Princess Diana slowly became aware. The last thing she remembered was being tied over an altar, the cold shackles biting into her wrists and ankles and a warm burning tearing sensation in her ass. Then a silly looking yellow and blue stiped man with a cloak. As her mind cleared, she was next aware she was lying face down on some warm hard surface, her firm breast pressed beneath her; silk between her and the hard surface. She could feel herself naked, her arms by her side and the scent of roses.
Her ears picked up the sputtering of candles, her eyes focused on a shadow on the wall dancing to the candle light. From the cool feeling she was as naked as the day she was born, and she felt large firm hands on her bare ass, spreading her cheeks. A spark in her felt outrage as the hand, unbidden and without permission slipped over the loose soft opening of her anus. The finger had something slippery and cool, and she lifted her head slightly as the finger invaded her body to the 2nd knuckle, spreading the cooling gel over her abused anus. The feeling was at first slipper then cooling, like menthol.
She gave a very un-princess like grunt and arched, acting more like an animal than a princess, as the finger worked in and out and twisted in her rectum. Then she heard a familiar voice.
“Easy Diana” the cultured British accent said. “I am so very sorry you had to go thru that…this should help.”
Diana lifted her head to look over her smooth alabaster shoulder. She was on an ornate table, in a warm room. Aroma candles and the sound of fountain water soothingly and above her stood her “master”, Actaeon Davis, with a genuine look of concern on his face. The arm she had dislocated was out of the sling and his hands, glistening with an oily salve, moved to sooth the burning stripes that the pope had put on her ass.
She was mildly surprised to see he did not have medical gloves on, his finger had entered her unclean anus to sooth it, or maybe to get a rise from her and he was now soothing the burning on her firm cheeks.
“That would heal a whole lot more quickly if you just gave me my golden girdle…my powers would heal me…” she said laying her other cheek on the soft white silk
Actaeon shook his head “I know Diana…but you have to get used to this...” He gazed down on the smooth skin of her magnificent naked body. The continuous naked girl flesh was revealed to him, from her scalp to her toes without a thread to obscure his view. Just gazing at her was getting him hard.
“Get used to what?” she asked “Humiliation? The pain? Being ass fucked?” she said softly, without bitterness. She was pleased to see her crude term had surprised the rapist.
Acteon blinked, that was the first time he had heard her use vulgarity unbidden, and a sign she was changing. He smoothed the slave over her glistening firm ass, kneading it with his hands before taking a towel and wiping them. “Yes Wonder Woman, you have to get used to taking it up the ass, your pregnant now so between your legs and in that mouth of yours and don’t worry, soon you won’t call it humiliation…soon you will crave it, you won’t be able to get aroused without it. Not be much longer, you will get your strike three and I will have to auction you off to the highest bidder.
As he finished Diana rolled onto her side to face Actaeon, watching as he went to a bowl of water and soap to wash his hands. Normally she would have cocked her upper knee to hang over her groin and obscure a view of her mound, but she knew Acteon wanted her exposed as much as possible so she reversed this, leaving her upper leg straight as she bent the lower leg at the knee and used her elbow to set up like a feline reclining on the table. Her breasts sagged toward the table top, “Strike three? I have done everything you have asked, including laying here like a whore house wench. What makes you think I will get your, strike three?”
Acteon finished soaping his hands and took a fresh towel to dry them looking at her reclining on her side, exposed and at ease “You still think you’re in control Diana…You will go back on our deal when I am ready, then you will be auctioned off and I will have my retirement account. I will be one of the richest men on the planet, I will have the son you carry to train as my heir, I will have a beautiful Island with all the amities and all the women I want until my old age. After which, your own Hades has promised me a place in the Elysian fields. Selling you will be the final jewel in my career. The sale of you will close my career and you will spend the rest of your life at the feet of your master, placing his pleasure before you own.”
Something in what he said, bothered Diana and she felt a chill; she did not want believe him, she would see to it that his “strike three” never happened. She would never allow him to completely remove Wonder Woman, or the Amazon nation, from the earth. She noticed Acteon looking at her body, the tenting in his breeches. Knowing her rules, she nodded toward his groin “you want some help with that?” She would have to put him to sleep if she were to help her sisters, even if it cost her.
Acteon, surprised and smiling., looked down to where her gaze was locked on his groin. He felt himself blush, he had not blushed in a decade. He walked to the front of the table, watching the beautiful amazon roll back over on her stomach and move her shoulders over the edge of the table so her soft breasts pressed own on the hard surface “Why yes…thank you for noticing.”
Diana let her elbows off the edge of the table, arching her back to keep her head out and deftly reaching out to pull down the man’s zipper. With a practiced ease that bothered her, she slipped her fingers inside his breeches. She felt his firm hard phallus and easily spread the soft fabric of his briefs to fish the long fleshy member out. The bow familiar organ was just as she remembered it, firm, warm, slightly musky with the soft foreskin just covering he head.
For Actaeon, this never got old, feeling someone else’s fingers handling his cock. He enjoyed the distinct feeling of superiority, as he did not have to use his own hands to touch what was unarguably the filthiest part of his body. He stepped up and watched the champion of all women open those warm soft ruby lips and openly suck his unwashed cock into her mouth.
Wonder Woman’s wrapped her lips around the fleshy organ, using her lips to slide the foreskin back, which, despite her conscious mind knowing the humiliation, now felt like nothing more than one would suck on a finger or a thumb. It extended to the back of her throat as she moved her hands to the man’s hips to take the stress off her lower back and to help him thrust up. She felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her face into his crotch firmly, with a practiced ease.
Actaeon stepped in, so her nose pressed into his fly allowing himself to enjoy the view of the top of her head which was becoming a more welcome sight then her face.
Diana used her tongue to lick along his frenulum again and again using the flat of it to tease his glans. She hated how her body responded, her mouth, watering so much she drooled down her own chin, the musky taste of salt, welcome.
Acteon felt the flush of his lust, he had been so worried about the plan and the pain she had suffered, he had not realized how pent up he was.
Now looking down at the top of the amazon’s head, her face obscured in his pants, he did something he had not done since he was twelve. He came in under 1 minute.
Diana could also feel how pent up Acteon was. She had no choice but to hold still as the father of her child face fucked her, the firm flesh of his abdomen warm against the bridge of her noose as his soft scrotum snuggled warmly against her chin.
His thrusts were quicker and when he climaxed, there was more cum then she had gotten from him in the past. The warm milky fluid filled her mouth, the salty slightly bitter taste spreading thru her mouth as she opened her throat and began to swallow him down still suckling on the spurting organ.
He was right though, she HAD to get free, she had to make a move because, as she felt his thick seed sliding down her throat and realized how hungry she was, how thirsty, she realized how this man’s seed now made her feel…satisfied.
Acteon groaned, feeling a half dozen warm, firm pulses into the defeated heroine’s mouth…his greatest triumph…no one had ever brought Wonder Woman down and now she lay here…helpless, controlled obedient, she was even responsive.
He felt her pause as she swallowed expecting him to pull out, but the thought caused him to harden again and he held her still, this time letting her do the work, reveling in the sensation for a much longer time, until he climaxed again giving her a second load right down her gullet.
Now satisfied, he stepped back and watched as she arched again to put his cock away. She licked her lips and smiled up “Thank you master…”
Actaeon Davis sat down looking bewildered “you are VERY welcome Diana” he smirked caressing her chin gently, affectionately “where did THAT come from?”
Diana sat up now, the burning on her ass dull as she hopped off the table to kneel at her “master’s” feet.
“I was hungry.” She paused “I was VERY hungry. But don’t flatter yourself…I do this for my sisters. I know your trying to manipulate me to pleasure you more by threating to make me use my final strike with you…but I swear to you I will never let you harm my sisters.”
A sad smile tugged at Acteon’s lips “It will be over soon Wonder Woman, but I promise you, once it is over, you will be happier and more satisfied then you have ever been in your long life.
Diana knelt before him, her bare heels against her bare ass, knees spread widely, chest out head down, hands palms up on the back of her knees, the popes semen still leaking from her cunt. “What now master?”
Actaeon smiled “Now you are going to address the college of cardinals. You are going to say you came here to meet with the pope. You tried to seduce him but then said no and he would not stop… he raped you. However, you respect them and due to the efforts of Cardinal Emmitt you will not press charges so long as they remove Pope Innocent as the pope.”
Diana felt her stomach turn in revulsion “Making me look like a whore and leaving the path to Emmit’s dream of becoming pope clear.”
Acteon nodded “yep and opening the door for the salve sale, the same sale where you will be sold Diana.”
“Not if I keep our bargain…right?”
Acteon nodded offering her Golden Girdle. “True, now let’s get you healed and dressed Wonder Woman…the college awaits.”
The full College of Cardinals was in session having gathered while the Holy Father was “resting” in his chambers. One elderly cardinal, from Russia stood up.
“What are we going to DO about this? The Holy Father…a sodomite? Raping a woman on these grounds?”
The Cardinal from Spain shook his head “No, no. no Seňor, there is no Canon law for the laicization of a sitting pope…once he is confirmed the appointment is for life.”
Still another of the Cardinals stood “We HAVE to do something with all the scandals of priests being...improper, with boys and allegations of papal cover up, if this, Wonder Woman, goes to the authorities, it could topple the entire Catholic church.”
Cardinal Emmitt smiled to himself as a lifetime of work was coming into fruition as the Dean of the College of Cardinals, he raised his arms calling for silence “My brothers, as you know we have long been debating the wisdom of celibacy within the church. The church once SPONSORED brothels and even our beloved St Paul and St Augustine advocated for unmarried unattached women to serve the church and allay these desires. Even our wedding vows state a woman’s place is to love, honor and OBEY her husband.”
Outcries immediately followed
“But we are talking RAPE and SODAMY! Crimes by which every country in the world has prison terms for.”
“But we are ABOVE law, We have GOD’s Lae, we are placed here to GUIDE man BACK to the Law”
“But we have not DONE it yet!”
Emmitt raised a hand again, calling for silence “My dear brothers, I have prayed and I think the lord has shown an opportunity to further the father’s work and have it viewed positively by our flock.
The room went silent Cardinal Etchegaray, from France gave a skeptical look “tell us of this, Holy vision…”
Emmit smiled and waved to the Papal guard “show in the harlot….”
The doors open, and there, in her red white and blue scandalous garb, stood Wonder Woman in all her glory. She hid her discomfort as she advanced under the prudish hypocritical male stares. Each one of them would have loved to see more of her. Her boots echoed across the room as she strode forward trying to ignore how the tight uniform now chafed her skin and the golden eagle’s wings that formed her bodice, rubbed and aroused her nipples until they threatened to poke thru the fabric. She took her heroine stance in front of the lecherous Cardinal Emmett, fists on her hips legs slightly spread.
Emmitt stood with all humility “I see your, shall we say, MAGICAL belt has healed you. I trust you understand you have the Churches’ most…SINCERE apologies and every curtesy has been shown to you?”
Diana glared at them “and you think that makes things all better?” she scoffed, placing her fists on her hips ad striking the classic “heroine” pose.
“Most assuredly not” Emmitt said, making a good show of being uncomfortable. “however, I think I have something that may. I see you have your, golden lasso…would you tell us all how it works?”
One of the other Cardinals objected “I think we all know…”
Emmitt interrupted “Indulge me…please, for the sake of the church. Please Wonder Woman, if you would”
Diana plucked one of her most powerful weapons from her golden girdle “it was forged by the god, the GREEK god Hephaestus, as a girdle for my mother’s sister. When she…went rogue, it was re forged into this lasso, those encircled by it must tell the truth, and must do as commanded.
Emmitt held his hand out “May I?”
Wonder Woman handed him the golden loops
Emmitt smiled “Would any like to try it out…perhaps on me…” he strode to his chief rival and held out the golden strands “you perhaps, place it around me and ask any question you like.”
The man recoiled from it as if it were a snake about to bite him “I think we are all aware of the witchcraft, even if the woman has used it for benevolent purposes.”
Emmitt smiled “I like how you put that” he turned to Wonder Woman “would you consent to us putting this on YOU, for um…benevolent purposes?”
Wonder Woman knew what the dark cardinal was trying to do and took a step back “I….”
“Oh come now Wonder Woman, we are a COLLEGE of CARDINALS…in public…and we do want the TRUTH do we not?”
Trapped, she nodded “very well.”
She stood as the scarlet garbed man placed the loop around her waist, and felt the effects of the lasso take hold.
“Now Wonder Woman,” Emmitt began, carefully remembering how they had scripted the questions, for this WOULD compel Wonder Woman to speak the truth “Please relate to these men, what we discussed when you awakened.”
Diana felt the lasso’s power over take her, she cursed, he had not asked her why she came here, he had asked her to relate what they told her to say.
“I came here to discuss, with Pope Innocent, the churches return to a non-celibate state. Being a pagan myself, I should to seduce him, willingly…I suppose that because of a life of celibacy, he could not help himself and after he got me out of my uniform, he bound me and raped me.”
Emmitt began to put down the lasso when his rival spoke up “not so fast, I want to ask her a question.
Diana’s heart skipped a beat, the dark Cardinal could not refuse now, and if this man asked her any of a myriad of ‘right questions” she could expose him. She saw Emmitt hesitate, then hand the end of the lasso to the other Cardinal.
The other cardinal took it and looked at her “Tell me Wonder Woman…is there any way you would make this up? A way that override this…things power…to mislead us?”
Her heart fell…she was forced to answer “No.”
Satisfied, they released her. She coiled the golden line and replaced it on her belt.
“So…what is it you want the Wonder Woman…”
“I want him removed, now…”
“We can’t just remove him…he’d have to resign…
Diana nodded, reciting her script “Cardinal Emmitt offered a solution I would accept. I am prepared to compel him to do just that.” he patted the golden rope again “He will think it is the right thing to do.”
There was a brief outcry “That would not be RIGHT, not sincere!”
One of Emmitt’s friends spoke up “Gentlemen...if God has given us this…tool...and it is a return to his values…”
There was a murmuring of agreement. After a pause Emmitt stood “All opposed?” there was not a sound. “Then it will be so.”
Cardinal Bradley nodded “Cardinal Emmitt, your service will not be forgotten.”
Wonder Woman Turned and walked out to the thunderous applause of the entire college…but it was not for her…it was for Emmitt.”
Emmi tans Davies relieved Wonder Woman of her lasso, and she was made to stand outside, at attention while the 2 entered and “spoke with” the young pope. It took several hours, by which time, even with her belt, she was trembling with effort to remain head erect, shoulders back, feet at a 45 degree angle, back ram rod straight. Finally, Actaeon had emerged, hung her lasso on her belt, and wordlessly walked her to her own invisible jet.
Once out of the Vatican Wonder Woman was required to surrender her clothing, which was chafing anyways. She was flown back to Washington DC. Once in the mansion, much had changed. Shayera met them, her abdomen now starting to form the round ball of the 2nd trimester with her master’s, Brad’s child. The once warrior woman now smiled happily, and slowly caress her lower belly, her fingers frequently dipping down to part her soft folds as she fingered herself.
Actaeon seemed to lose interest in Diana, except as a display for others of his ilk who held privilege and power. Diana was still required to spend her time naked, but now, with her own pregnancy confirmed, Actaeon made her thighs “open for business” and she was required to service the entire staff now. Nothing was off limits.
The rapes did not bother Diana, not after thousands of years of life, but she had been a virgin, and now, the sex was getting addictive, though her nipples were always cold which made the rings in them stand out.
Actaeon lived to the letter of their agreement. Each week, Diana would heat to the NSA, to see Daniel, who continued to treat her as an agent, as she acted as his secretary.
It took about 4 months before Daniel noticed. “Diana…what is going on, that’s not weight gain…Are you…pregnant?” She hated the look of hurt, as if she had betrayed him on his face.
“Daniel I…” she began.
“Diana NO” he said raising his voice “Don’t evade me further. I have helped you at EVERY turn. This is not like you. The entire office knows about you, and half of the staff going into the back rooms.” He went silent and crossed the room taking her hand. “Diana…your pregnant. Please tell me what is going on.
And just like that, the dam burst. Diana felt herself slipping into Daniel’s arms, sobbing “Danial… I am being blackmailed; I can’t say by whom.”
Danial embraced her, his heart racing as he felt her warm breasts pressing against his chest, the hard bulge of her abdomen against his groin “Then you have been raped? Diana you don’t have to do this alone Mr. Fox…”
Diana looked up suddenly, feeling warm in her friend’s embrace “Mr. Fox is IN on it. Oh, Daniel I wanted to tell you, but hundreds, maybe thousands of woman’s lives DEPEND on it.” She was thinking of Thesimiscaria but did not say it. She lay her cheek against his chest feeling in control for the first time in over a year, listening to his heart beat in his chest.
Daniel looked shocked. “It’s the white slaver’s then. The case you have been working. Diana looked up with newfound admiration in her eyes “you knew?”
“I am an agent Diana, YOU helped train me. Diana I am sorry you got raped…I will get Internal Affairs…”
Diana pushed away “NO! Daniel you don’t know what is at stake…Half of internal affairs have been…”
“But Diana, we CAN’T just let you do this alone…”
The raven haired woman slipped her arms around her friend’s waist “I...Am not…listen, They have President Perino, They have Hawk Woman…I need proof…I am already pregnant, they can’t make me MORE pregnant…if I am going thru this I want it to be for a reason.”
She swallowed hard, deciding she could trust him, she HAD to trust SOME body “They have all my passwords, all the access to my accounts…I have seen Mr. Fox meeting directly with these people. They are planning a mass auction. An Auction of PEOPLE…of WOMEN and stolen goods…I just have to find out when…and where. They think I am broken. Get the agents you can trust, and alert The Flash.”
Diana, if it is proof you need…we could surveil…I have friends I trusy…you could wear a wire…”
Diana looked up at him, it renewed her faith, her trust in people to have this man on her side “Danial…they don’t let me wear…ANYTHING.
The young agent looked confused a moment, and as realization dawned on him her pulled her close again. “oh Diana...what have they made you do…”
Princess Diana stood in her own office, and enjoyed the warm embrace and sympathy. Now more than ever she knew she had to act. Even if it put her sisters back on Tesimiscria at risk, even if she lost, she could NOT live like this, not allow women to be like this.
Out of gratitude, Diana felt her hands drop from Daniel’s waist, to the warm tight tuck of his ass. She felt his back and then exactly what she wanted, began to stiffen in his breeches as her hands slid down over his tight firm ass.
Daniel took a sharp breath in surprise, gripping her upper arms and pushing her back “Diana…Please…You don’t have to do this…”
She stepped back and placed a finger on his lips “shhhhhhh” and slowly advanced on him. The young agent slowly backing into the back corner of his office. When she had maneuvered his back against the wall…she leaned in and whispered “Please Daniel…I have been forced for over a year. Please let me do this one thing because I WANT to…because I want to be with a friend.
She could feel his heart racing, feel his arousal against the firm bulge of her belly, as she leaned in. When their lips touched, his were firm, while hers were velvety. Like rose petals. She moved one hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, firmer into the kiss deepening it as her tongue found entry into his mouth.
Diana felt pride in her gender flood back into her, no man could resist an Amazon who set her sights on him. She turned her head sideways ad ground her thigh against his flank coaxing his tongue into her mouth so she could suckle on it and play with it in her own home.
It took a while but gradually Daniel responded…there was only so much a male can take as his hormones raged. She gripped his ties and moved him toward the chair behind what used to be her desk, a sultry smile on her lips as she led hhim like a dog on a leash intending to…the door opened…and there stood Mr. Fox.
The elder man stared like a child who had just walked in on mom and dad actively making him a little brother. Then his face hardened “Ms. Prince, may I see you in my office…NOW.
It had been nearly 5 months since Wonder Woman had performed for the college of cardinals and she could no longer hide the firm bulge growing in her abdomen from Mr. Fox. Diana stepped into his office, knowing what was coming
“Diana” he said with mock concern “YOU are…pregnant!”
“Yes Mr. Fox” She replied looking down at her feet with a deep sense of shame.
“Diana, what you do on your own time is none of my affair but I have to know who the father is, this could open up a security risk…”
“I don’t know” she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks.
“What do you MEAN, you don’t KNOW? You do not know about the risks?” he asked.
“I don’t know who the father is” she replied as Actaeon had directed her, the princess of truth, forced to lie.
Mr. Fox opened an envelope…and tossed a set of pictures on the desk inside were more than 50 photographs of Diana on her knees giving different men blow jobs.
“I can understand why you can’t figure out who the father is Diana, I am beginning to wonder how you worked your way to the top…Diana…I…we can’t have this in the office. Diana, are you SURE everything is ok? Are you in danger? Do you need help?”
This was the trap, Diana knew…Fox was in on this, she knew it, he had to know all about her, and Actaeon, she had seen him at the Mansion many times, if she asked for aid now, he would report right back to Actaeon “No Mr. Fox…I just…well I have had more than one…”
Fox stood up “MRS PRINCE!” he quieted and calmed himself “Ms. Prince, take a paid leave of absence until after….”
“Thank you Mr. Fox” she said quickly.
In the outer office Danial met her “Diana…”
Diana stopped him “I am on maternity leave.”
“Diana, why don’t you stay at my place?”
She shook her head “Actaeon will require me there, and he can’t do any more damage for now… I am sure they will soon reveal when and where the new Auction will be. This is bigger than both of us…I have to see this thru.”
Diana: she said softly “Diana I will make sure our plan works...I promise and if you need someone to care for you…and your child…
She smiled and nodded. As she heard a familiar stern voice “Mr. Boone…get in here.” Daniel was still in getting reprimanded for his…indiscretion in the office with her when Diana had cleaned out her desk. Two security guards, under the guise of “helping her” escorted her from the grounds.
Wonder Woman wandered the streets of Washington DC just trying to think. While she walked, the weight of the child in her abdomen, caused her to lean back, her hands often lifting her own belly to keep the weight off the small of her back. With no job, once she returned to Actaeon Davie’s Washington DC mansion, she would not be free again until she had delivered his child. Her best home right now was Daniel. She could not stay out forever. When she finally arrived, she looked up into the huge glass front to see Actaeon Davies in the executive office, a glass of champagne in hand, standing with another bearded man in a business suit looking down at her and smiling that smug smile. Actaeon was taking animatedly and pointed down at her, raising his glass to her.
When she walked in Diana passed the stuffed trophy of Sheena’s lioness mother in the foyer, Sheena’s mystic necklace hanging openly in the dead animals snarling jaws. Diana slid her hand over her own abdomen, feeling the hard lump that was Actaeon’s child, despite the circumstances, she could not bring herself to hold any thoughts against the child, it was not the child’s fault. Deep down, this caused the Amazon princess to know true fear, her body’s hormones were already adapting, hijacked by the new life growing within her. This must have been what her own mother felt, after her rape by Heracles. She could feel her maternal instincts taking hold, along with the morning sickness, her breast tissue growing, her areole’s stretching with the golden loops thru the nipples themselves, getting ready to lactate. Her nipples were becoming SO sensitive, her body’s way of giving her an unwanted reward for reproducing.
With a sigh, Diana walked past the lioness, admiring the exquisite work Acteon’s taxidermist had done to make it look exactly like Sheena’s adoptive animal mother. She walked into a servant’s room, a roman mosaic on the floor depicting Acton’s transformation into a stag by the Goddess Diana. Diana knew what was required of her, and she detested it. Every time she did it, it felt like defeat, worse a surrender…something foreign to an Amazon and yet, her body was anticipating the contact.
The old Christians had a saying, “It is easier to be a slave then free.” She removed her shoes and her nylons, feeling the smooth ceramic tile and the grit upon it on her bare feet as she began to disrobe. She began to understand that saying, she had no life or death decisions, so long as she obeyed, she had her needs cared for, the food was exciting, her mind was pleased with all manner of delight from exotic places to exciting people, and the sex…several millennia of abstinence, and now, powerful mind numbing climaxes, with absolutely no consequences. No stigma, no concern about raising the young, all that taken care of by others, and all she had to do is obey. Debase herself for the pleasure of others. To bring joy and pleasure to others with her own self-sacrifice.
She unbuttoned her coat, and the blouse, feeling the warm humidified air on her bare breast, she could not resist sliding her hand under the heavy gland, feeling it’s weight her fingers played with the nipple rings, rolling her turgid nipples slightly and enjoying the feeling of pleasure. The thought made her very wet and aroused, and that frightened her…if she fell into that trap…to give in…she could NOT let that happen, that would be the beginning of the end…acceptance of being a slave.
Folding her blouse with the nylons, to go to the laundry, her hands moved to her hips, removing her skirt. It had been at least a month since she was able to see her own Quim without a mirror. Her belly was too large now. She closed her eyes slipping her fingers between her bare nether lips to gently slip in and out of her sex, pleasuring herself as she circled her clit, panting gently. Her belly was so heavy she had to use one arm to steady herself while her other used her fingers to delight herself. Wearing no undergarments made the laundry much lighter but it bothered her that the feel of air against her bare skin, no longer seemed unusual. Actaeon had removed all except her clit ring, and her nipple rings and she took advantage of the moment of privacy to pump her fingers within her own sex, her juices running down her legs and soaking her hand. Actaeon felt now that he could claim her child, there was no reason to restrict her sex, and his staff were VERY good at pleasuring his women.
Diana continued to work her fingers within her sex until she felt a gratifying shudder, she could have gotten any one of the staff to pleasure her, with no worry about the outcome, but doing this for herself felt like at least a small victory. Finishing herself off, she began to move out of the room, the cool tiles gave way to the hard wood floor in the kitchen, where Diana picked up a solid platinum tray of leaded crystal goblets full of wine, heading toward the door to Actaeon’s private study.
The door swung silently open and Diana walked into a smoke-filled room. Actaeon sat in a black leather over stuffed recliner in front of the huge wall windows overlooking Washington D.C. and the Potomac river, Diana could see the people walking by, should any look up, they would clearly see the 2 naked pregnant women serving the men. Across from Actaeon, sat a man Diana thought she knew, though not personally, Vandal Savage, the nemesis of the Thanagarians, he had been hunting Shayera and her mate, Hawkman, Carter Hall, for generations and so far, was 4 for 4 in managing to murder Carter, their spirits re inhabiting new bodies thru time as the two Thanagarian lovers searched for each other. Savage had thus preventing the two Thanagarians from marriage and having children of their own, but had never managed to violate her himself.
Shayera herself knelt naked as a jaybird, before her nemesis, head bowed, a dog’s leash connecting her throat to Vandal’s hand as he smiled lustfully down at her. Shayera knelt with her back to the huge windows, naked and squatting on the balls of her feet, her smooth ass cheeks resting on her heels and her knees spread wide to give any who looked an unobstructed view of her soft fiery bush and the soft sex nestled between her thighs. Except it was now mostly hidden by the full bulge of a woman’s belly in its last trimester. Shayera had been permanently tattooed in a Hawk motif. Her legs were yellow, looking scaled to her knees as well as her arms to her elbows, then a soft feathery ventral side, while her ventral side matched her wings, whose primaries currently bent against the plush wool carpeted floor.
Shayera knelt with her back was ramrod straight, her chest out, breasts pouting softly. Diana paused to consider how much bigger Shayera’s breasts and areole now were, laden with milk and ready to be suckled. Diana noticed the nipples were as turgid as they could get, gold rings dangling from them and her clit same as Diana. Her eyes on the ground 2 feet in front of her; face framed by her flaming red hair and her hands rested on her knees, palms up as if in supplication.
“Ahhh Diana” Actaeon’s rich British accent says “don’t just stand there gawking, serve us. Now Vandal you were telling me about Shayera?”
Diana moved to do the “bunny squat”, a technique used by Playboy bunnies so as not to be obscene when serving in the older clubs, the whole thing may absurd by her state of nakedness. to offer the tray of Napoleon brandy to the dark man. Diana’s irritation with the villain increased as her soft breasts were right in front of him, and he did not even look, he was so distracted as he spoke, that the back of his hand rubbed against her nipple as he blindly reached for a goblet. “
Savage swirled the smoky liquid and sipped at the snifter “Yes, I was High priest to Egyptian Prince Khufu, I was the one who discovered that Catar Hall and his bride to be” he smiled and pointed to his shoe, causing Shayera to eagerly lean forward and begin licking his feet “and his Bride to BE…Shayera here were Thanagarians and that I could feed off his spirit and make myself immortal”
Actaeon frowned, taking a snifter of brandy for himself as Diana knelt beside him, spreading her knees as he felt Actaeon’s warm gentle hand on her head as if a loyal dog, stoking her mane. “Mr. Savage, as you know, I am not a fan of murders and brutality…:”
Savage smiled as he reclined, placing his other foot on the top of Shayera’s head to push her face against the top of his shoe, her tongue wetting the smooth black leather “Come now Mr. Davies, brutality is hardly how it would be applied, the birds of the sky are ours, no different from wringing a chicken’s neck or shooting a deer. I dispatched Prince Khufu with a potion taught to me by the minions of Set, in his sleep so that I could drain the spirit from his body. I really do thank the ancient Egyptians, I would never have discovered the spells needed for the spirit draining.”
Actaeon listened as he rocked back, using a slippered foot against Wonder Woman’s bare ass to nudge her toward the enthralled Shayera, “Mr. Savage, I realize how formattable you are but, if you are asking me to give or sell you Shayera so you can feed off her, the answer is no.”
Diana moved next to her friend, anything to get her to stop washing her enemies’ foot with her tongue. Actaeon’s answer surprised her as she gripped Shayera’s smooth shoulders and drew her into a deep French kiss as the 2 women lay on the floor between the two men. Shayera responded opening her thigh to bring her pussy lips against Diana’s. The two woman’s swollen bellies pressed against each other as the two scissored for the men’s pleasure.
Savage chuckled and took an ungentlemanly gulp from his brandy snifter, his eyes locked on the naked winged woman who’s leash he held “I am afraid you misunderstand Mr. Davies, I cursed Katar Hol to be my prey thru ought time. I know that the media like to paint the vigilantes as geniuses, but these two BIRD brains are not very bright, as befitting prey. To date I have discovered his soul in 4 different incarnations. I hunted the bird, dispatched it, drained it of blood for my ceremony. I have yoked his strength and nobility for myself and currently his wings and helmet adorn the wall of my study and each of his cadavers resides as a mummy in my tombs, but the one thing that has eluded me is having his woman.”
Actaeon watched his two women before him watching them pant as they ground their pelvises and abdomens together at his command, for his pleasure. He did not like this Murderer sitting before him, but the thought of him wanting to control Hawkwoman and watching these two women, previously paragons of virtue now scissoring openly in front of a huge glass window, was driving his lust to highest he had not experienced since he was 14. “Do you want to yoke her love for her lover?”
Vandal smiled, the lust evident in his breeches as he leaned forward “In the past her love has been such that she either died fighting me, or committed suicide rather than serve at my feet. “My sources tell me that you have the ability to reprogram birdbrain here, as easily as one programs a computer…”
Acteon listened “It is not quite that easy, and besides the society has its rules, the property must be auctioned off…so EVERYONE has a chance to bid.”
Savage leaned forward “Some now Mr. Davies, every time I have cornered her, she has eluded me. I have recently dispatched the latest incarnation of her prince, and I cannot wait to feel the princesses tongue without the leather of my shoe in the way. With the ancient Egyptian treasures, I have access too I can out BID anyone, but waiting for the auction will give her yet another chance to elude my lust. I am willing to pay you AND your organization TOP dollar I WANT her NOW Mr. Davies”
Actaeon leaned back steeping his fingers “Is that a threat Mr. Savage?”
Vandal took a deep breath and leaned back “No…I am not going to fall into infighting amongst ourselves, but I am sure you can see my point.”
Acteon considered “there would have to be a few conditions.”
Vandal grinned widely “Name them!”
“Ok, first off the cost is one billion dollars’ gold...”
Vandal frowned “what about priceless art?”
Acteon considered “If I like it I will purchase it out of my own funds and make up the difference. Next, I cannot give her to you for another month, she is pregnant and I get the child.”
Vandal laughed “That is not a problem, sooner or later she will die and her wings will adorn my wall beside her lovers’ and her soul will need a new vessel, however I want to SEE her reprogramed to my specifications and I want access to her.”
Actaeon smiled at the two sweaty wrestling women on the floor “Agreed, one more thing, you have knowledge of the Egyptian gods and goddesses do you not?”
Actaeon was gratified to see this cause Vandal’s attention to leave the two struggling women “Be careful what you ask Mr. Davies, you speak of great power.”
Actaeon nodded “Would I be correct in assuming that, due to the Judeo-Christian / Muslim god, they are somewhere, comatose, with perhaps a guardian?”
Vandal completed the sentence “awaiting a time for more worshipers... what are you getting at?” his eyes narrowed.”
Actaeon smiled “Wonder Woman and these…mortals are just a start…there will come a day we will surpass the gods…”
Savage’s eyes glanced at the two sweaty, panting females, their groins glistening with their own juices “you seek to put Sekhmet and Isis under your foot?”
Actaeon blinked in surprise his hand going to his chest “Me? Good heavens no…I dare say from what I hear of Sekhmet, she would not only use her claws to drag out my entrails, but she would use my soul as her personal litter box, besides I am retiring with the money I will get from these two animals”. He nudged Shayera’s bare ass with a foot…but I hope to raise my SON,” he nodded to Wonder Woman “I hope to have some…ambition, when that time comes, and as, unlike you, I am not immortal, I would like my son to find a friend in you.”
Vandal say back taking another deep breath “You ask much, but I like how you think…that’s a plan worthy of me. But you are right, it will take a generation to plan. Very well, I will mentor your son, but he has to seek me out, I will not just volunteer the effort, and if he is not ambitious enough, I may move on them myself…”
Actaeon smiled “then we have a deal.”
Vandal cast a lustful eye on his prize “I won’t let her get away again Actaeon, I want her…”
Actaeon smiled back “Diana…you are going to help Mr. Savage ‘finish off’ Shayera for good…begin now please, then come over here and serve me before I explode.”
Diana had listened to everything, she could not make up her mind if she was ashamed because Actaeon had successfully ‘trained’ her to be aroused against her will. Shayera was a wet dream come true and she had been lusting after the woman for years. Pressing their naked bodies together in a lesbian embrace, was something Diana would have considered abandoning her vows for, or worse, angry that the 2 of them had spoken so openly in front of them as if they did not exist.
As the naked amazon helped the hawk woman to her knees, Vandal frowned “is that wise Actaeon? The amazon has her own way of escape and ruining other’s plans.
Actaeon smiled “Not to worry Vandal, in order to realize my plan, Diana has sworn obedience, I have to…convince her to go back on her word to succeed.
With Shayera kneeling and looking apprehensive, Wonder Woman went to the wall of the study, caressing the phallus of the bas relief of a faun caused the wall to rotate revealing a plethora of female bondage equipment. Diana picked a 3-strand single twist rope knowing it would be scratchier and a man like Savage would like that. She also chose 2 black leather arm binders.
Returning to Shayera, she noticed that despite John’s conditioning of her mind, Shayera knew the seriousness of what was going to happen, and did not want it. This man had kept her a virgin and away from her lover for generations, just so he could have her.
Diana came up and gently caressed the warm feathered wing, folding it up against its wrist joints.
Hawk Woman looked up “Diana…what are you doing? I am not sure I...I want to do this, I mean I know master said to…but…that’s Vandal Savage…”
Diana slipped the butter soft leather over the wing and began lacing it so that Shayera would be unable to extend her wings. “I am sorry Shayera, we…I have no choice, believe me I can assure you, he IS going to pleasure you…it won’t hurt” Diana hated herself as her own arousal had her justices running down her legs, she would have to clean the rug in the morning.
170x240Diana restrained Shayera’s other wing, and picked up the sisal. Diana ran her arms down Shayera’s shoulders down her well-muscled, warrior’s, arms and pulled the wrists together over the top of Shayera’s wings. Taking the hemp, having been used on her many times, she began to tightly wrap the chafing rope around both of Hawkwoman’s uncrossed wrists. She stopped to snug the turns and make sure it was tight…before beginning to wrap the rope between the wrists to find a kind of chinch cuff, then began weaving the line up the arms trapping Hawkwoman’s vaunted wings beneath her arms. 320x240Next she took another rope, walking in front of the bewildered woman and began to Frogtie” her. Wrapping the rope around the squatting woman’s upper thigh and ankle before reversing again to make another chinch. She bound each leg individually so that Savage, could part her knees, but otherwise Shayera’s soft red bush and petals within, were not completely unprotected.
Diana considered, and decided on a leather penis gag. Considering it, the leather would taste sour, she had had it in her mouth enough herself, but the warm sand within would both fill her mouth and allowed her something soft to bite into. As she came up Shayera looked bewildered “D…Diana…something tells me this…this is something, I can’t come back from…I don’t wanna do this…are you going to put that in my moufffphs….”
Diana pressed the black leather into Shyara’s moth until it reached the back of her throat, still hating herself but there were more lives here at stake…she WOULD make them pay and would rescue Shayera…somehow. “I’m sorry Shayera, but I don’t think he’s interested in talking.
Buckling the device firmly around Shayera’s head, the woman was now muffled. Diana turned to see the panting villain.
“Are you going to get undressed?”
Vandal smiled “Amazon bitch, don’t make me do the work…get to it.”
Diana blinked…and then realized, they were going to make her complicit in the act. Walking over, the air felt hotter, and she noted her body shimmering with sweat….her rebellious nipples aroused as she knelt before the smug villain, he reached out to play wither nipple rings “You are wondering why your so aroused at helping me with your friend, but Amazon’s have always had a dominance fetish” he chuckled “I was THERE when Heracles RAPED your mother. Now do not keep me waiting.”
Diana reached up, at least they were allowing her to use her hands, not her tongue. Gripping the top of the man’s waistband her finger pulled down the brass zipper on his pants. Next she slipped her fingers within.
Both men chuckled as Diana had to try and figure out how the opening on his briefs worked. She fumbled for 2 or 3 minutes. She could feel his hard anatomy, but how did the fabric open. Finally, her fingers found the seam and she moves the right way, feeling the inner seam. She hooked her finger around it and was finally able to feel Vandal’s bare firm skin.
She had to take a moment to explore, as she could not see within his breeches. The emotions on her face were visible, much to the two men’s amusement. The first was mild surprise, not unexpectedly Vandal was hung like a moose. For some reason, the Gods had a cruel sense of humor; heroes, even her Steve Trevor, tended to be hung like mice, while the villains had both the hardware to do business and the skill to use it. Vandal Savage was no exception. Once her fingers figured out how to part the cloth, the man’s thick impressive, uncircumcised erection was revealed. He was warm, and slightly moist and his black pubic hair was silken. Several months ago it would not even have occurred to her that pubic hair had different textures. As much as this man was a misogynistic rapist, Diana had to honestly admire this man’s equipment.
Diana felt a tap on her head as Vandal smiled “See anything you like?” He smiles smugly down at her, “I am waiting, you can explore and admire later.”
Diana blushed and suppressed her urge to wipe the smirk off his face, and began running her fingers up his shaft. Even before he had emerged she could feel his flesh, heavy and pulsing, and with a gentle tug, she tugged the ridged member completely free.
Shayera, bound and helpless, the sacrifice for this male Adonis, stared at the firm spike of her centuries old nemesis realization, as the Amazon moved back behind her, slipping her smooth arms around the Egyptian queen, her soft grey wings trapped against Diana’s body the shapely arms dipping under her gravid belly, that there would be no further escape from this man. Shayera began shaking her head no as she was lifted, her eyes locked on his erection, a snake, seeing a warm cave in which to spit his venom, D
Diana lifted her by her belly, the younger woman’s wings and back against Diana’s chest and began walking towards the waiting Vandal.
Diana was still in top form, and lifting Shayera’s was easy…the woman’s head shook no faster and faster and she made little whimpers, as Diana lifted her open thighs over her enemy’s cock, Hawkwoman facing her adversary and Diana whispered
258x194“I am sorry Shayera, but I can’t stop this….” Diana leaned the trussed woman back for the predator and her other hand came around to gently part Shayera’s sex. “Besides it’s not like you haven’t had this done for you before.
It sounded lame, even crude, but she did not know what else to say. Diana braced a knee against the arm of Vandal’s chair and began lowering his pretty victim onto his waiting cock.
Vandal Savage smiled triumphantly, his hands beginning the mystic ancient ritual he had so long sought to complete, With Katar dispatched so recently, the strength of his soul still fresh in his own…Vandal felt the amazon lower the princess on his stiff length.
She smoothly lowered Shayera, and could not look away as the man’s length spread the soft bare lips and slipped into Hawkwoman’s body, the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter as the exprirenced man thrust up and pulled down on her shoulders to set himself firmly with her body.
Savage arched and murred “Finally!” he smiled, holding the bounde gyptian queen and beginning to thrust with short bestial thrusts that Diana knew would drive a woman crazy. “Had you consummated your bond with Katar, I would not have been able to do this…but now I will bind your soul to mine as a Master to a concubine”
Diana backed away toward Actaeon, as she released Shayera’s pussy lips the woman arched her back, the 2 soft moist petals closing around her nemesis’s length like an obedient puppy. “What does she mean?” she asked, watching the bonze bearded male bury his face between Shayera’s swollen breasts “The man is impressive, he has no modesty, he not only cares if he has unaudienced, it seems to…excite him all the more.
Acteon smiled and pointed to an emerging pattern on the floor, a pentagram, and above it, on what might be calls the astral plane, an image of a naked, pregnant Shayera appeared, a single silver strand emanating from her heart toward a distant figure…the soul of the pharaoh who sought her. Standing, slowly rotating. Then 2 figures walked into the image. One even more masculine then the rutting Savage. “Aries” Diana said with distaste. “What are YOU doing here?” she said with disdain.
The Greek God smiled and bowed “It is my turn to guard the God’s sleeping on Olympus. I am just…stretching my legs, and... helping a friend get the sweet revenge we all wish to see him get.
Back in the real world, the reincarnated Egyptian priest too his ways with the helpless bound queen, thrusting inly into her firm round belly, his male serpent thrusting seeking to shoot its venom over her unborn child. Shayera’s eyes fluttered as her body was assailed, her juices now flowing freely over her forced lover’s groin
Above, Aries ran his hands freely over the figure that simply hung, unable to respond. Shayera’s soul. He felt the weight of her turgid breasts, with no more respect than feeling a cow’s udder. Another shape entered the portal. Sinister, and feline “Cheetah” Diana scowled. “What are you…”
The Goddess smiles, one cawed hand running over Aries’ leather armor, the other revealed a set of silver sheers.
“The Abhorred Shears of Atropos…No!” Diana stared in shock.
The what?” Acton asked, watching Shayera’s nipple rings dance as Vandal savage thrust and bounced her in his lap, observing how, each time he pulled the tattooed woman down so that the vulnerable soft flesh of her sex wrinkled against his won skin.
“The Abhorred Shears of Atropos, the sheer’s the dates use to measure and cut the thread of a person’s soul.”
“that’s right” the feline purred “I took them from her myself…don’t worry, I’ll return them…but first….” With a lick of her lips. Cheetah took the silver cord connecting Shayera to her Pharaoh, to Katar…she measured it out…the cord that bound them as soul mates…and with a simple snip.cut it.
In the physical world, Hawkwoman reacted with passion, moaning, as she drooled down her own chin, her body responding to the rampaging man within her.
Diana watched with fascination, as Aries and Cheetah on the astral plane, reached inside Shayera’s swollen abdomen and withdrew a second silver thread, that of her unborn daughter, and future vessel for Shayera’s own soul. Weaving them together in a single cord, Cheetah wrapped it around Astral Shayera’s neck in a perversion of the heart string, now more a dog collar.
Then, walking with feline grace…she took the severed end slowly toward the rutting mortal…and slowly slipped her hand into his chest, securing Shayera’s heart string, her soul to Vandal “Now…all we need is the heat of passion to weld these two together, as master and slave…for eternity.
Vandal felt the warm body as he penetrated her, leaning up to lick the side of her face and rewarded as he saw moan into the gag. “That’s it” he panted, now sweating with exertion and passion “That’s JUST how I like you my Queen, silent, stupid and drooling” her grunted.
Diana could only watch open mouthed as the 2 approached their passion. To Vandal’s credit, Shayera was first, her body clenching around the male’s proud member as her body shuddered. The Pentagram flared, and Siana saw the silver cord, weld itself to her bare throat.
The Triumph pushed her master over the edge. Pulling her body against him, her climaxed deeply within her body. Centuries of stalking, paid off as the Pentagram flared…welding her soul to his heart as he glazed her unborn daughter as one would glaze a doughnut.
The Pentagram, and the 2 deities vanished, the ritual complete, it was a long, slow climax. Shayera continued to shudder…even Diana had never witnessed a multiple climax in a woman. Shayera danced on his cock…squirming as her body convulsed over the next 180 seconds.
Vandal fared no worse, the flush of victory so long denied, extended his own climax, pulsing seed deeply into the helpless heroine until he was over flowing, his milky white seed forced from around his thick member to drip on the ground beneath.
Diana stared breathlessly “by Aphrodite...”
Acteon nodded “Impressive…isn’t it” he chuckled, smacking Diana lightly on her bare ass.
When the couple finally stopped moving, Shayera sat atop his spire looking dazed. Her fiery red tresses plastered wetly against her glistening sweat covered body, her swollen abdomen against her master’s stomach.
Vandal Savage heaved a sigh of relief, leaning back as he began to undo his toy’s bondage “Finally…” he breathed, removing the ball gag last “Now…my little concubine…worship your master.”
As if in a dream, he made Hawkwoman lift herself off his own erection, the serpent now soft and falling from her wet entrance. She stood before him, eyes down and slowly knelt, arms out palms forward...respectful...compliant and desirous.
Leaning back on the throne his legs open he said simply “Clean your mess…”
Shayera leaned in, hands behind her and began to lick submissively at his scrotum, licking their combined juices up. Diana lost sight of her face between Vandal’s thighs as she bent to her duties and Vandal retrieved an item from beside the chair he sat. It was a mockery of a falcon’s good and Shayera’s face. Around the collar at the base was a simple loop made of nth medal engraved with “Vandal’s Hunting Hawk”
Diana was treated to the sight of Shayera’s winged back, bent over Vandal’s groin, her silken red hair falling into his lap. Her bare feet arched as her smooth bare ass rested upon it and she lapped like a hungry kitten for cream.
“By the Gods…HOW...” Diana stared as Vandal savage became erect again “not even might Zeus himself…”
Taking Shyera’s head in his hands...one under her chin on her throat the other on the back of her head, he guided her face over his ridged member again “A gift from Cheetah” he chuckled “I said SUCK wench!” and thrust his length down Shayera’s throat.
Shayera reached gagging on her master, her hands went to his knees but she did not fight him as he ground her face into his groin gently “Shhhh…don’t fight it, you’re going to have PLENTY of time to get used to it” he said as the woman began to adjust and nurse.
Diana’s warrior heart ached for her sister, but she could do nothing but watch the man sheath himself into her adoring throat…
“Let’s give them some…alone time” Acteon smiled “they will join us in what was formerly “the bat cave” momentarily.
The last thing Diana saw as she waddled out, her own belly growing heavy, was Shayera hungrily serving between Vandal Savage’s thighs and the man arching…feeding his concubine.