Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 18
Wonder Woman walked numbly from the Courthouse. Actaeon had moved like a master and she had badly underestimated him. Naturally with her super speed it was no problem to outrun the media seeking to question her, but she supposed it didn't look good to see her dash off like that. The talking head analysts would be having a field day with her, but she had more important concerns.
As the statuesque beauty walked down a deserted back alley, she did not take notice of the drug dealers and thugs that skulked there; they shied and hid themselves from the Justice Leaguer. They could see she was deep in thought and were satisfied that she wasn't looking for them. Her punches and judo throws had sent them to the hospital on more than one occasion.
Wonder Woman considered the issues: Actaeon had the exact location of Themyscira. With that tyrant North Korean boy Kim Jong-il and the advanced computers they had gotten, they could blanket her island with nuclear bombs. She wondered if he had found a way to plant devices there already in order to prevent the League from intervening. Even if she did contact the League, Actaeon could release the location of her island. Every enemy she and the Amazons had would love to learn their secret of hiding the island. As her boots clicked and echoed off the walls of the building she could not see a way out. A voice broke her reflection.
"Wonder Woman?" the young male voice came from the shadows.
Wonder Woman turned, placing her hands on her hips and setting her jaw "I am not in the mood to talk right now I…"
From the shadows emerged a familiar young face, black hair slicked back in a classic "bad boy" look, black leather jacket and jeans, and with a chain wallet in his back pocket
Anger boiled within Wonder Woman. "John," she snarled, gripping her golden lasso. "Escaped from prison have we?" She formed a loop in the lasso and her wrist rolled as she made ready to cast "Well we can just…"
Actaeon's hired thug, a lad barely into his shaving years, put his hands up. He'd dealt with Wonder Woman once before and knew the drill. "Whoa, whoa whoa! STAG there, Wonder Woman, STAG! I did not escape. I was released due to lack of evidence, and the unreliability of the witness. You know," he said with a smile of contempt, "seeing as you're at Strike Two, I would not risk Strike Three if I were you."
This gave the princess pause, she stopped swinging her lariat, but kept it in her hand "You cannot mean that after you sang like a canary for us Actaeon actually let you back IN? What do you want?"
"Let me in?" John smiled at this. "He told me to get caught and exactly what to say, you dumb cow. He's four steps ahead of you all the time, Princess. This was all planned out because he knew you could not keep your word. As for what I want," he pulled out a plain envelope. "I have a letter of instruction for you from Actaeon."
Diana felt her heart sink to her toes. Actaeon was not wasting any time. She stepped forward, her hand out. "Give it to me."
John took a sudden step back, holding the envelope out of her reach. "Ah, ah, ah…not so fast. The delivery boy gets a tip. Actaeon said so. You know, since you had me locked up and interrogated and everything." His lecherous grin gave Wonder Woman's stomach a harsh turn as he pointed at his crotch. "Get on your knees, Wonder Woman, and suck it."
Wonder Woman clenched her fist and advanced on John. "Why you little PERVERT. I may have to obey but I will rip that envelope from your hands and make you forget everything."
John stepped back once more, taking the envelope in both hands. "Uh, uh! Stop right there, bitch! This is chemically-treated flash paper: one rip and it goes up POOF in case the police get involved. Besides, that would be Strike Three and that little ole' island of yours goes POOF, just like this envelope."
Wonder Woman froze before the young hoodlum. "He wouldn't! Even Actaeon is not that crude. You expect me to get on my knees in the middle of a dirty alley and..and PLEASURE you…right here in the open?"
John shook his head, "No, first I expect you to apologize and beg my forgiveness, and answer my questions."
Wonder woman crossed her arms, legs spread wide. "Never! I'd rather die."
John shrugged, gripping the envelope firmly "Suit yerself…"
"WAIT!" she blurted. "Look, there must be something else…"
John stood smugly before her, his eyes bright with anticipation. "You want this or not, hero? On your knees now, Wonder Woman."
The Princess of Themyscira could see no alternative. All her sisters were at risk here. Her pride is the going price for their safety. One way or another she would make Actaeon PAY for this. Slowly she went to her knees, and with just that act she could see the lad's cock begin to harden in his tight leather breeches.
John smiled looking down at her, the envelope held high in both fists. "Now crawl to me and unzip me."
The raven-haired heroine moved forward, feeling the rough and grimy pavement under her palms and knees, hating every mortifying second of this, especially the arrogant thug's smile as he looked down at her until she made her way to his feet, kneeling there before him. Reaching up with her hands toward his fly, she saw him suddenly twist his hips. "Nope! No you don't. First you have to say yersorry. Ask me to forgive you, bitch."
The pavement under Wonder Woman's left hand crumbled to dust as she clenched her fist "Damn you…." She looked around, the drug dealers and pimps were gathering in the dimly-lit alley, their bright teeth showing grins, their iPhones all out and trained on her. "Fine, I'm sorry, forgive me," she says in one quick breath.
John suddenly drops one hand down and backhands her across the cheek but with her girdle on Wonder Woman does not even feel it.
"If that's the best you can do, then fuck off, cunt. I'll rip this up now. Do it RIGHT!" His voice then softened and he purred, "You know what I want to hear."
Still glowering, Wonder Woman hangs her head, defeated by his cunning. "John, I…am sorry I arrested you. I should have helped you and Peter put that girl into slavery. You men…had….had every right to…to rape her." Wonder Woman's eyes glimmer with the shine of her tears welling up in the dark alley. "We….we are just….just women." A heavy sigh escaped the heroine before she continued on with the end of her mortifying apology, "and that's what we were put on the earth by Zeus to do...serve and service men...please forgive me, let me…." She nearly choked on the words, "make it up to you."
John smiled and leaned back against the building wall. "Better bitch. So, tell me, suck a lot of cocks in your day?"
Wonder Woman blushed, "That's a very crude, very inappropriate question."
John raised his voice, "I still have the envelope! HOW MANY, WONDER WOMAN?"
The Champion of All Women growled softly but did the math anyway, counting in her head the month in Actaeon's compound, "More than 100."
John blinked, "What, you mean BEFORE this blowjob you're about to give me? Oh that's rich! Well, what's one more dick to a mouth pump like you? Perform your act of contrition, slut. Do your penance."
Diana despised John's smug look but she had to have that envelope with its instructions. Her sister's lives, her MOTHER's life might depend on it. Still, somehow she would make this male pay. Reaching up she grabbed the belt line of his black leather britches with her left hand, the fingers of her right going to his zipper when he slapped her hand away. "Not that way. A bitch should be on all fours. Use your teeth to open my fly, whore. And I dare you, I DARE you to question me again! See what it will get you and your island home!"
Wonder Woman flushes red with fury. Putting her hands back on the ground, she pressed her face into John's groin, her nostrils filling with the scent of tanned leather. She hated herself as the scent of leather aroused her. She had always liked leather. The street people gathered closer as she ran her tongue up the metal zipper trying to get the tab to flip up to catch in her teeth. She had never done this before. The zipper is rough against her tongue and she heard John moan as she had to lick right up the front of his cock just on the other side of the thin material. To her dismay her tongue licked over the tab instead of flipping it up. She started again, trying the flat of her tongue instead of the tip using her lips hoping to catch the tab. Again the tab, now wet with saliva, laid flat against the zipper.
John, hands still above his head with the envelope, chuckled and grunted as he felt the heroine push her face firmer against his crotch trying to dig the metal tab out with her tongue and lips, tilting her head sideways as she nuzzled at his crotch. It felt wonderful against his cock even through the leather. The warmth of her breath was intoxicating. He smiled to his audience "Yep, this is Wonder Woman. Not so proud when she's on all fours is she," he announced.
With ever-growing frustration Wonder Woman tried using her lips more, cocking her head to the other side as her saliva dripped down the zipper and off his leather sheathed balls. She pressed her lips halfway around his concealed cock. The tab is teasingly flipped up but she could not grip it in her teeth. The condensation from her breath and her saliva was making the leather wet and slippery, giving John a prominent wet spot on his pants. He had her licking at his crotch like a hungry bitch in heat.
John didn't rush her, enjoying the look of her drool as it dripped off her chin. What's more, the view of her positioned on her hands and knees on the grimy pavement as her face twisted in frustration made him stiffen. With her strength intact, she could easily bite off the entire front of his pants, including his dick, but she kept trying, practicing. Finally he felt her catch the little tab between her teeth. She had to lower her entire body down, arching her back, forcing her to look up his flat muscled abdomen into his smug smiling face. When she felt the tab slipping from her teeth, she clenched them tightly, bending the metal with her super strength as her head turned slightly in desperation. Doing this, however, wrinkled the fabric, making it impossible to tug the zipper all the way down. Since John had commanded her not to use her hands, Wonder Woman had to lean up into his crotch, burying her nose in his partially open fly and tug again, making her look like a dog tugging backward at a rag, the crowd behind her murmuring with delight at her predicament.
Finally, she managed to open his fly fully with her teeth, pausing to look up at him, a confused look on her face. It was open but how will she get him out? She tentatively moved her hands, and saw him glare, a slight twist away with his hips. "You bastard," she whispered softly. Taking a deep breath, she used her nose to part the sides of his pants, moving her head right and left to work her nose into the inside of his pants. She felt his stomach tighten as he chuckled, and her nose is filled with his scent, musky, sweaty, though not unpleasant. She had smelled this before, the scent of an aroused male. She extended her tongue, and came into contact with his 'tighty whities.'
"Damn it" she thought. "I cannot get my face in deep enough to use my teeth, he wants me to FISH."
There is only one opening in the front of male briefs, an opening the manufacturer put there so a male could urinate, where the fabric overlapped. She will have to use her tongue tip to move the fabric to the left, find the left edge and then move that to the right. She pushed her face deeper into the soft black leather of her tormentor's crotch, leaning forward on all fours now. Her tongue tip glided across the front of the white cotton, and when she found the left of the opening, she had to arch her tongue toward her chin to "hook" it. The famous heroine then began working back to find the right edge, her tongue dancing along the underside of John's still trapped cock, as the soft white cotton continues to absorb her saliva. It would have been harder except, as Wonder Woman, her super strength made it relatively easy to pull to the right, until the top of her tongue found the other edge, and she had to curl it toward the roof of her mouth. Nuzzling in his briefs, the pride of Paradise Island felt her tongue, for the first time, come in contact with the skin of John's cock. Now she had to work her tongue toward the tip, without letting the flaps close least she had to endure more embarrassment in a second attempt.
John groaned as he looked down. He couldn't see Wonder Woman's face. It was completely hidden in his crotch. As he felt the warm, slippery Amazon tongue curl around his cock deep in his breeches, all he could see of her is the top of her glossy raven-haired head.
Inside John's breeches, Diana knew she must slide up to the tip of his cock and suck it into her mouth. If she slipped she would have to start over. Right now, the warm moisture from her breath and the panting from her efforts was heating up the leather groin. Above her she heard the smug minion say, "Hey, come on there, Princess, yer parboiling my balls! Much longer and you're going to make my crotch an Amazon rain forest." Behind her, she heard the pimps and drug dealers laugh loudly.
Extending her tongue as far as she could, she felt his foreskin, uncircumcised, it figured! She'd learnt that if she HAD to do this, she preferred circumcised men. Lassoing his cock with her tongue the same way she would with her lasso, she felt the firm fleshy tip pop into her mouth between her red lips. She almost had him! She suckled firmly as she began to draw back, coaxing the lad's cock out of his pants and into her mouth. As she began to see daylight again, John's cock extended from his breeches and at the feel of her lips he grew completely erect, sliding easily into the back of her throat.
As she sat back on her heels, Diana heard a cheer go up from the street crowd. "Not bad, Wonder Woman," John taunted her loudly. "Now, as the CHAMPION of all Women…suck me off."
Wonder Woman had no intention of prolonging this. If she had gotten good at one thing with Actaeon, it was oral sex. Firming her lips she pressed back into John's crotch, slipping his foreskin back and feeling the purple head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. She got a slight feeling of satisfaction hearing him groan, and felt the rushing taste of salty musk in her mouth as she suckled his organ with a noisy slurp. She ran her tongue around his glans, knowing it's one of the most highly-sensitive parts of the male anatomy. His penis bulging in her cheek slightly as the heroine worked him and got used to the feel and size of his cock in her mouth.
It never failed to amaze Wonder Woman but, despite John being a second-rate lackey, he was decently endowed as a male. She desperately wanted to use her super strength on him. She could suck his cock off his body, suck every drop of blood from him within three heart beats, and spit the whole messy thing onto his corpse, but as long as he held that letter… Sick with despair, yet resigned to her fate, she twists her head, taking his firm shaft into her cheek and then suckled it so the head rubbed against her gums. She then opened her jaws to take him to the very back of her throat. She bobbed her head continuously and took his full shaft down her throat again and again.
For John, there is only the sound of slurping and harsh breathing and an occasional slight gagging from between his legs. He is surrounded by the street people, taking their vids of him getting sucked off by Wonder Woman in her costume. By morning he would be famous and she is going at him like a true champion. With the exception of the sound of iPhones snapping pics and recording this unbelievable video, everyone is rather stunned. John feels Wonder Woman's nose go back into his leather breeches as she again takes him to his hilt...suckling like aeager fawn nursing at its mother's teat.
Wonder Woman wanted this horror show to be over. She was already humiliated, but John was proving to be less easy then she had hoped. She'd been giving him head now for over eight minutes. She tried one last trick to bring this to its…well, climax. On all fours like a dog, she bobbed her head faster and faster and then struck a pose, lifting her right hand up like a dog lifting its 'paw' and begging for its master's favor.
John saw the move and it triggered him, his cock erupting like a fire hose, pulsing his seed into her mouth. Another cheer went up from the throng, along with comments like, "Man, Wonder Woman could suck a golf ball through a garden hose" and "That woman could suck start a Harley" and its chortled reply, "I think she just did."
It was lucky the brick building was supporting John or he would have fallen. He let his lust vent directly into her mouth, hearing her swallow each bulging cheek's worth with a hefty gulp. He didn't care about her in the least. All that mattered was his pleasure: wave after wave of it! Finally his shoulders dropped and she felt his muscles relax; Wonder Woman let his deflating cock slip from her lips. John felt the cool outside air on his bobbing prick. John could not even speak and Wonder Woman, sitting on her haunches, looked around at the smiling faces. She blinked hard as she saw two uniformed police officers standing there smiling at the scene with their iPhones out.
Wonder Woman stuttered, "You j…just let him...d…do that to me?"
The police sergeant chuckled, "LET him, Wonder Woman? I don't think WE could have stopped YOU." He elbowed his partner, "Come on, I can't wait to get home and show my wife this. She thinks good girls don't give head."
Diana scowled, "Okay, great, you humiliated me, now give me the instructions…."
John scowled back still holding the letter high up in the air."Finish the job, bitch. You got it dirty so you clean it off and put it away. Gods, I like working for Mr. Davies," he sighed.
"One day you will pay for this," Wonder Woman warned even as she stretched her neck out and licked at him a few more times to symbolically 'clean' him. Finally, using her hands to nestle his cock back in his briefs she tugged his zipper up. "I did what you wanted; now give me the message."
John smiled down at her. "We will do it THIS way," starting to walk away from her then turning says, "Stay," as if talking to a dog. Wonder Woman quivered in place, her ass resting on her calves now as she impatiently watcheed him walk over to one of the addicts sitting near a dumpster. "See her?" He points toward the famous heroine in shiny red and blue kneeling in the alley 20 feet away. "Here is five dollars. If she moves before I get out of sight, rip this up. Only after I am gone do you let her have it. Me? I am going to need a cold shower," he smirks.
Wonder Woman watched John walk away whistling happily. The moment he is around the corner, she leapt to her feet and rushed to the addict, demanding, "Give it to me." The addict complied dumbly with a smile and she hastily ripped open the letter before freezing, her eyes wide with horror at her mistake! "Hera! The paper! The chemicals!" For a moment she felt absolute panic but the envelope just trembled in her hands. "The son of a bitch! He PLAYED me! There was no FLASH paper!" Fuming, she had to stop herself from shredding the contents getting it out.
There was a thick packet and a letter. She opened the packet. It was a Personal Protective Order, or PPO, against her ordering her not to be with a half mile of Actaeon Davies, his properties or any of his associates. She opened the letter.
Dear Diana:
Or do you prefer brood mare? That seems appropriate since you have violated the terms of our agreement. Strike One was when you invaded my operation and damaged it in Africa, Strike Two was when you had me arrested. You have been a VERY naughty girl and shall have to be punished, but as per the terms of our agreement, you will be allowed to continue to help others and be a "crime fighter." As of now, however, you WORK for me, meaning you will perform any act I say with whomever I say whenever I say. Additionally, congratulations on deciding to become a mother. You will follow these instructions to the LETTER, breech of that will constitute Strike Three. As you know at Strike Three you will become an incarnate sex slave and your fellow Amazon sisters as well as your mother will become targets. It is up to you, Princess, if you want to see if I have that kind of strength and resolve. I suggest you do NOT test me. I must also stress to you that this is your LAST chance.
Now, Step 1: you will proceed to 409 12th St. SW, Washington, D.C. as Diana Prince. Once there, you will request to have your nipples pierced as well as both a clit ring and a ring in each of your Labia Majora. You will not hide your Diana Prince identity and will put the doctor's visit on your CIA insurance. Please request that the rings be welded in. By the way, any attempt to render yourself infertile in ANY way will be detected here and constitute Strike Three. We shall see if pregnancy will calm you down some. You will be open and honest with the doctor about your coming sexual life. I will KNOW if you're not forthcoming.
Step 2: you will proceed to 23000 Pennsylvania Avenue. You may recognize that as the address of 'Washington Call Girls,' an illegal, very high-priced call girl service run by the notorious Madam "Pussy Galore." You will register there as Diana Prince and that will be how you will be contacted when I have a client for you to entertain.
Step 3: please note the PPO I have sworn out against you. You will come to my Upstate New York Mansion AS Wonder Woman, and in complete violation of that order. That is so if you ever try to use the legal system against me again I can have you arrested for stalking and possibly criminal intent to do bodily harm based on your well-known strength. I suggest you consider following this very carefully. I expect to see you tomorrow.
P.S. As to the PPO, consider yourself served.
The letter was unsigned.
Trembling, Wonder Woman tried to think of some alternative but she couldn't. She could not put her mother and sisters at risk. Not knowing who was compromised in the President's office, she thought for just a moment about involving Daniel but this was not his fight. She looked up the first address and felt tears of frustration burning her eyes. It is the same OB/GYN she had gone to after Actaeon had raped her the first time….the one that had demeaned her so smugly.
Finding a secluded spot, Wonder Woman spun in place and resumed her identity as Diana Prince. Feeling helpless she boarded the "C" line, for DC and spent a glum several minutes staring into space on the train before getting off at the Smithsonian stop.
Entering into the office, Diana sat down and filled out the sheets. As directed, she had her Langley ID and filled out everything. It was just a short wait until the nurse showed her to the room and then left. There was the same table and stirrups she had sat on to be examined before. She hated the ego on males, to name a device stirrups, like something you'd put on a docile horse, and it was made for women.
The doctor entered with the same nurse. "Ms Prince, I see you're back. Been out rolling the dice again? Need another pregnancy test?"
Diana blushed, "No…I came to….I came to have some piercings."
The doctor's eyebrows went up. "I see. I take it that by coming to my office you're not looking for ear piercings."
Diana shook her head. "No, my….my nipples, my clit hood, and both Labia Majora, and please….weld the rings shut."
The doctor nodded. "I see. You really are getting into the fetish scene, aren't you Ms Prince? Dominatrix? Or slave?"
Diana could not look into his face. "S…slave"
The doctor shrugged. "You do seem the type. Very well, get completely undressed then up on the table. It is required for my Nurse to stay. I would not want anything to seem…well, untoward. Oh, and you will have to pay CASH for this. Please do not offer to do 'anything' for me."
Diana blushed more as she was already removing her business top and removing her skirt. "I can pay for it," she said, deeply ashamed and depressed. She could not see a way out of Actaeon's trap.
Once she was up on the table, the Doctor readied his instruments, starting with her beasts. "Now this is easier with the nipples erect. I don't want to nick the milk ducts or any arteries."
Nervously Diana asked, "How will you do THAT?"
The doctor sighed, "Ms Prince I am a DOCTOR not a pervert." He reached out and gently flicked her nipple several times, causing the areola to engorge, the dark brown nipple standing up as she blushed with her full body. She then felt him pinch the brown nipple and bring the cool metal of the piercing gun up. She heard a pneumatic pop and felt a sudden pinch and the first nipple was done. It took only a moment to reset the gun and perform the act on the second nipple. He then took a rather large thick-looking ring, and she winced as he threaded it thru the openings. He paused, "These rings are made from titanium. Once secured it is not EASY to get them out. Are you SURE you want these welded permanently?"
Diana nodded, clenching her fists. The doctor attached a heat sink so the heat would not transfer to the flesh. Each side took a moment to seal. When he was done Wonder Woman now sported two perfect nipple rings.
Next the doctor went to work between Diana's thighs. She had to put her heels in the stirrups and the doctor cranked them as wide as they would go, giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy
"Hmm, Brazil. Why am I not surprised? Nice work, too. Looks like permanent depilation?"
Diana could not look at him or speak, she just nodded
"Hmm, it's lovely work. Nothing to impede the view, eh?" he said condescendingly. "Okay, now I will give you a TOPICAL anesthetic but THESE are going to hurt more."
In the past months Diana's body had been mishandled by others so often that her traitorous body rebelled when the doctor began using his gloved hand to gently open her soft petals. He had to pull back her hood and swab it with disinfectant. "You know there is a risk with this right? This is the dirtiest part of the body. But then I do not think you're particularly CONCERNED with being a DIRTY girl are you?"
Diana shook her head no, just wishing this was over.
The doctor's hands were gentle and he slipped his fingers between the perfectly formed Labia. He'd never seen such a perfect set. She IS a goddess after all, but he's amazed at the beauty of her vaginal attributes. Moreover, he was becoming a bit aroused despite himself as he spread her lower lips, poking them with a deep interest until "Wha…Lord! Nurse, she's dripping off the table. Get some wipes please?"
Diana was mortified, her body was responding like a bitch in heat creating her own flow of moisture in anticipation of sex, she felt the nurse's hands join the doctors, as she wiped her pussy. The doctor, trying to work more quickly, brought up the piercing needle and Diana felt something cool…and the sensation deadened. But then, when the hood was pierced, she sucked in her breath at the sharp feeling. Trying to speak under his breath she heard the doctor say, "Yes, yes, hurry nurse or were going to be taking a BATH in this…."
Mortified, Diana bit her lower lip thinking, "Please, please, PLEASE just hurry up." The doctor worked while the nurse wiped. Diana felt him gently pinch her right lip…and again the deadened pain, then the left.
"Wipe again nurse, I can hardly see for all this fluid." Diana could see the two titanium rings placed, and welded shut.
Afterward, the doctor began washing his hands and grabbed a towel as Diana sat up. She could see a puddle of her own pussy juices on the table and a small one on the floor where the nurse was wiping. "When the anesthetic wears off those are going to be sore and bruised for about a week," the doctor advised her. "Did you need any contraceptives, Ms Prince?"
Diana was pulling on her clothes as quickly as she could. "N…no doctor, thank you. Please....j..justlet me out of here."
The Doctor looked at her from over the rim of his glasses and just grunted, "Figures."