cock into her ass before she was able to guide him into her dripping pussy.
A large man entered the room holding what appeared an ultramodern chastity belt. "Perfect, thanks John." The man looked over the device, especially the rounded device that protruded deeply along both the outside and inside of the belt. "Just what we need to hold onto an Amazon. She'll be weak and very happy with this."
As she slept on, she didn't hear the two men discuss what they were going to do with her. Nor did she feel fingers tugging on the hidden zipper on the back of her outfit. And she wasn't able to take advantage of the brief moment that the manacles were removed so the uniform would be damaged while they prepared her for their evil deeds.
"Ready sir?"
"Yes John, go ahead and release the antidote."
Within a tall glass case, much like those that held the mannikins, was the still sleeping Anya. Her wrists trapped behind her back, she lay naked within the cool case. All she had been left wearing was the odd chastity belt. Locked around her waist with the release in front, a metal strap, wider along the belt and thinning as it went down, went between Anya's toned legs.
The cool air within the case made her nipples erect and hard on the peaks of her firm breasts. The men had had difficulty keeping their hands away from those perfect mounds of hers. Even worse was when they had exposed her trimmed moud of hair between her legs. Just the faint odor that came from it nearly drove the two men crazy with desire. The sight of Anya's Amazon body bathed in the soft flood lights was better then anything the collector had seen before.
In a case next to her stood a mannikin. With faux bracelets raised up as if to deflect bullets, the fake woman's long black hair trailed down over Anya's dark blue and red costume.
The man touched a button on a remote control. A red light in the front of the anti-chastity belt began blinking as the vibrating dildo within the belt started to penetrate Anya's sex. Tiny valves inside the belt coated the gently thrusting dildo with Halcyon, still the most potent of aphrodisiacs.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the device spread her lips and began to enter the tight depths. The drug was quickly absorbed into her system and caused her pussy to moisten up at an incredible rate. Anya twisted her hips as if to get the dildo out of her but that was quite impossible. "Nnnnnaaaahhhhh!!" she moaned when the dildo seemed to increase its size as it pushed in past her muscles.
His large assistant flipped a switch at a hidden console on the wall. As gas seeped into the glass case, the Amazon girl was slowly brought back to the world of consciousness.
Anya's eyes began to blink open as the antidote took effect. "W...what...the...hellll!?" she moaned as she tried to look around. "Ahhhhhhhh! Get...it...outtt!!" she cried when the dildo bottomed out in her tight pussy. Her body was a lovely sight as it spasmed and shook as she fought against the pleasure and the dildo.
The red light on the front of the metal belt blinked each time the dildo plunged into the warm, drug enhanced depths of Anya's pussy. The Collector watched the Amazon girl's every movement. He was mesmerized by the expression of lust and panic on her face. He had many pictures and some video of those beautiful, powerful women helpless in the throes of the Amazon Curse, but now he had a live one right here in front of him!
Her hair fanned out as she shook her head violently while her heavy breasts heaved with each gasping breath. The muscles of her vagina bore down on the dildo with a force that could almost bend metal. The drug stimulated the Curse to an almost unbelievable degree in Anya's body. Each time her body shook from the dildo going in, her bare shoulders bounced off the sides of the glass case. "O...out...get....outttt!!" she kept crying.
The manacles around her wrists were unbreakable. Even if she had been at full strength, Anya could tell she would have had trouble getting free of them. Her wrists tingled for some reason as the manacles hummed with electrical life.
Anya's eyes were wild with passion and terror as she felt herself losing all control of herself to the Curse. She did retain just enough sanity to see where she was and why her body kept boucing off something in her throes of passion. "H..have...to get...out...of here!!" she thought wildly as her body spasmed again from the dildo digging into her pussy. Her muscles tried to clentch together in order to deny the device passage.
Impassively, his large assistant watched the scene, but the Collector had to pull his hand away from his crotch. He had spent far too many hours masturbating while watching videos of these Amazons. Now here was the real thing. No way she was getting away without him getting a piece of her. He sat back in his swivel chair and watched her writhe helplessly as the belt kept pumping the drug coated dildo inside her. He would have to keep her, convince her to stay here. If nothing else, he would use that belt and all the other toys he had collected on her.
Meanwhile, while Anya concentrated on resisting the dildo in her sex, a green light began to blink on the front of the belt. As it did, a smaller, rounded protrusion, coated with Halcyon and lubricant, began to poke into Anya's puckered backside hole.
When Anya felt the second dildo pushing into her anus the case almost shattered from her screams. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed. Her knees coming up to pound at the glass plate in front of her. The Curse was taking away her Amazon strength as usual but she was still much stronger then a normal woman. Even as the second dildo pushed into her ass, a series hairline cracks appeared along the edges of the case. They grew larger with each of her blows....
He hadn't noticed until now that the glass case was cracking. Having never met an Amazon in person other than at a few innocuous charity events, he thought that this beautiful girl would be powerless once the dildo started working on her.
"Shit! John, get that pleasure taser out of the cabinet," he ordered his bulked up assistant. "She's going to break out of the case any second."
"Shit," he repeated. He had a dial in front of him that adjusted the belt. He wanted to do this slowly, but he couldn't let her go free. Even with her wrists bound, the Collector knew she could still wipe John and himself out with her legs alone.
Even in the throes of passion Anya could feel with her knees how the glass in front of her seemed to be jumping with each blow. "Just...about...there!" she thought, her body jumping again as the dildos began a synchronized movement in her. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!" Anya gasped, her body spasming to the point that she began to use more of her body on the cracking glass without realizing it. All she knew was that she had to get out of there!
As Anya threw her shoulder into the glass, it shattered outward. Shards scattered across the floor. "Sorry girl, but I can't let you go!" he told Anya as he twisted the dial to its highest setting. Instantly the anti-chastity belt lurched into full power. Halcyon gushed into Anya's pussy and ass like cum. It was thrust deep within her velvet walls by the dildo which drilled into her like a jackhammer.
Anya had been about to leap out of the case, from how her body was moving rather then a concious leap, but the instant before that happened she felt something.... It was a pleasure that was beyond belief. It almost seemed like each and every cell within her body was attempting to orgasm at the same time. And the dildo...well it seemed that instead of thrusting in and out that stayed deep within her and moved in tight circles. Anya's body arched upwards so that her belted pussy rose above the lip of the broken case. Her mouth open with a soundless screen of ectasy.
The Collector nearly stained his pants at the sight of the writing, cumming Amazon. "Holy shit," he muttered, his hand still holding the dial for the belt to maximum. "Oh my God, I got to get that."
He abruptly turned the dial back down to one of the lower settings, so that the dildo thrusting in and out of Anya slowed to a steady beat. Every second, the shaft would sink into her dribbling pussy, then pull out. The tiny valves controlling the aphodisiac coating shut off. "Don't kill her," he warned himself, "You won't get any if she's dead, dummy."
She fell back into the case, her body shivering from the aftermath of the orgasm she had been forced into having. Her pussy leaking juices while still grasping at the invading dildo. Anya tried to brace her bound hands against the glass to push herself into a sitting position. Each time she tried her weakened arms slid from away so she stayed in her prone position. "He's....dead!" she thought as she tried to catch her breath.
He stepped away from the controls and nodded his assistant to stay near them. Picking up the red leather pouch that Anya normally wore, he slipped the hip strap over his shoulder. Digging around inside, he pulled out the tightly coiled golden, glowing rope that was within it.
His shoes crunching on the shards of glass around the outside of the case, the Collector approached the quivering, naked girl. He was putting the lasso into a loop when he met the passion filled eyes of his captive.
With how her breath was still panting Anya didn't trust her voice for any words. If she was going to say anything to this troll she would do it in a controlled voice. That didn't prevent her from staring daggers at the man who had done this to her. She tried not to wince with pleasure each time the dildo pushed into her soaked pussy. At the same time Anya was moving her hands about, trying to find some way to release the device that held her.
"Oh my god!" he gasped. That expression on her face, those violet eyes full of lust, weakness, and defiance. He had seen it all before. He looked past the shattered glass case to the wall in the other room. The mannikins that half circled the wall drew his instant attention. He zeroed in on one picture in particular, showing an Asian Ultra Woman being gangbanged by a group of thugs. That Ultra Woman was looking up at whomever had taken the picture. Her violet eyes were full of the Amazon Curse, filling her with lust as she came unwillingly. In the picture, that Ultra Woman was glaring at the photographer with the exact same expression.
"Now if I can just get that lasso...." she thought as she saw it being held in his hands. She was so intent on getting it that she didn't pay any attention to where his gaze was.
The Collector looked back at the violet eyed beauty. Her silken black hair, the violet eyes, the hints of Asian descent in her face. "Holy shit," he said to her, "That Ultra Woman - Rei - was your mother!"
Anya rolled her eyes at his sudden revelation. "No shit buckwheat," she growled with a voice hoarse from her previous screams of pleasure. "If you let me go now maybe I'll give you an autograph. Before I stomp your face into the fucking floor!" Before he could say a word, both of her legs came up to wrap themselves around his neck. With a sudden pull, Anya pulled his face down closer to her's. "Now let me before I get mad," she said staring into his face.
"GRK!" the Collector grunted as he stumbled forward. His face bounced between Anya's breasts before being drawn up to her face. Fear flickered over his face as he realized the difference between his mannikins and this real, live Amazon. "O..." he started to say, but he had trouble speaking. She had to loosen the grip of her thighs on his neck before he could finish and say "Okay."
"Good boy. You're not as dumb as you look." Anya kept her legs wrapped around him tightly so that he couldn't get away from her. The moment her arms were free he was a dead man. "Well not dead..." she thought as she watched his nostrals flare as they inhaled her sweet scent. "But very, very hurt..."
He glanced back at his assistant. "Okay, turn down the belt," he told the man. Glancing down at the belt, he told Anya, "I will have to manually adjust this. Just don't hurt me, I don't mean you any harm."
Her eyes flicked down for an instant to see the device on his belt. "No tricks buster..." she growled, nodding for him to use his device like he asked. "Or else..." Anya tightened her legs just enough so the man's eyes bulged out and he gave a sqeek.
His hand reached slowly forward so he could do something to the minipad on the front of the belt by the red and green diodes. Pretending he was unlatching it, he swung his other hand up and had the lasso around Anya's thighs.
She had her eyes on the hand on his belt so she didn't realize what he was doing until she felt the magic of the lasso touching her skin. "Stop that!" Anya yelled as she began to squeeze her legs against him HARD.
"Freeze," he quickly told her, "Don't move a single muscle." Looking back at Anya, he smiled with renewed confidence as she froze at his command. "Now, spread your legs wide, and don't even think about harming me."
Anya knew better then to try and fight the force of the commands as generated by the lasso. Not even the strongest Amazon could disobey such orders. Ever so slowly Anya moved her legs from around his neck. Red marks and almost bruises appearing on his skin as she did so. "You are so fucking dead...." she thought, glaring at him.
He sat up away from those dangerous legs of the Amazon girl. Knotting the lasso around her waist, he stood up. "Now you have to answer anything I ask, and you have to do what I say, correct?"
"Yes you fucking bastard," she growled in reply. Her legs falling back into the case as the man stood at the side of it. The warm feeling of the magic from the lasso carress her smooth skin.
Grinning in childish triumph, he pulled on the lasso. "Stand up and come with me. John," he said to his assistant, "this lovely lady and I are going to be busy for a few minutes, excuse us."
Nodding compliantly, the large man walked off.
As the other man left, Anya slowly sat up and then stood on the ultra strong glass that she had been laying on. She stepped out of it, avoiding the slick spots from her leaking juices, and made her way to stand beside the man. All the while making sure that she didn't step on any of the glass shards that coated the area. Her fists were clentched in rage against her buttocks as she did so.
The Collector led Anya into his Ultra Woman room. In it, on one wall, was a chair. Leading Anya to it, he stopped. "Stand there a minute. What's your name anyway," he asked as he unbuckled his slacks. Down they fell to his feet, and were quickly followed by his boxers, revealing his not particularly large, but flaccid and aroused, penis.
"Its Anya," she said simply, not adding anymore since he didn't ask. She wasn't about to volunteer anything to him. "Here we go again..." Anya thought as she mentally rolled her eyes at the sight of his cock. It might be flaccid but it was growing quickly as he stared at her lovely, nude body. His cock almost seeming to have a mind of its own and wanting to feel Anya's hot and tight pussy.
He sat down in the chair, with all the pictures of all those Amazons in various perilous scenes behind him. "Kneel down in front of me Anya. I always wanted to make love to your mother. She was the most exotic of all these women and I masturbated to her picture more than any other," he said without any sign of embarassment. "Now what I want you to do is this."
As she knelt in front of him as ordered, her nose picked up the musky scent of a man's arroused cock. "Somehow I don't think mom will be too thrilled by his statement..." she thought. "actually I think I would have to hold her back from pounding him into the floor." Rei was flatter if a man, or woman for that matter, had an attraction to her but with this guy it would be too much. She would more then likely consider him just plain sick and deserving of a good kathump.
Taking his cock in hand, he held the flaccid thing up so that it pointed upwards towards Anya. "I order you to give me the blow job you can possibly give me, and don't even think of doing my any harm. All you want to do is give me one hell of an orgasm."
"You have got to be kidding!" Anya groaned as her eyes rolled. Her head began to lean forward even as she said the words. The command rattling around in her brain as she did so. "Why don't we discuMMmnnngggg!" Her words were cut off when he grabbed the back of her head with his free hand and pulled her mouht on to him. The walls of her mouth and tongue sliding on him as she instinctivly began to suck on him. Obeying the command and begining a blow job the likes of which he had never had before. The powerful suction of her mouht pulling him deeper into her throat.
"Ohhhh yeah..." he groaned happily. Slumping back in the chair, he still kept a tight grip on the lasso. "Do it baby, suck me off. Oh Rei..." he sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair. He guided her head up and down the length of his not-so-impressive cock, moaning in ecstasy each time Anya's lips came down over him.
Anya didn't know what was worse: being forced to suck a man off or being refered to her mother as she did it. As usual, the Curse caused her pussy to moisten and warm up as his cock moved in and out of her mouth. Her mouth tasting the pre-cum that dribbled out of the slit when she sucked particularly hard on him. The air around then was filled with a loud moan from him when she did that and gave him powerful strokes from her talented tongue.
Faster and faster he guided Anya. He wasn't vicious or cruel about it, he simply wanted this beautiful Amazon to give him the oral sex of his dreams. His orders forced her to please him, and his hand on the back of her head helped maintain the pace that gave him the best experience of his life.
She pulled her mouth off of him for a moment when she sucked both of his balls into her mouth. Anya's sucks this time weren't as strong but they were enough to make the man whine in pleasure as she bathed both hard rocks with her tongue. She didn't wish it but her own pussy was growing as hot as the cock she again took into her mouth.
"When I orgaaahh...whoaaahh..." he paused in mid-sentence as his cock pressed into the back of her mouth, "I orgasm...you do too...right...?"
"Mmmmm hmmmm..." Anya said, her mouth full of cock at the moment. The vibrations from her 'words' making the man give her another taste of pre-cum. Her body shaking slightly from the need that the Curse was making her have. The smooth metal of the manacles rubbing against her smooth ass cheeks as her pussy dripped sweet juices on to the floor.
"Ahh..ahhhhh....ahhhh..." he groaned as his cum began to boil up in his balls. He never pulled Anya's hair or forced himself too deeply, but he kept up the growing, now feverish pace of her mouth over his cock.
The talented tongue and mouth sucking and licking him while she closed her own eyes and imagined that she was doing this to somebody of her own choice. Namely, her usual lover of the moment Gabriel. He just loved it when she sucked his cock and brought him close to orgasm. Then backing off to do it over and over for hours. For this jerk, Anya wasn't wabout to give him that kind of pleasure. He wanted a good blow, that's what he was getting!
"AAHHHH!!" he groaned out loudly, his voice echoing around his twisted Amazon museum. He pulled Anya's lips down over his cock as his thick seed spurted into her mouth. "Swaaa...swaahhhlow..." he moaned out, his words ordered her through the lasso around her body.
Even as he came the Curse forced her to as well. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnn!!" Anya groaned from deep in her throat as she swallowed his seed as she orgamed . The juices splashing out of her pussy and leaking from around the belt that she still wore about her waist. Her body shaking and leaning more against his legs from feeling more weakened as the Curse stole her Amazon strength from her once again.
He held Anya's head in his crotch as he road out his dream orgasm. The Collector was only human, and the cum spurts became driblets soon.
Anya's mouth swallowed each of the fading jets of seed and tried to coax more out by small licks of her tongue on the grove ont he head. "Mmmmmmmmm...." she moaned as she rested against him with eyes closed. All the while suckling gently on his deflated cock. Her tongue bathing it and cleaning it out every trace of cum.
After holding Anya's face against his groan for at least five minutes during which his sweat rolled into her face and his cock slowly sank back into a flaccid little organ, the Collector finally released her head. Keeping hold of her lasso, he let her fall back onto her ass.
She licked her lips and nearly spit out the remains of his cum in her mouth. She didn't however because she didn't wish to make him mad. It seemed that this guy was a vile shit but not nasty as in how Mayhem Jr and the like were. If she could just lead him on for a bit... Maybe he would let his guard down just enough so that she could the put a few holes in the walls using his head to make said holes. Least that was a plan. Anya looked up at him, trying to keep the digust off of her face.
"Answer me," he said, his voice low and whispery, "If I order you to do something and then remove this lasso, will you still do what I ordered, and if so, how long? If you will keep my order not to escape..." he smiled calmly, albiet red-faced, "we'll have dinner."
"I don't know exactly how long I will continue to obey an order," she said truthfully. "With you normals it can last for days depending on their willpower or lack there of. For Amazons.... Several hours at least." Now she prayed he would be careful with his words because there were always little loopholes in the commands. You have to be specific or nasty girls, such as she, would find ways around them!
The Collector smiled blissfully down at the violet eyed beauty kneeling between his legs. "Too bad it isn't longer. I wish I could trust you, I would like to have dinner with you."
"Not as much as I would like to have you for dinner and make you the main course..." she thought, remembering an old movie she had seen. Where the one character 'convinces' the defeated villian to eat a substance which turns out to be the villian's own brains. Whole of course Anya wouldn't do that to this guy for real just the thought of it pleased her greatly.
He leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute. "Getting chilly in here," he finally said. "You should get dressed Anya, I don't want you to catch a cold. Tell you what," he told her as he leaned forward towards her, "if the orders will last several hours, that will be enough to keep you under control. Also, your Amazon strength should be gone, right? How long will that last?"
"Depending on if you fuck or otherwise make me orgasm again, it might be several hours at least. Perhaps a day until they fully return." she said honestly. She didn't mention that she still retained her vampiric powers and strength. He didn't ask therefore she didn't say.
"Stand up," he ordered her as he did the same. "Now, come with me, John has set something out for you to wear. I want you to put it on and join me for dinner." He led the mostly naked Anya down a hall, through a door and into the study of his penthouse home. His large, quiet assistant closed the bookcase, leaving the doorway to the Collector's private museum hidden.
He shrugged and smiled at the lasso-controlled Anya. "I love the classics," he said with a nod towards the bookcase. "Come along."
She didn't express the slightest bit of emotion at his silly joke. Anya just followed closely behind him with the lasso still tied around her waist and the end in his hand. Her bare toes sank into the deep, plush carpet as they passed items that would be worth millions to dealers around the world.
Through his study the Collector led Anya down another carpeted hallway replete with classic paintings and immaculate decorations. Finally into a room he took his beautiful captive into one of the many bedrooms. A four poster bed and oak furniture centered the Victorian styled bedroom.
"Very plush..." she thought as her eyes quickly took in all the sights of the room. "Oh and I'm sure he intends for some mattress mambo later on... Looks just like a typical guy's fantasy." Suddenly a glint caught her eye and when she looked at it she had to stifle a gasp. "What the hell..."
As he brought Anya in, she saw the clothing set out for her lying neatly on the bed. A red bustier, curled up into twin mounds for the breasts, with golden, stylized letters 'U' and 'W' across the front. A golden belt was spread beside it, albeit without a lasso. Red and blue boots were on the floor, the tops folded to each side. A golden tiara lay on the pillow. A blue thong, obviously cut higher than usual for the bearers of this costume other than those worn under skirts.
Anya just stared at the outfit for many moment. She had dreamed of being able to wear it for a long time and now it looked like she would be. However not in the way that she had wanted: as the Champion of the Amazon. Instead she would wear it and be a toy to a man. Her hands clentched in fists behind her back where the manacles still held them. At the same time Anya almost had to bite her lip to prevent herself from telling him what he could do with his sick idea.
"Stand still please," he ordered in a kindly voice, "Oh, and look up at the ceiling and do not look down until I say so." Kneeling down, he typed in a code to the belt. The humming of a tiny motor signals the dildos retracting from Anya's inner body. Once they were gone from her, a click sounded. Slowly, the Collector split the belt open and removed it from Anya's hips.
As she looked up, she felt the belt and then the manacles fall away. The sensation of relief from just the belt leaving her almost made her fall to her knees. After a couple of wobbles, Anya regained her balance and continue to stare stoningly at the ceiling.
"There," he said, standing back up with the glistening inner pieces of the belt shining in the bedroom light, "now you can look back down Anya."
She did as she was commanded and stared daggers at the man. He didn't seem to notice as his own eyes were locked on her pubis. The thick, black hair was matted from the dried juices that the belt had trapped there. Anya mentally counted to ten as she forced her fists to unclentch and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.
He shook his head to clear his senses. "That scent...it's intoxicating," he gasped out, his cock growing hard in his pants again. "Are you all like this when you're aroused?"
"Yes," she said simply, quietly.
The Collector smiled. "Now, the last orders for a few hours. I want you to stay in this room and put on that costume Anya. There's a shower in there," he said, nodding towards the bathroom. "Everything you might need should be in there to make yourself presentable. You will be ready in a half hour," he said with a smile, "I don't want you to stay here until the lasso wears off. When you are ready, open the door but don't leave. Call for John," he said, nodding back towards the hulking assistant behind him.
With a simple nod of her head Anya told him that she understood. Better not to trust her voice to words until she could calm herself down a bit more. She could stand a shower to aleast wash some of the sweat off of her skin. The sticky feeling of it made her feel uncomfortable. Just when Anya was beginning to make a few plans she heard the man's voice again.
"When you come for dinner, you will not attempt to hurt me or John, you will not attempt to escape, and you will not steal any knives or anything else," he said with a good natured grin. "All I want is a nice dinner with a beautiful Amazon and I want you to fulfill that dream."
"Fuck," she thought as she felt the commands rolling through her body. "But not as bad as they could've been..." Already she was mentally looking for loopholes that she could exploit and thought there might be one or two possibilities that could be tried. "Oh and I have no doubt you want something more then mear dinner..." she thought as his arms reached for her waist.
Carefully, his hands showing only hints of his nervousness, the Collector removed the lasso from Anya. Behind him, John watched protectively. "Thirty minutes, Anya."
"I'll be ready..." she whispered.
Closing the bedroom door, the Collector left Anya alone in the bedroom.
The moment the door closed Anya picked up a very expensive vase to throw after him. She didn't however and carefully set it back down on its stand. It wouldn't help matters to tear the room up like she wanted so Anya resisted the urge to do it. "Probably has cameras and the like no doubt..." she thought and sighed. "Better go get ready..." The moment she thought that her body turned and began walking towards the shower before she caught herself. "Damn it! Got to learn to control myself better..." she thought as she went into the bathroom of her own will.
A little while later Anya exited the room, toweling her long hair off as she did so. Nothing had changed in the room since she had left she could see. After balling the towel up, she lazily tossed it back into the bathroom. Giving no hint of the strength that she still had. Her lovely features made a face when she saw the Ultra Woman costume on the bed. Even so slowly, almost fighting it, she put it on. First the boots and then the blue thong panties. Her hands settled the bustier on her breasts before reaching behind with one hand to zip it up. A generious amount of clevage showed even after she tried to pull it over her breasts more. After fastening the belt around her trim waist, Anya carefully put the tiara on her head.
"What a fake..." she growled as she saw herself in a full length mirror before she opened the door to the hallway.
John was waiting outside. "Dinner is this way," he said in a curt, simple voice. With a faint grunt at the sight of the costume on Anya, he gave her a slight push in front of him. "Go."
"Don't push me," Anya growled at him, wanting so bad to show him who's the boss. Unfortunately the lasso's command prevented her from doing just that. It didn't prevent her from just stand there in the hallway not doing anything. "Now...now," she said when she felt the touch of his meaty hand on her shoulders as if to shove her along. "Your master would be most displeased if you damaged the merchandise." With that, Anya started walking but she kept her pace as slow as possible.
Keeping Anya in the lead, John took her down the marble hallways and, in moments, she was in a very elegant dining room. Candles with silver candelabra flickered, the dancing lights reflecting off the crystal chandelier.
Her eyes took in the accumalted wealth of items in this room. She could easily get a million dollers for them. If she would be able to get them out of the place that is. Several of them were quite bulky. "I am going to have to pay this place a visit again," she thought. "After I take care of these too bozos that is."
The Collector, now in a tuxedo, rushed around the table. "Welcome Anya," he said, with a growing grin. "Or would you prefer I call you Ultra Woman?"
"I would prefer that you let me leave now," she replied, not moving an inch towards him or the table. His grin was answered with a cold stare by her.
"Please, sit down." Pulling out a chair, he gestured Anya to it. With her seated, he took his own seat across the table.
Anya primly folded her hands on her lap and sat there. On the table was antique china, crystal, and silver. From the looks of it, the bottle of wine was of a vintage that was thought to have been lost a long time ago. "I wonder what he would do if I poured that on the floor..." she wondered.
"I understand you don't wish to be here," he began, "but I promise after this, I will release you. I don't mean any harm." He shrugged. "I have this attraction for you Amazons, and you are the first one I've ever gotten to meet. Besides, I still have you on camera breaking into my home. I wouldn't want you to go to jail, you are far too pretty for that."
She gave a slight snort at his words. "And I would be in jail because?" Anya asked. "I've noticed at least a few things here that the police are looking for as well. So If I was in jail you would be there right beside me." She took the cloth napkin from the plat and unfolded it with a 'snap'. "Lets get this over with so I can get out of her, shall we?"
"Yes, you would be in jail. Technology does wonders. I could evacuate anything incriminating within two hours to a location the police would never find. I don't want to threaten, but to just prove that have my means."
"Oh I doubt I would ever reach the police station..." Anya replied, smiling ever so slightly. "If I was arrested that is. And besides, I know a thing or two that certain parties wouldn't want released. So I doubt your jail concept very much."
With a nod to the lurking John, the Collector peered across the table at Anya. "My lord, you're beautiful. Your mother must be very proud. You know, you do that uniform justice. Why aren't you Ultra Woman, instead of that failure that used to be White Venus? You sure seem to have all the courage and resourcefulness to fit the bill."
The way Anya's teeth ground together could've ripped apart solid steel if she had any between her teeth. She had heard of the latest version of Ultra Woman but hadn't met her as of yet. There would be fireworks when they did meet Anya was sure. "None of your damn business," she said with a force that most people could've interpreted as a slap in the face. Anya tried to sigh but she found that the bustier was rather tight on her chest. It needed to be in order to hold captive both of her breasts. "And leave my mother out of this, shall we?"
As his assistant brought bowls of steaming soup to the table, the Collector kept looking Anya over. His eyes would take in the swell of her breasts inside the taut red bustier, admire the way her dark hair fell over the sides of the golden tiara as it flickered in reflection of the candles' flames. He would gaze at the violet eyes so filled with anger.
Anya stared right back him and showed just what anger blazed behind her eyes. The man was sort of good looking but with his actions had made himself quite repulsive in her eyes. She took no notice of the food before her. "Knowing him," she thought. "He probably drugged it." Everytime Anya saw his eyes focus on the deep valley between her breasts she just want to gouge his eyes out. She just KNEW he had a hard on at this moment....
"So, why did you come here anyway, Ultra Woman?"
"You had something that somebody wanted. Actually you have a lot of things that a lot of people would want." She gave a slightly evil grin. "And don't call me that please since I'm not. I won't be part of one of your sick fantasies more then I can help it." Anya crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Can we have dessert so I can go?"
"You never wanted to be Ultra Woman?" he said, his face showing his amazement. "I thought all of you Amazons lived for that or something? I know there have been what..." He pulled out his fingers and started counting. "Her..that one...the Hawaiian...okay, three mother/daughter Ultra Womans. You didn't want to do that too?" he asked, in geniune curiousity.
"None of your business what I want or don't want. If I was going to give an interview I would've talked to one of those damned reporters." And did she ever mean what she said. Her life was private and Anya was determined to keep it that way. "For the record, some of us don't live for it." For Anya, that was the truth. She really hadn't cared about being Ultra Woman but because she had been, in her mind at least, denied it because of her parentage that made her privately want the title badly. At least to then throw it back in the face of the Queen. "Since we're on question time at the moment... How many heroine, not just Ultra Woman, items do you have in there? Seemed like a bit."
He smiled. "I have many things, some legal, some I obtained more for curiousity's sake. Nothing in there is really illegal. I mean, I didn't steal any of the costumes or pictures, at least I don't think any heroines pressed charges for stolen torn up costumes.
Anya repressed a slight smile. Yes she figured that not many would've pressed charges even had they known of this place. Because they would've had to explain, in court and on the record, just how the costume got torn up in the first place. She doubted many would want to do that. "Kidnapping somebody and forcing them to wear something that isn't their own isn't exactly legal buster. And don't start saying about me doing something illegal again. I do not want to be in your collection!"
"All I ask is a little of your time. If you want, I will even give you whatever you came here for. How is that? In exchange for an evening with an Amazon, I'll give you whatever you came for, and let you go, of course." He placed his chin in his hands and smiled at Anya pleasantly. "Fair?"
A few doller signs rolled in her head at his words. She already had a few concepts at escape but if she could make a profit on this... "IF I were to give you that evening you so desperatly want I would want more then I came for. Much more..." Anya said staring back at him. "And before you even think it, your 'evening' will NOT include and bed time or more of what you started earlier. Got it?"