Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl :The Princess’ Ordeal

Author: Marcus Lycus
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Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl - The Princess’ Ordeal

Ah Wonder Woman, what is it about her? Is it the tits? The skimpy costume? Maybe. But lots of heroines have those.

Maybe it’s the fact she’s a stuck-up man-hating princess from an island of women. Yeah there’s that. But also she’s a stuck-up princess whose weakness is she loses her powers if she’s tied up by a man! And she comes equipped with a handy rope which forces her to obey if she’s tied up with it. We’ll never know what William Marston was thinking when he created her (though I’ve read some interesting speculation) but I think all comic fans owe him a debt for creating the perfect victim for supervillains.

Wondering which Wonder?Wonder Woman has been around since the 40s, we’ve seen dozens of versions. Golden Age, Silver Age, Bronze Age, Modern Age, pantsuit and judo, Lynda Carter, Justice League Unlimited, Super Friends, the upcoming movie and Great Hera knows what else.

And don’t even ask about Wonder Girl. Her background has been messed up since she was introduced.

So I picked and choose my favorite elements. In your imagination feel free to picture the version you like the most.

And don’t forget to send me comments! Feedback is my only reward and you’re not cheap are you?

Marcus Lycus

January 2007

Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl - The Princess’ Ordeal

Chapter 1 - It’s a trap!

Wonder Woman, princess of the Amazons and America’s greatest heroine whimpered in the dark. Her red and gold bustier sparkled in the dim light; the silver stars on her panties glittered as well, twinkling as she trembled.

She was blindfolded in a clammy damp cellar, her back to a cold metal pole. Her hands were tied behind her back with rough hemp rope, the rope threaded through a metal eye welded to the pole. The knots were crude but tight, she couldn’t even move them an inch. One booted foot, her left, was on the ground, her ankle also tied to the pole and held in place by a metal eye. The right leg was bent double, perpendicular to her waist, a rope bound her thigh to her calf and other rope tied her ankle in position. Worst of all a thin wire was strung around her neck, also threaded through an eye, with very little give. If she tried to move her head too far she risked strangling herself. Her bindings pulled her up and forced the princess to stand on tip-toe, with one strong leg taking her full weight. She didn’t know how long she had been bound like this, or how long had passed since she was captured.

Another hot tear rolled down her cheek. Normally these simple bindings could never hold her but without her magic belt she was no stronger than any other woman. Rough hemp rope and a steel pole held her firmly. But it wasn’t frustration that made her weep. Her leg was on fire, for hours it had supported in her in that unnatural position and every time she relaxed it she nearly choked as the wire drew tight around her neck. But it wasn’t the pain that made her weep.

It was the sounds.

Blinded by the cloth around her eyes her other senses became keener. She could hear the grunts and the moans; smell the sweat and the semen. Somewhere close by her captor was raping Wonder Girl. Her adopted sister was being cruelly used and he wanted Wonder Woman to know it.

She sobbed again and remembered how it all began.


The Invisible Jet made a sound no louder than a whisper as it landed in the deserted parking lot. The canopy opened and two amazing women appeared, as if from thin air. Red boots and red sandals hit the ground.

“Stick behind me Donna, you are still too young and woefully inexperienced in the ways of the Patriarch’s world.”

“Yes Princess Diana.” Donna Troy responded meekly.

“And please remember to call me Wonder Woman here. Did you even listen to my lessons?”

“I’m sorry Wonder Woman.”

“That’s better; do you remember what you are called here?”

“Wonder Girl.”

“That’s better.”

Wonder Woman sighed, she knew it was too soon to bring her young protégé into the man’s world but her mother insisted. Years ago Wonder Woman had rescued a young orphan from a burning building. Since the girl had no family Wonder Woman took her to Paradise Island to be raised as her adopted sister. In time the girl, Donna Troy, grew into a beautiful young teen and, through Amazon magic, gained the same powers as her sisters. However no one could forget that Donna was a daughter of the Man’s world and belonged there. Therefore QueenHippolyta ordered Wonder Woman to take her back to America and train her to be a heroine.

Diana resented this new burden. She had spent years in the Man’s World building up her reputation as the premier heroine. She had responsibilities as a heroine, as a member of the Justice League, as a UN Peace Ambassador, as a mentor to the troubled young women at the Holiday School and in her secret identity as Military Intelligence Officer Diana Prince. She simply did not have time to take care of a teenager! So Diana had placed her young protégé in the Teen Titans, a group of other sidekicks and apprentices. But Donna’s constant calls and nagging forced Diana to take her on the occasional mission.

“As I told you on the invisible jet, today’s mission is quite simple. Military Intelligence Officer Diana Prince has learned that this warehouse full of military weapons is about to be sold on the black market. These weapons will only serve Ares, the god of war, and must be destroyed!”

“Yes Princess.” Wonder Girl replied bored. It was the forth time Wonder Woman told her that.

“Now watch carefully and do pay attention!” Diana said as she looked over the warehouse’s side door for traps or alarms.

“Yes Princess!” Wonder Girl replied, trying to sound eager and alert.


Donna Troy’s ‘Wonder Girl’ costume was a younger version of Princess Diana’s Wonder Woman uniform. She wore a loose red sleeveless top embroidered with a yellow eagle across her chest and trimmed in gold. Around her narrow waist was a thin gold belt with a glowing lasso hanging from her right hip. Under the belt were pair of blue shorts, similar to bloomers, decorated with white starts. On her feet were a pair of feminine red sandals that laced halfway up her calves. On her forearms were a pair of silver bracelets that matched Diana’s own. Her medium length black hair was tied back in a girlish pony tail. The eighteen year old heroine was slim, almost too skinny, but obviously still developing.

But Wonder Girl’s slim frame did not make her powerless. Amazon magic had greatly increased her speed, endurance and reflexes. Like her sister she could deflect bullets with her indestructible bracelets, run a two minute mile and hold her breath for ten minutes. Besides that she also had a Girdle of Gaea, this powerful magic belt multiplied her strength immeasurably. With it on she could lift cars, smash through walls and leap on top of buildings just like her older sister. Without it she was still strong, but not superhuman.

But as powerful as the belt was, the lasso at her hip was even more impressive. It look like it was made from spun gold and it glowed with its own light. It was unbreakable and could stretch to nearly any length. But those properties were incidental. The main power of the lasso was it compelled anyone caught in it to tell the truth, an awesome power in the treacherous world of men.

She wore a final magical treasure on her wrists; a pair of silver bracelets decorated with red stars. These bracelets seemed ordinary and merely decorative until the amazing Amazons sprang into action, then their power became clear. The bracelets were forged by the goddesses of Olympus; they were unbreakable and could deflect swords, knives and even bullets! But the bracelets were a curse as well as a blessing, the goddesses created these slave bracelets in memory of the time Hercules imprisoned and raped the Amazon nation. All Amazons were required to wear them as a sign of shame and a reminder they must never again submit to the will of a man.

Wonder Girl looked at her mentor in awe as Wonder Woman approached the warehouse and easily tore off the steel door. Throughout her young life she had idealized the Princess and still could not believe she was fighting alongside her. From behind she could see the strong muscles working under Wonder Woman’s velvet skin. Wonder Woman’s costume was even skimpier and tighter than Wonder Girl’s. While Wonder Girl wore a loose red top with an embroidered eagle Wonder Woman’s top was a tight bustier that barely covered her luscious breasts. The twin globes were kept in place by a golden eagle whose wings created two ‘W’s as well. The bustier was cut low in the back, showing off Wonder Woman’s powerful muscles when her long black curly hair wasn’t in the way. She wore a wider, more elaborate golden belt around her waist and a pair of high-cut blue panties decorated with white stars. While Wonder Girl’s bloomers barely covered her butt cheeks her mentor’s bottom was cut well above them, almost like a thong. Her firm butt cheeks didn’t jiggle a bit as she flexed her strong legs and tore off the door. Seeing the warrior princess in action excited the young teen, and made her feel so weak and inferior. While she was still filling out, her adopted sister was every inch the Amazon warrior maiden. Donna could only hope that someday she would be worthy to stand as Wonder Woman’s equal.


The steel door tore like tissue paper in the Amazing Amazon’s hands. Without breaking stride, Wonder Woman tossed the heavy door aside and stepped into the dark warehouse. “Come Wonder Girl, there is work to be-“

RATA-TAT-TAT-TAT!

Machine gun fire lit up the dark corridor and heavy .50 caliber bullets shot down the corridor at the two women. Wonder Girl shrieked but Wonder Woman looked almost bored. She easily deflected the rounds with her indestructible bracelets and lighting fast reflexes. After she deflected the first few rounds she noted the positions of the two guns by their muzzle flashes and carefully deflected several bullets right back at them. The guns fell silent. Wonder Woman noted with satisfaction that the two automated machine guns were wrecked, their barrels jammed with their own bullets.

The whole episode had taken less than five seconds.

“You see Wonder Girl, that is how you should react. Your girlish fear will only get you hurt in this harsh world.”

“Yes Princess, I understand Princess. I mean Wonder Woman.”

Wonder Woman gave an exacerbated sigh before she continued. “Now let us continue. They obviously know we are here. We must be alert for all kinds of traps.” Wonder Woman turned on her heel and took three steps forward.

Then the floor collapsed under them. It swung downwards becoming a slide; the two Amazons were knocked off their feet and slipped head over heels into a subbasement.

Wonder Woman executed a flawless flip in the air and landed in cat-like crouch. Wonder Girl was less graceful and rolled on her sides several times before stopping and awkwardly picking herself up. Wonder Woman did not comment but sneered at her kid partner. There was no time to talk though, the traps continued. The slide retracted and a plexiglass wall dropped from the ceiling sealing off the rest of the corridor. From vents in the floor clouds of gas billowed up. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl held their breath and attacked the transparent wall. Beyond it they could see a shadowy figure watching and waiting. Wonder Woman slammed the wall with her fists but nothing happened. The wall was some sort of unbreakable polymer that would not shatter. She hit it again, harder and harder but nothing happened. Her lungs burned, her body screamed for air but she did not dare with the gas creeping ever higher. She could feel its cold clammy tendrils around her hips and loins and knew she did not dare take a breath. Their shadowy observer seemed to be laughing. Wonder Woman snarled and hit the wall again.

To her side Wonder Girl had given up on the transparent wall and was looking at the concrete walls to their sides, she gestured frantically to her adopted sister. Wonder Woman bit back an admonishment, why was this girl interrupting her in the middle of deadly peril? Then she saw what Wonder Girl was doing. She punched the ordinary concrete wall and cracked it where it met the plexiglass wall. She fit her fingers in, under the plexiglass and began to pull it towards her. Wonder Woman followed suit and with the last of their strength the two Amazons pulled the unbreakable polymer wall loose from its moorings and tossed it to the floor. They took a few steps forward gasping in the sweet, sweet air. Wonder Girl fell to her knees panting while her older sister leaned against the wall calmly taking deep breaths. The observer had disappeared down the corridor.

With her composure back, Wonder Girl looked up at her big sister for approval. Wonder Woman granted her small smile. “Thank you Wonder Girl, that was quick thinking.”

“Thank you Wonder Woman, I noticed that while the barrier was impervious to our blows the walls to either side seemed nothing more than ordinary concrete-“

“Do not brag Donna, it is unseemly. And remember you were almost too late, you should have thought of that much faster.”

“Yes Prin- yes Wonder Woman.”

“Now let us continue.”

There was a thunderous sound of pounding feet as a dozen or more burley thugs charged down the corridor towards the two Amazons. Wonder Woman smiled at the sight, there was nothing she enjoyed more than showing foolish men how powerful an Amazon really is.

Letting loose an Amazon war cry the Princess charged them, tackling the first two and pushing back the line of men. Donna hesitated a moment then charged as well, easily knocking out one assailant with a powerful punch, then ensnaring two more with her magic lasso. By then Wonder Woman had taken down the other nine. The fight had barely made her break a sweat. For such large men these attackers went down quickly.

Wonder Woman dusted her hands and prodded an unconscious thug with her boot. He didn’t move. “Remember Wonder Girl, violence is not the Amazon way. We are here to promote peace and understanding between men and women however when men prove to be too stupid and too violent for our message we must sometimes stoop to their level but we must never forget our true mission.”

“Y-yes Wonder Woman…” Donna sounded tired. Wonder Woman sneered again, how could her partner be so weak? She turned on her heel and marched down the corridor. She caught sight of the mysterious master again.

“Come Wonder Girl, I think the endgame has begun!” She started to run down the corridor.

“Yes Princess!” Wonder Girl replied. But after a few steps she felt dizzy, but how? She hadn’t inhaled any of the gas. She stumbled and grabbed the wall. The corridor was spinning now.

Hearing her Wonder Woman stopped. “Donna what’s wrong now-“ she turned her head and saw her young partner fall to the ground. “DONNA!” She yelled and turned to help her. Then she felt it too. The floor seemed to shift and Wonder Woman lost her balance for a second. She stumbled the next few steps, a mockery of her usual grace. She reached Wonder Girl and leaned down to help her. The effort was almost too much, she fell on her side.

“Is something wrong Princess?” The shadowy observer was back.

“Dizzy… but how? Didn’t inhale gas…”

“Oh Wonder Woman, I think you’ve been watching too many 70s TV shows. Why would anyone use something as obvious as thick smoke in a gas trap? Surely anyone using gas as a weapon would use something colorless, odorless and absorbed through the skin. Something like the gas you inhaled after you tore down the wall. The cloud of smoke was just dry ice; something to make sure you took deep breaths once you got through the wall. The mob of thugs were just added insurance to make you exert yourselves. With your Amazon constitution I couldn’t take chances.”

“…no…” Wonder Woman reached for her lasso and tossed it towards the man, he easily side-stepped. The golden lasso flopped harmlessly to the ground. Wonder Woman’s noble head lowered, her breath came in gasps, her powerful shoulders slumped.

“In fact I am amazed you’re still conscious. But with all your gifts from the gods who knows how much punishment you can absorb.”

He was standing over her now; she could see his shinny black boots but nothing else. He reached down and pulled at her belt. The golden girdle easily came free. Wonder Woman her superhuman strength and stamina leave her. Her vision went dim and her face fell onto one black leather boot.

“Kissing my feet already? I can see we will have a wonderful time together.”

The villain laughed.

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl - The Princess’ Ordeal

Chapter 2 - Love at First Smite

Wonder Woman awoke caged. It was a small cage, almost an animal’s kennel, just a cube three feet on each side. If that wasn’t enough; her unknown captor had pulled her arms through the steel bars of the cage, bent them 90 degrees and tied each wrist to the bars. She was on her knees, they were bent double her ankles were pulled through the bars and also tied to the cage. Another rope lashed her neck to the back of the cage, then snaked down between her breasts and was pulled tight between her legs and tied to a bar. Any movement pulled the rope up into her pussy, irritating it. Another rope twisted around her neck lashing it to the bars as well. The cage was short so her head was bent forward 90 degrees, her nose almost buried between her breasts. She could only move it slightly to catch the barest glimpses of the rest of her prison.

She was still in her costume but missing some vital pieces of equipment; her belt, her lasso and her tiara. Without them she had no supernatural powers only her strength and her wits. She hoped they would be enough to protect her and her young protégé.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wonder Girl stirring.

“Wonder Girl! Get up; now quickly tell me what you can see.”

Wonder Girl was held just a few feet away from Wonder Woman’s kennel. She was in luxurious accommodations compared to her mentor. She was unbound, imprisoned in a 6’ x 6’ cage with a narrow cot. There was even a tray of food on the floor. She could see the rest of their prison from her cage, they were in a large stone room, obviously underground, it was decorated with chains, whips, ropes and bizarre wooden apparatuses. The ceiling was vaulted and disappeared somewhere above them. A corridor lead away from the room but it curved so Wonder Girl could not see where it might lead.

She relayed that information to Wonder Woman and added “Princess, I… I’m scared, what will happen to us?”

Wonder Woman bit back harsh words. She recognized the fear in Wonder Girl’s voice and knew it was justified. In all her years of adventuring Wonder Woman had never been trapped so helplessly.

“Don’t worry Donna, don’t worry.”

“But Princess they’ve tied you up like an animal! What will they do? What can we do?”

Wonder Woman gasped, it was hard to talk with her neck bent. “Y-yes Donna, but obviously they’ve underestimated you. Do you see any way out of your cage?”

“No princess! They took my belt so I can’t bend the bars!”

“W-what about something to pick the lock? Is there anything in the cell you can use?”

Donna looked around again. The cell had no door or lock, looking up she saw chains connected to the top of it, perhaps it retraced upwards? Inside the cell the cot was nothing more than a padded board, a sheet and a small pillow. The tray of food had a sandwich, a container of juice and an apple. Not even a fork or a spoon for her to use.

She explained that to her mentor. Wonder Woman grunted and closed her eyes to think. They were both silent for a while.

Donna paced up and down the length of her tiny cell and finally stopped and sat on the cot. She reached for the tray of food. Wonder Woman caught the movement out of the corner of her eye.

“Don’t touch that!”

“Princess?”

“Never accept the food of your captor! Remember what happened toPersephone!”

“But Princess-“

Wonder Woman just growled. Cowed Wonder Girl pushed the food away.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes to think. Wonder Girl sat on the cot hunched into a ball, with her knees at eye level, shivering with fear and trying to hide it. More time passed in silence.


Wonder Woman heard the footsteps first then Wonder Girl. Someone was coming. With her back to the corridor Wonder Woman could not see anything but her keen ears detected when their captor entered the room.

“Release me now and I will be merciful!” The Amazon Princess commanded.

The man ignored her words and even her presence, not even sparing her bound form a glance. Instead he walked to Wonder Girl’s cage.

The teen looked up over her knees at the man.

He was tall and tanned, with olive skin. His body was well-muscled and almost hairless. He clearly wanted to show it off since he only wore a pair of tight black leather pants, boots, and a silky black robe open at the chest. His face was lean and angular, covered with thick dark hair and a pointed goatee. His thin lips were curled in a cruel smile.

“Greetings Donna, I am your host, Warren Polemos, you will learn to call me Master Warren.”

“Let us go now or face the wrath of an Amazon warrior!” Wonder Woman shouted.

The man continued to ignore the captive heroine completely, not even sparing her a glance. His eyes were locked firmly on Wonder Girl in her cage. The teen wonder shuddered at the unwelcome attention.

He reached through the bars with one strong arm and stroked her hair; the girl fled to the other side of the cage and crouched in a fetal position. He looked down at the tray of food and tsked. “You’ve not eaten my dear, you are a growing girl, you need your food.”

“Go away!” Wonder Girl yelled.

“Leave her be! I’m the one you want!” Wonder Woman commanded. He ignored her and crouched down next to Wonder Girl. “Hear me” he whispered too low for even Wonder Woman’s keen ears to catch. “I know your secret, the secret that only you and one man know.”

Wonder Girl turned pale. “N-no… you can’t know”

“I wanna hold your hand…” Warren sang softly. The girl shuddered visibly.

“I will keep your secret for you. But you must give me what I want freely or I will take it from your sister by force. Is that what you want? To see Wonder Woman violated because you did not obey? Look at her, bound and helpless, think of things I can do to her, unless you obey.”

“No! No!”

“Good.” Warren stood up and gestured to the food. “Now eat! I will return shortly.”

“Donna! Donna, what did he say to you? What did he say? Tell me, I demand to know! Donna I order you to tell me! I order you!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry Princess.”

Wonder Girl just sat down on the cot and started to eat her sandwich and drink her juice.


More time passed. Now fed, Donna paced again restlessly. Wonder Woman fumed quietly. She had never felt so powerless. She’d been captured before but the criminals always made clumsy mistakes allowing her to easily escape and poor Donna had never been captured before. She wasn’t afraid for herself; she knew she could withstand any tortures this ‘Master Warren’ had planned for her, but Donna? Despite Wonder Woman’s frequent lessons and admonishments the young teen seemed completely unprepared!

Donna soon became quite uncomfortable. She sat on the cot crossing and uncrossing her legs. Wonder Woman watched out of the corner of her eye.

“Donna, what’s wrong?”

“I… nothing Princess.’

“Donna.”

“I… I have to use the toilet Princess. I’m sorry.”

Wonder Woman sighed. Was there no end to her protégé’s complaints?

But for Wonder Girl it was agony. She felt like her insides would burst! She even considered going in her cell but resolved to hold it for as long as she could. Time passed painfully.

Donna was about to drop her panties and let loose when they both heard the footsteps. Warren returned and once again ignored Diana and headed for Donna.

“Are you well?” He asked kindly. The teen winced.

“Leave her alone!” Wonder Woman shouted. Warren just shook his head and walked to a rack on the wall. Wonder Woman heard his footsteps directly behind her now. She tried to turn her head to confront him, or at least see him but could not. Strong fingers reached into the cage and jammed themselves in her mouth. She tried to bite, to spit, to twist out of his grasp but it was all in vain. He jammed a large rubber ball between her lips and tightly fastened it behind her head. Wonder Woman was gagged.

He turned back to Wonder Girl. And hit a switch on the wall. Wonder Girl’s cage began to rise into the ceiling. He beaconed and the teen stepped out, crossing her legs and almost hopping. “Down that hallway, on your right.”

Sandals hit the flagstone floor.

Wonder Woman squirmed and fumed. She tried to shout but all that came out of her mouth was drool leaking onto her breasts.

She heard the sound of a door slamming and then nothing else. She wept hot tears for her naïve young protégé, now completely at the mercy of her captor.


Wonder Girl found the bathroom and ran in. She pulled down her star-spangled shorts and sighed at the simple pleasure of relieving herself. The bathroom had no door but she didn’t care, anything was better than relieving herself on the floor. Surely Wonder Woman understood that?

“Finished my dear?”

“AH” Wonder Girl’s hands flew between her legs offering some modesty from her captor. Warren now loomed in the doorway in front of her, his grey eyes locked with her brown ones.

“Now perhaps you wish a shower. It has been a strenuous day after all.”

He pointed at the bath next to her. There was a towel, soap and shampoo waiting for her. The frightened girl nodded. Anything to get rid of the man.

“Excellent. Go ahead.”

He disappeared from the doorway.

Wonder Girl wiped and stood up. She poked her head out and looked. The corridor was sealed with a sturdy metal door at each end. A few other doors led off of it but they were all closed. She could not escape or return to her cell to help Wonder Woman. She was still trapped. She looked at the inviting shower and shrugged. Whatever Warren had planned for her she may as well be clean for it.

She pulled off her sleeveless tunic and carefully folded it and put it on a shelf. She stepped out of her shorts and added them. She undid her red sandals and let down her curly black hair. Dressed only in her Amazonian bracelets she stepped into the shower. It was an old-fashioned steel bathtub resting on four clawed feet. A curtain wrapped all around it so she would at least have some privacy while she bathed. She turned the tap.

The hot water was a blessing. She felt some her fear and tension melt away. She applied soap to her breasts and shoulders and let the water wash it downward. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Then she felt the hand on her shoulder.

“AH!” She screamed. A naked, muscular body rubbed against her back, strong arms wrapped around her waist and hips and pulled her close. She struggled. Warren lowered his head to her shoulder and kissed her neck gently.

“Relax Donna, I won’t hurt you. Unless you make me mad of course. But even then I won’t hurt you, I’ll hurt Diana: The virgin princess of the Amazons. Is that what want?”

“N-no!” Donna shook like a leaf in his hands. What could she do? What should she do? She didn’t know! Nothing had prepared for this!

One arm rose to her breasts and gently stroked them, she raised her hands and tried to pull his wrists away but they were so strong and her hands felt so small and weak. Warren kissed the back of her willowy neck. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered. She lowered her hands. “Really?”

“So much more than your fat pig of a sister.” He lowered a hand to her thick tuft of dark pubic hair and ran his finger through it. “I don’t know how she can stand up straight with that massive… bustier.”

Donna chuckled despite herself. Warren’s goatee tickled her shoulder.

Warren ran a soapy hand along her flank and she sighed. She turned her head, his lips were there waiting. She let him kiss her.

“Warren, I-“

“I know Donna, I know.” He played with her pussy, stroking it one way, then the other; he felt the tip of her labia poke out and coaxed it with his fingers. He nibbled on her ear. “Since you are already ‘soiled’ (as the Amazons would put it) you may as well enjoy it.”

“Please, please don’t tell the Princess” she whispered.

He gently pushed her to her knees and moved her head over the side of the tub. Her young ass was now sticking up at the edge of the tub. He teased her pussy again and listened to the young girl whine involuntarily.

He plunged in his hard dick up to the hilt and her whine became a scream.


Helplessly Wonder Woman drifted in and out of consciousness. Hours of struggling in bondage left her exhausted. The rope grinding into her crotch was a constant irritant, every time she tried to move. Her iron will kept her awake but even that was flagging.

She suddenly slumped forward; the rope around her neck had been released. The rope between her legs followed, then her ankles, finally her wrists.

Weak, Wonder Woman fell helplessly to the floor of her cage. Strong hands reached through and undid her gag last of all. Wonder Woman played possum until the ball popped free then reached to snag Warren’s wrist. But her captor was too quick; his hand recoiled before she could get it.

“Wh…” She started to say but her hoarse voice cracked. After hours with the ball gag her throat was too dry to speak.

“Where is Wonder Girl? Was that your question? Donna! Come in please.”

Donna Troy entered meekly. She was dressed again in her costume. Her hair was down and she seemed relaxed, almost happy. Warren pointed to the platform for her cage and she stepped lightly on to it. He walked over put a hand on her hip and kissed her cheek. Watching furiously Wonder Woman noticed hickies on Donna’s neck. Warren flipped a switch and the cage descended back into place. Donna was trapped again.

“You must be thirsty by now.” Warren approached Wonder Woman with a bottle of water. Wonder Woman waited, waited and then attacked, her strong hands going for the man’s throat. But once again her captor was faster and darted back. The water bottle hit the floor, forgotten.

“K-kill you!” Wonder Woman hissed her hands reaching impotently.

Wonder Girl watched in horror, she’d never seen her mentor lose control like that. Even Warren seemed genuinely afraid. “Well, I see you still have some strength. Perhaps tomorrow you will be thirsty.” He turned towards his other captive and blew a kiss. “Good night Donna, see you tomorrow.”

Then he left, closing the steel door behind him. The lights went out leaving the two Amazons in darkness.

“You should have fought him.” Wonder Woman hissed.

“Oh Princess, I tried but he’s too strong.”

“No Donna, you are too weak.”


Time passed in silence and darkness. Finally…

“Donna, what did he do to you?”

“Me? Nothing Princess, nothing, really.”

“Donna, do not lie to me. I saw the marks, I smell him on you, he… he took your maidenhead, your virtue.”

“I…”

“I will kill him. None may defile an Amazon, much less my adopted sister.”

“Princess… yes, he… we had sex, yes. But no, he didn’t take my virginity.”

It took a second for that to sink in.

“Who dared?” Wonder Woman finally hissed. “I swear by Artemis I will hunt him down as well!”

“No Diana, no. It wasn’t like that at all. It was… well it was Robin.”

“Robin?” Wonder Woman was shocked. “Then Batman and I will-“

“Diana, please, just listen…”


It was a few months back, the Teen Titans had just finished a mission against the Mad Mod, a villain who considered himself a pop artist. Kid Flash headed back to Central City. Aqualad to the sea, Speedy said he needed something and hit the streets. That just left Robin and Wonder Girl in the Titans Tower rec room.

Dick Grayson was reading a mystery novel while Donna danced to her rock and roll records. Since coming to the Man’s World she’d discovered many pleasures from ice cream, to pinball, to Wheel of Fortune on TV but most of all she liked rock and roll. After years on Paradise Island with nothing but harps and flutes rock music just made the teen wonder want to dance!

Robin seemed to ignore the lithe teen girl gyrating and focus entirely on his novel but his sharp detective’s eyes caught every graceful movement and every bounce under Wonder Girl’s red tunic. He tried to make sure she didn’t notice. But she did. She came over and offered a hand.

“Come on Bat-Boy dance with me!”

“I really don’t-“

“Come on!” The super-strong Amazon pulled him from his chair. The Beatles began to sing…

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something,

I think you’ll understand

When I’ll say that something

I wanna hold your hand!

She took his hand the two teen heroes started to dance. Robin was stiff at first, more used to dirty alleyways and abandoned warehouses than the dance floor but he quickly loosened up. Years of acrobatics and martial arts made him just as graceful as Wonder Girl, he only needed the right chance to show it off. They held hands and shook their hips. A smile formed on his usually serious face.

The song ended, but before Robin could excuse himself another, slower one began.

Something in the way she moves,

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me

I don’t wanna leave her now

You know I believe and how…

Wonder Girl pulled him close, put one hand on her hip and they danced. The music rose higher and they twirled.

And then they kissed.

They fell to the couch. Robin’s hands squeezed her ass through her short shorts. Wonder Girl undid his red tunic. Gloves, pixie boots, sandals, belts, cape, all hit the floor in record time.

Wonder Girl sat up and pulled her red tunic loose from her shorts, she slowly peeled it up, enjoying how Robin’s eyes followed the hem with rapt attention. She was sitting straddling him with her star-spangled shorts against his green scaled ones. She teased him, pulling it just above her breasts and shifting it back and forth for a minute. The irritated boy reached up and pushed the cloth tunic over the breasts and gave them a squeeze. He tossed it across the room. Donna started to object but it was stifled as he kissed her. Then his mouth went lower, to her neck, her shoulders and then her breasts. Wonder Girl cooed, the sensation was incredible as he sucked on each nipple while his hands ran up and down her back. Between her legs she could feel his member pushing against his famous green jockey shorts.

Then he paused.

“Dick?”

“Donna, I just have to know, are you sure?”

“What?”

“Do you really want to-“

“YES! Oh Dick yes!” She kissed him a dozen times and they got their shorts off. But Robin didn’t just plough in. He rubbed his leg between hers a few times, gauging the warmth and moistness. He kissed and sucked on her breasts some more, Wonder Girl began to pant, her hips twitched. Her eyes closed; finally she mouthed the word “please”.

Robin took her shoulders and shoved her down on her back. His dick found her wet, hot, pussy and slowly worked its way in. The Amazon squirmed and squealed at the new sensations shooting through her. He encountered an unexpected barrier and hesitated for a second, then he thrust through. Wonder Girl bit her lip at the moment of pain but that became a cry of pleasure as Robin plunged into her up to the hilt. He thrust in and out and she cried louder each time. She seemed to go into convulsions as she came but he still didn’t stop. She came twice more before Robin shot his load inside her. Then he held her until they both fell asleep.

She awoke in her own bed in the Titan’s dorm, dressed in a simple robe. Her costume was folded on top of the dresser. Robin left a note saying there was an emergency in Gotham and he’d be in touch soon.

The next week passed slowly for Donna. Speedy stopped by twice but barely spoke to her, Kid Flash ran through but she saw only a blur. There was nothing to do but go to school, watch TV and listen to more rock and roll.

The next few times she saw Robin was on Teen Titan cases, each time he left quickly saying he had business in Gotham. Finally…

“Robin we need to talk.” They’d just beaten Ding Dong Daddy and the Hot Rod Mob. Aqualad and Kid Flash were gone; Speedy was up in his room doing who knows what. “I’m sorry Donna I have a case in Gotham that I have to-“

“Dick, don’t make me use the lasso. We have to talk.”

Robin’s shoulders slumped, he turned and faced her. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, but we can’t see each other again, not, you know, intimately.”

“What?” Donna’s face was a mask of shock and betrayal. “Why? Did I do something wrong? You don’t like me? Robin what happened? What’s the matter?”

Robin took her in his arms. “No, no, no, Donna, you’re sweet and I lov- I really like you but I can’t see you again.”

“But why?” She sobbed.

“It’s… it’s your sister. Just before you joined the Titans she met with us and said you were new to the Man’s World and we had to be careful around you. That we couldn’t, we can’t have a relationship with you. She was pretty specific about what she’d do if we did.”

“Diana said that?”

“Yeah. She said you were an Amazon and that you couldn’t… you couldn’t have a relationship with a man. I knew all this, I knew it was a mistake and I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

“But Dick, I’m only an adopted Amazon and believe me, I wanted it. I’m a woman and I can decide for myself what I do, Diana has a lot of opinions but she doesn’t run my life.”

Robin grunted.

“Besides, it’s a bit late now isn’t it?” Donna giggled and snuggled up to him. He could feel her body heat through her thin tunic.

“Yes but…”

Donna ran her fingers through his curly dark hair. “I mean if she finds out Diana won’t care if it was just once or every day will she?”

“But-“

Donna kissed him and started undoing his tunic. They fell onto the couch.

This continued for weeks. The Titans fought the killer robot called Honeybun, Speedy entered rehab for (what else) his speed addiction and Robin and Wonder Girl had athletic, enthusiastic sex. Until…

“I’m sorry Donna; we can’t keep going like this.”

“What? Is it my sister again-“

“No, no, it’s just; I’m sort of seeing this girl in Gotham. Her name’s Barbara and we have a lot in common and well, it’s getting serious. I mean I like you and stuff but… I’m sorry. I have to go; I have um, a case in Gotham.”

He left her crying in her room with a broken heart.


Retelling it now Donna wept a few tears.

Diana tried to control her rage. How dare he! But that wasn’t what her sister needed to hear. Donna needed comforting words to mend her broken heart and raise her spirits. Diana knew just what to say.

“Men are scum.”

“Diana! Dick is not scum!”

“He is scum just like all males, they want only to take their pleasure and walk away, we Amazons learned this three thousand years ago from Hercules and it is still true today. Forget him.”

Donna didn’t answer she just hissed. Diana tried a different tactic. “Donna, you know what this means of course?” She said sadly.

“Yes Princess. I know.”

“Donna, I’m sorry.”

“Princess, I’m going to get some sleep.”

Diana tried to speak a few more times but the teen wonder ignored her. Donna sobbed for a while but finally her breathing slowed and became regular and Diana faked sleeping for a while. Then, confident that any listener was fooled she rose to her knees and pushed against the roof of the cage. She strained her stiff muscles but there was no give. She lay on her back and pushed with her powerful legs but again, nothing happened. The cage was only three feet square; it was easy for Wonder Woman to roll on her side and push with her legs against each bar but none of the moved even slightly. Wonder Woman hissed with frustration. She felt the lock, hoping to find a weak point but it was a solid piece of equipment. Her magic tiara had a sharp cutting edge that could even slice through metal but it was gone.

Frustrated Wonder Woman started again, trying each bar in turn but her eyes felt so heavy, her stomach rumbled, her limbs were weak. Finally she lowered herself to the floor and curled into a ball. She decided to take her own advice. Sooner or later Warren would make a mistake and she had to be ready.

She yawned and was asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.


Wonder Woman awoke bound to a pole. Her hands behind her back, her neck bound by a choking wire, one leg pulled off the ground the other supporting her full weight on her tip toes. She was blindfolded and, as far as she could tell, alone.

Hours passed in the dark. Her ears became more sensitive, she could hear dripping water and distant breathing. The breaths were regular and calm, possibly Wonder Girl sleeping peacefully. She hoped she was right.

Her leg began to hurt. Her body began to tremble bound in this unnatural position. But she couldn’t relax for even a second without the wire biting into her neck.

She wanted to scream in rage but knew there was no one to hear her. She saved her breath.

She trembled in the dark.

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl - The Princess’ Ordeal

Chapter 3 - Bound to Please

Wonder Girl awoke in a king-sized bed on silk sheets. She’d been moved there while she slept. Looking under the sheets she saw her costume had been removed as well and replaced with a linen nightgown, similar to a toga with Grecian patterns on the hems. It was cut high, almost to her butt cheeks and she wore nothing under it. The skimpy garment reminded her of what she wore on Paradise Island where the weather was always comfortable and only the briefest garments were needed. Where had he gotten it?

The door to the bedroom opened, Warren entered, wearing his black robe and carrying a tray of food. Even from across the room Wonder Girl could smell the French toast, the sausage and coffee. All her favorites! Her stomach rumbled, she’d eaten nothing since that sandwich and apple.

“What-“ She began but Warren kissed her cheek and put the tray on the bed.

“Breakfast in bed!” He said.

“But-“ Wonder Girl began again.

“Oh I couldn’t let you spend the whole night on that cot could I?”

“But-“ Wonder Girl was cut off as Warren put a muffin in her mouth. It was sweet and moist; she bit into it and swallowed. Well… Wonder Woman had said they needed to keep their strength up!

Wonder Woman! she remembered. “Where’s Wonder Woman? What did you do with her?” She asked.

“Oh your sister is fine, I took her out of her cage, she’s in the next room in fact.”

“Oh, OK then.” Satisfied that Wonder Woman was safe, Wonder Girl attacked her meal with gusto. She’d had nothing since the sandwich; she wondered how long ago that was. She polished off the rest of the meal in record time while Warren sat next to her and watched with a predatory grin. Finally she let out a small burp and giggled. “Sorry, I guess I was hungry huh?” She giggled again.

Warren moved the tray to the night table and put a hand on her leg. Wonder Girl recoiled a bit but did not object. “Nothing to be ashamed of my dear. We had a quite a workout last night.”

“Um…” Wonder Girl swallowed. It had been so easy to forget where she was, what was going on. This man wasn’t her host or her friend; he was some sort of deranged villain holding her prisoner! He leaned in for a kiss; she turned her head so he only got her cheek.

A bit of irritation crossed his face. He reached up to her shoulders and lightly pulled down the two straps; he put his strong hands under her arms and pushed her on to her back. He climbed on top of her, his robe fell open. He wore nothing underneath.

“Warren please! Don’t! No!” Wonder Girl pleaded. “I’m- ah!”

“You do not say that word! And you shall address me as Master Warren!”

She cried out, Warren had already thrust between her legs and connected with her vulnerable pussy. He pushed her shoulders down and thrust several more times this time there was no foreplay or hint of affection just brutal ugly rape. She wasn’t sure how long it continued, slowly her body adopted, her loins grew moist and warm, her breasts sensitive and she began to tingle with a bit of pleasure. But then she felt something hot and wet shoot inside her and it was over. Warren thrust two more times, pulled out and grunted.

“Wonder Girl, you are a sweet treasure but you must learn, the word ‘no’ is no longer part of your vocabulary.”

He rose to his feet and closed his robe. “I go now to check on your sister, when I return you had best be more cooperative.”


Blindfolded, Wonder Woman heard the steps first. Then she smelled the man, the odor of sex was on him, and the smell of Donna’s fear. She took a deep breath and tried her calm her trembling body. She would not give him that satisfaction.

She heard the steps circle her; her captor was obviously enjoying her plight. Perhaps planning some further torment? Wonder Woman bit back all the insults that came to mind, she knew her voice was hoarse and cracked, her body barely strong enough to stand. Any threats she made would be nothing more than pathetic hollow gestures.

Then she gasped, he’d pulled the wire tight around her neck cutting off all air!

“Feel that Wonder Woman? That is how easy it is for me to take your life.” He let the wire go then jerked it again. Then let it slack, then jerked it. Each time he held it for almost a minute, watching the Amazon’s weakened body twitch and shake, listening to her gasp during the few seconds he gave her air. He pulled it again, and held it even longer. “Not like this!” She screamed in her mind. “Not like this! Anything, I’ll do anything just don’t let me die like this!”

Then he let go, and the wire fell to the floor. He’d freed her from the cruelest bond.

“…thank you…“ Diana, Princess of the Amazons said in a weak voice before she could stop herself.

“Oh Princess you’re welcome.” He said and laughed.

It was too much for Wonder Woman.

“Damn you! Damn you to the pits of Taurterous! Damn you to HELL you… you COCKSUCKER!” Tears fell under the blindfold and her voice cracked in the end and Warren laughed again.

“Such language Princess. You sound more like a gutter prostitute than an Amazon princess. Perhaps all this time in the Man’s World has changed you. Is that what you are now? A foul-mouthed whore?”

Wonder Woman closed her mouth; she’d give him no further satisfaction.

“If that’s what you are then you hardly need this.” He felt behind her back. Bound and blindfolded Wonder Woman could only feel what his strong fingers were doing, they were at the small of her back where her red and gold bustier was cut low to give her shoulders freedom. Eventually they found what they were seeking, the almost invisible cords that secured her bustier.

“NO!” She screamed. There was not much defiance in her voice now, just fear. She felt her top becoming looser. Usually she summoned the costume by magic and never had to use the laces. And until now no one had ever dared to undo them.

The bustier fell to the floor, the twin golden Ws made a melodic ding and red, velvet-like cloth folded into a neat pile. Wonder Woman’s proud maidenly breasts swung free, the cold air made her nipples grow firm and stiff. The breasts were amazing, almost hypnotic to watch. The two globes were large but not ungainly; if she wore a bra Wonder Woman would need a 36C. But they were so firm they needed no support. Even in her civilian identity Wonder Woman did not bother with the constraining garments of the Man’s World. They rose and fell quickly as Wonder Woman panted with shock.

This had never happened before! Even the few times she’d been captured she quickly escaped and not even the most deranged criminal ever dared to disrobe her! For the first time Wonder Woman realized this was serious. Her captor had no intention of letting her escape.

She whipped her head around trying to face her captor. “Stop this! Stop it! You’re going too far! You cannot do this to me! I am Diana! Princess of the Amazons! No one can touch me! No one!”

She felt strong arms encircle her bare waist and pull her back against the metal pole. The hands rose and cupped her breasts, thumbs teased her nipples. She could feel his member pushing against the back of her panties. He wouldn’t? Would he? Tears fell freely from Wonder Woman’s eyes, she sobbed in humiliation and impotence.

“Is it true what they say Diana? You are pure? Untouched by man or woman?”

“S-STOP!” She yelled again her voice breaking. “Stop damn you!”

“Again with the gutter mouth Diana? What am I going to do? I know.” He reached behind her head and undid the blindfold. Wonder Woman blinked in the sudden light. She could now see she was bound in front of a wall-length mirror similar to the ones in dance studios. For the first time she could see herself, red-eyed and topless, crying helplessly as a man fondled her. It was shocking how quickly she had lost her composure. She took a deep breath to regain it and opened her mouth to speak.

But she never closed it. Warren balled the blindfold and jammed it into her open mouth. The wire was employed again to secure the makeshift gag. Wonder Woman could taste her own salty tears. She grunted a few times but nothing intelligible came out. Warren nodded; the makeshift gag was more than adequate. He had a large range of ball-gags and hoods available of course but he liked administering instant punishments, it made the lesson that much firmer.

Warren walked around her again, admiring her breasts from the front and seeing what else had been concealed under the red bustier. Her shoulders were strong but her waist curved into a pleasingly curved hourglass. He had thought she wore a corset but now that the woman was topless he could see it was natural. Her belly was flat, with a neatly defined set of abdominal muscles. Even without her magic belt she was a strong woman. Wonder Woman trembled again, her breasts shook slightly. Warren raised a hand and slapped them, hard. The hand left a neat red outline on her left breast. It was so nice he slapped them again with his right hand, so the matched. He was pleased to see Wonder Woman close her eyes and flinch the second time.

Warren walked around again. Wonder Woman’s modesty was now protected only by her blue and silver star-spangled panties. He fluffed her hair and strategically positioned a few strands over her nipples to give her small bit of modesty. He massaged her raised leg. Wonder Woman winced again. The leg had long since become numb, returning circulation was painful! He felt her right leg; it was like a steel cable after supporting her weight for so long. He nodded, the prisoner was secure. He kissed her cheek gently, like a departing lover and walked back towards Wonder Girl’s room.


The door opened and the teen wonder brought the silver tray down on Warren’s head. The villain fell to the floor in a heap. Wonder Girl gracefully jumped over him into the corridor beyond. But he grabbed her ankle in an iron grip and yanked her off her feet. She feel face first to the hard flagstones and yelped. She kicked at him with her other foot but he was on his knees now and pulling her back into the bedroom. He rose to his feet and yanked her back inside. She grabbed the door frame and held with all her strength but he pulled her loose in two tugs.

Tears filled Wonder Girl’s eyes, she kicked blindly and ineffectively. Warren’s kick landed right between her legs on her still sensitive and delicate pussy. He released her leg and kicked the waifish girl several times. She rolled into a ball and cried.

“Strip!” He commanded! “I show you kindness, I feed you, I give you a warm bed, clothe you and this is how you repay me? Strip!”

He kicked her a few more times, wishing he had a heavy belt or whip to deliver a proper beating with. His bare feet were beginning to hurt. But apparently they were painful enough. Still lying on the floor Wonder Girl struggled out of her tunic as the blows continued to fall.

“You will be docile and obedient! Say it! I am docile and obedient!”

The girl babbled but did not say the words.

Warren roared, reached down and seized her by the hair, then he pulled the kicking and screaming girl from the bedroom. He knew what to do with her now!


Wonder Woman trembled bound to her pole. She had heard the sounds of violence from the next room but nothing since. Where was Wonder Girl? What fiendish torments was she undergoing for her defiance? She felt guilty for her advice, she had told her protégé to fight at every chance even though she knew Wonder Girl lacked the strength to win those encounters.

She suspected she’d been allowed to hear Wonder Girl’s fate. She’d been able to hear every blow and every cry from the teen’s room even though the walls seemed to be solid stone. No doubt this was part of her torture.

The sounds of the beating stopped. Eventually the door opened again. Warren strode in, pulling Wonder Girl by the arms behind him. As Wonder Woman feared, her sidekick’s body was covered in bruises and she was now bound.

Donna’s head was covered with a thick leather hood that covered her ears, eyes and even her nose, leaving only two small holes to breathe through. The hood had a gag for her mouth but it had not been inserted. The girl was still crying and screaming, all defiance gone; she begged for mercy and shouted apologies.

Wonder Woman’s heart broke. She would have endured anything not to see her partner reduced to this.

Wonder Girl’s hands were secured by stout metal handcuffs closed around her wrists, just above her Amazon slave bracelets. A black leather thong covered her nether regions but other than that Wonder Girl was nude.

Warren hit a switch on the wall and a chain fell from the ceiling stopping just in front of Wonder Woman, ending in a hook above her head. Warren pulled Wonder Girl upright and as easily as a doll lifted her off the ground, hooking her arms to the chain, suspending her right in front of Wonder Woman, though the hooded teen had no idea. Wonder Girl’s body shook with agony as her whole weight was suspended by her arms. She stopped screaming then and started to gasp for air. The pain, the disorientation and the terror were sending her into shock.

Warren walked behind Wonder Woman and grabbed Wonder Girl’s kicking legs by the ankles. He pulled them, one on each side of her mentor and tied them to another eye in the pole. Wonder Girl was now resting on Wonder Woman’s raised leg, her mentor moaned under the gag as her abused leg took on Wonder Girl’s weight.

Wonder Girl’s bare thighs were rubbed against Diana’s. Their bare nipples were just inches apart. Wonder Girl’s trembling body shook her mentor’s.

Warren smiled. From his pocket he withdrew a remote and clicked it.

Wonder Woman heard a low soft buzzing sound and felt something vibrate on her leg. NO! The black leather thong held a vibrating dildo stuck inside Donna’s pussy. And Warren had just activated it!

He reached behind Diana’s head and undid the gag.

“DONNA! DONNA can you hear me!” She shouted.

“NO SHE CAN’T!” Warren shouted in Diana’s ear startling her. He laughed. “The hood had a white noise generator in each ear; she couldn’t hear it if a parade went by. So now I leave you two, I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.”

He turned and left, shutting the door behind him.


Warren was right of course.

The stories about Diana, Princess of the Amazons were true. She was untouched by man or woman. The Goddesses of Olympus had given the Amazons many gifts but expected certain things in return. As an Amazon warrior she naturally could never know the touch of a man. If she lost her maidenhead due to defilement or seduction (it was assumed it would never be consensual) she would be exiled forever from Paradise Island.

But for most Amazons this was not a major issue, they lived on an island paradise inhabited only by other women. In the baths, in the streams, and in the privacy of their own quarters they found ways to entertain one another. And over the centuries they had become quite skilled. Quite skilled indeed.

But for Princess Diana, daughter of QueenHippolyta and given life by powerful divine magic, did not participate. When Diana was but a child the Queen strictly forbade any Amazon from touching her daughter. As she grew Diana became aware that her Amazon sisters were allowed to play some special games, very special, very pleasant games, but she was not allowed to join them. In time she learned exactly what those games were and tried playing them by herself. But her mother entered the royal baths at that moment and screamed. She pulled the young Diana back to her quarters and pulled out a leather strap. The Princess was not able to sit for a week. That was the end of her experimentation.

Perhaps, as Diana grew older the Queen would have rescinded her order but soon after she became an adult Diana left Paradise Island to fight for justice in the Man’s World. So it was a moot point.

For Diana sex in the Man’s World was a terrible, repulsive thing. As a heroine she saw a lot of the ugly side of life. In her world men were weak, selfish and cowardly, the women were little better, no match for the Amazon sisters of her home. She’d been tempted a few times, especially with the noble Superman and the darkly seductive Batman but those temptations were easily overcome. A night with a man, even men like them, was not worth loosing her homeland and her immortality.

But there was one night… Wonder Woman was showering in the JLA locker room after a hard battle and the beautiful and brave Black Canary joined her. Unfortunately their stolen kiss was interrupted by a Trouble Alert. Soon afterwards Black Canary hooked up with Green Arrow and they never spoke of the incident again.

For years Wonder Woman’s sexual desires had been sublimated, suppressed or ignored. She’d told herself she had no need for those things. No desire for those things. No curiosity even. These things were easy to say when she was fully clothed (well, as fully clothed as any superheroine got) and fighting crime.

It was harder with her naked partner gyrating on her leg. Wonder Girl’s small breasts were glowing with perspiration; her legs were almost burning hot, rubbing back and forth on Wonder Woman’s aching thigh. Worst of all was her mouth. Her lips were pursed for a kiss and set in a faint smile.

“Uhhh…” Wonder Girl moaned and gripped Wonder Woman’s leg tighter. Bare flesh rubbed against Diana’s inner thigh, a thin stream of juices leaked down it.

Wonder Woman couldn’t stand it any longer. Wonder Woman did it. She leaned forward and kissed her partner’s lips. Donna leaned against her, their nipples touched and rubbed together. Their tongues intertwined. They kissed again. And a third time. Donna rubbed harder and faster on Diana’s leg, her breathing got faster and faster, she moaned between kisses, “Oh yes… please… please…harder”

Wonder Woman grunted with the effort but lifted her left leg, driving the vibrator deeper into her partner’s pussy.

“AH! AH! Ahhh….” Wonder Girl sighed. “Thank you, oh thank you Master Warren, thank you…”

Wonder Woman pulled back and sobbed.

Then the chain began to rise, it moved back and lowered. A spent and exhausted Wonder Girl crumpled to the floor and fell fast asleep.

Wonder Woman lingered a while longer, meditating on her confusing feelings and the damp spot that had formed on her own star-spangled panties. She rededicated herself; she had allowed this fiend to erode her will, even to make her participate in her partner’s corruption. She would not show the same weakness again.

Finally she too accepted the touch of Morpheus.

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl - The Princess’ Ordeal

Chapter 4 - The Climax!

Wonder Woman awoke back in her cage in the room she had come to think of as the torture chamber. Her bustier was still gone, possibly for good. This time she was not bound. She tried the bars again and there was still no give. She was weak though. It had been days since she had eaten or had even water to drink.

Her constitution was strong, stronger than any human’s but it was not limitless. And she was near the breaking point. A few feet away Wonder Girl was back in her costume, back in her cell, sleeping soundly on the cot. A content smile on her face. Wonder Woman could see her bruises had healed, she wondered how that could have happened but didn’t spare too much attention. Most of her mind was obsessed with the tray of food waiting for Donna. Wonder Woman felt herself salivating and turned away.

In time Wonder Girl awoke. She found a hair clip under her pillow and tied her hair back in its neat ponytail. She stretched and reached for her breakfast.

Then she heard Wonder Woman sob.

“Princess?”

Another sob answered her.

“Princess, what happened? What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. What about you?”

“Me? No Princess, nothing, just, just a meal. Nothing.”

Wonder Woman snarled. How dare she lie! When they got free…

“Princess? Are you all right? Princess, please turn around, I can’t see you.”

Wonder Woman reluctantly rolled over. Wonder Girl gasped. Not only was her mentor topless but she was a wreck. Her hair disheveled her eyes red and puffy, her hands weak and trembling, her mouth twisted in a scowl. “PRINCESS! What did he do?!”

“N-nothing, nothing do you hear me Donna? Nothing. I’m just hungry and tired. That’s all. Not all of us were given food.”

“Oh Princess, you must be starved, reach out to me, I’ll give you what I have.” Donna reached through the bars with the Sandwich. Diana didn’t hesitate she lashed out and pulled the precious food to her. She devoured it in one gulp and gestured for more. Donna extended her arms with the apple and juice. Diana reached for them.

Then the door opened.

And Diana swatted the apple and juice out of Donna’s hands. The nourishment flew into a corner of the room. “Never accept your captor’s food!” Wonder Woman snapped. Wonder Girl pulled her stinging hands back in shock “But…”

Warren tsked and shook his head. He gestured towards Donna. Wonder Girl fell to her knees and lowered her head.

“M-Master Warren, I am sorry for yesterday. I am docile and obedient.”

Wonder Woman snarled at her in disgust.

“Oh Donna, no need for such theatrics. I know already that you regret what happened. Speak no more of it. Now how is your sister?”

Wonder Girl looked over at her mentor, now hunched in a ball snarling like an animal.

“I… I’m worried Master Warren. Please feed her, she had not eaten.”

Warren looked at Wonder Woman in mock surprise. “What is this? If you are hungry Princess you have but to ask.”

“Go to hell.” She snarled.

He turned back to Wonder Girl and shrugged. “There you go. But there is no reason we cannot enjoy a pleasant meal.”

The cage raised and Wonder Girl stepped out, she allowed a kiss from Master Warren and they left.

The lights went out.


Wonder Girl enjoyed a hot shower and thought. There was a lot to think about. After her pathetic escape attempt she resolved to play along, to wait for a better chance. Warren’s punishment, the beating followed by a blind rape hanging from a chain had terrified her. And now seeing the proud Wonder Woman reduced to an animal convinced her she made the right choice. She had food and rest and a shower while Wonder Woman could barely speak. But she reminded herself she had only the illusion of freedom. Warren could come and take it from her at any time. She had to be crafty, she had to be clever.

But she also wondered what would become of her when they escaped. Once touched by a man, two men now, Wonder Girl could no longer return to Paradise Island. No great loss, the Man’s World had ice cream and rock and roll and pinball machines. And boys. Paradise Island just had stuck up Amazons who treated Donna like a half-wit. Even after she was given Amazon powers she was still treated like an outsider, never allowed to join their ‘special games’ in the baths. It was only her status as the Queen’s adopted daughter and Wonder Woman’s sister that got her any respect. And she always knew that was because of what she was not who she was.

Life as Wonder Girl was infinitely better. But could she keep that? Would she also have to return her belt and lasso? They were precious gifts from the gods, she suspected she would. And then? She was an eighteen year old girl with limited knowledge of the Man’s World. Donna Troy was a made-up name, given to her by her Amazon sisters. What role would she play if she was no longer Wonder Girl?

She put these doubts and fears aside. Escape, freedom for her and Wonder Woman was her first priority. She turned off the water and reached for a towel.

She found a red silk gown waiting for her after the shower. No underwear of course. She put it on. It dipped low around her modest breasts and in the back, almost to the crack of her ass. It was long, almost to her ankles but slit in the front, back and sides so that every step exposed her legs. There was a diamond necklace and matching earrings as well. She shrugged and put them on. Finally there were red high heels for her to wear. She looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly believe it was her. She looked so glamorous, so elegant. Even QueenHippolyta herself would be jealous.

Everything fit perfectly. Her keen mind noted this and she wondered if he’d had them made since her capture, or had he, somehow, known her sizes before. There was so little she knew about her captor.


Meanwhile ‘Master Warren’ went upstairs and made contact with his own master.

“Yes, the girl has proven most receptive. I think I will have her loyalty soon. And her devotion.”

“The woman? She is a little stronger but she had begun to bend. And to break. Not much longer.”

“What? No! Of course not, her virtue is still intact. I assure you of that. I am saving her for you, contenting myself with the girl. I have done nothing but prime the pump for you.”

“Soon, very soon. She will receive you with open arms and spread legs. I promise this to you my father.”


In her cage Wonder Woman sobbed. It had all seemed so clear before they were captured but now she was so confused. What should she do? What could she do? She knew she had to fight this ‘Master Warren’ any way she could but she seemed completely helpless. Her poor protégé had already given up, what could Diana do?

So she did something she rarely did. She prayed.

For an Amazon Princess, prayer is not a casual thing. Her gods are not loving or caring. Her gods are petty, capricious and harsh. Calling on them was always risky. They were as likely to turn her into a spider as aid her. But what else did she have?

She rose to her knees and bowed her head. Hunched over in the cage she had little choice. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts, feeling the cold metal slave bracelets over her nipples. She closed her eyes and began to chant an ancient prayer of the Amazons, praising the goddesses who gave them life, beautiful Aphrodite, wise Athena, brave Artemis, bountiful Demeter, great Hera and glorious Gaea each in turn. She flattered them and called on them to aid her and her innocent protégé in their hour of need; she promised to serve them well and begged for their aid.

What happened next was completely unexpected.

Nothing.

There was no answer, no reply, no message, not even a vague feeling they were considering Diana’s prayer.

Nothing.

Diana was alone.

She lay on her side and wept openly.

Soon she slept.

The dark figure of Master Warren entered and opened her cage.


The bathroom door opened. Wonder Girl added perfect timing to Warren’s repartee of tricks. Was it just luck or was he somehow watching her?

Warren escorted her to a new room, the next room down from the bedroom. It was dining room, lit by an elaborate chandelier and candles on the table. It was set with three covered dishes.

The only thing out of place was Wonder Woman. The Amazon Princess was still dirty, tired and topless but she was now bound. A heavy wooden stock was locked around her wrists and neck. A chain extended from it to the wall, she could rise no higher than her knees. She glared at them from the floor.

With a flourish Warren pulled the covers off their meals, three plates of lamb stew. Donna reached for hers but hesitated under Wonder Woman’s glare. But only for a second, the stew smelled so good. Warren toasted and they drank wine, he made some jokes, Donna laughed. All the while Wonder Woman knelt on the floor watching in disgust. It finally got to Donna.

“Um, Master Warren, what about my sister?”

“Diana? Oh she is free to join us at any time. She had but to ask and I will free her to sit with us like a human being, instead of at our feet, like a filthy pig!” He laughed. Wonder Woman snarled but bit back a harsh reply. She knew it would make no difference.

“But please Master Warren, she has to eat, I’m afraid for her.”

“Well I suppose if the piggy wants to eat…” He rose and walked to a cupboard. He put two dishes down next to Wonder Woman. He gestured to Donna. “You may feed the pig if you wish.”

Donna hesitated but rose to her feet. She took the plate and glass meant for Wonder Woman. She gasped when she saw the food dishes on the floor, they were cheap plastic pet bowls, and even worse, they were Wonder Woman pet bowls. She remembered when Wonder Woman agreed to put her likeness and emblem on these bowls for the ASPCA. She chuckled despite herself and gracefully knelt down. She put the stew in one and the wine in the other. Sitting in pet dishes they looked just like dog food and water. She stroked Wonder Woman’s matted hair tenderly, with pity and sadness. “Please Princess, you must eat, you’re getting too weak.” Wonder Woman just snarled and charged at Donna growling. Donna squealed in fear and dashed back to the table. Diana charged up to the length of her chain shouting curses and vile insults at her adopted sister. Donna started to cry.

Warren rose to his feet and put his arms around the trembling teen, she buried her face in his chest. “Now, now my dear, you can’t help her if she doesn’t want to be helped.”

“I… I know” Donna whispered.

“But we can’t let Princess Piggy spoil our time together.” Warren swung the lithe lass onto his lap and kissed her collarbone. She giggled. He jammed a piece of bread, sopping wet with gravy into her mouth and kissed her neck. She kissed his lips. He felt her breast.

Wonder Woman continued her onslaught of insults, calling Donna a traitor and a whore, vowing she would never set foot on Paradise Island again.

She sighed and whispered in his ear, “Please Master Warren, not like this, not with her watching.”

“Go to the bedroom, prepare yourself, I’ll join you shortly.”

“Yes Master Warren.”

She rose, gave Wonder Woman a frightened look and hurried out. Warren walked to his bound captive. She fell silent and waited, sitting on her butt, back against the wall, arms restrained by the wooden stock. As he got close her legs lashed out, she would trap one leg and break it!

But Warren leapt at the last minute; he landed lightly a few feet farther back, his black robe billowing out like wings. He laughed; she shot forward but was restrained by the stock and chain. He kicked the side of her head and sent her back to the wall. She screamed and growled like an animal but could do nothing. Tears started to fill her eyes, her growls turned into sobs.

“Oh Princess Piggy, when will you learn?”

Wonder Woman’s impotent rage passed, she sobbed. “WHAT DO YOU WANT? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want…”

“Oh Princess, I already have what I want, she’s waiting for me now.” He took her proud chin in one hand and raised her face. The rage and pride were broken now, she was crying openly. He bent down and kissed her lips, Wonder Woman did not resist. He broke the kiss and smiled at her. “You were blessed by all the Goddesses weren’t you?”

Wonder Woman mutely nodded.

“Knowledge from Athena, goddess of wisdom. Speed from Artemis, goddess of the hunt. Strength from Demeter, goddess of the Earth. Power from Hera, queen of the gods and so on…

Wonder Woman mutely nodded. How did he know all this?

“Did you ever wonder what gifts you got from Aphrodite, goddess of love?”

Wonder Woman opened her mouth but hesitated. Warren kissed her again, their tongues intermingled, his hand clutched her breast. He broke it off.

“Now… eat your stew. You’ll need your strength. For what is coming.”


Wonder Girl reentered the bedroom for the first time since she tried to escape. She looked around again. There was the bed of course, a heavy wardrobe, a vanity with a large mirror and cosmetics laid out, a wooden chair in front of it, a floor lamp… all sorts of things she might use as a weapon. She could shatter the mirror and use a sharp piece of glass. She could use the chair as a club (“that’s what I should have used the first time” she realized). She could use it to know out Warren then tie him up with strips of cloth… There were endless options.

But…

What if she failed?

She remembered those hours in the hood, beaten and then hung up and raped. She couldn’t endure that again. She couldn’t!

Besides… the door leading out of this dungeon was still sealed and Warren no doubt had other minions. The time for an escape was not yet right; she had to know more about this place and her captor.

In fact, she wondered, where would she go even if she did escape? Wonder Woman was right, the Goddess of Olympus would never allow her to return to the Amazons and she barely had any sort of life in the Man’s World.

She shook her head.

She sat down in front of the vanity and picked up the ruby lipstick. Master Warren would expect her to be beautiful.


Warren turned out the lights when he left and Wonder Woman crouched in the dark. Feeling with her foot she found the dishes. With her hands in the stock she couldn’t touch them. She had to kneed down and lower her head to the floor to eat.

She wolfed down the stew and licked the bowl. A bit of light came through the crack under the door, with it she could see herself smiling back at her from the bottom of the pet bowl. She spat.

The wine was harder, like a dog she had to extend her tongue and lap it up bit by bit. It took time but eventually she finished it all.

The she heard the moans. Once again she was being treated to the sound of her protégé’s lovemaking.

“Oh Master Warren, harder, harder, please! Harder! OH! Ohh….”

The sounds of pleasure preyed on Wonder Woman’s weakened mind and tormented body. She moaned softly and rubbed her legs together. She lay on her stomach and rubbed her engorged nipples against the cold stone floor. She moaned, she howled, she whined. After all these years of denying herself even the smallest sensual pleasures she longed for them. She wished it was her.

Eventually she slept.


Donna Troy held Master Warren in her thin arms, rubbing his hairless chest and kissing his neck. Their sex had been incredible, better than anything with Robin, better than she had imagined.

She still wore the tattered remains of her red dress. He had enjoyed tearing it from her. And Donna had found it incredibly arousing to be helpless in his arms. Was he changing her? She remembered the story of Persephone, a young maiden seized by Hades and dragged to the underworld. The heroes of Olympus freed her but because Persephone accepted half a fruit from her captor she was cursed to spend half the year away from the sun. Was Donna Troy the new Persephone? Would this be her fate forever?

They lay in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Have you thought of your future?” Warren finally asked.

“Yes Master Warren, a little.”

“You know that even if you overcame me and escaped you would never be able to return to the Amazons.”

“I know Master Warren.”

“Are you sad?”

“No Master Warren, no. I was never one of them, just a poor little foundling adopted by the Queen. I didn’t really plan to return anyway, there’s no ice cream there.” She reached lower and stroke his dick; it was already becoming hard again. “None of these either.” She giggled.

“You also know you will lose your belt, your lasso, and your powers.”

Donna shed a single tear and her voice became low. “Yes Master Warren, I know. Diana herself will take them from me if we escape.”

“So you have no reason to escape now, certainly no reason to help Princess Piggy.”

Donna giggled at Wonder Woman’s new nickname. But then turned serious. “I… I don’t want her hurt. I don’t want her to suffer. She is still my sister. Please Master, please let her go. I will stay with you. I promise.”

“Soon my dear, soon I will be done with her, I promise.”

“What about me?”

He kissed her and rolled her on to her back. “Donna Troy, I promise you a future of wonders.” She opened her legs and smiled.


By now Wonder Woman was getting used to waking up in a new, humiliating form of bondage. But it didn’t make things any easier. This time she was back in the ‘workout room’ with its full length mirror.

Diana was still topless, but now barefoot as well. Only her star-spangled briefs and slave bracelets had been left on her. She was on her back, with her arms and legs spread out like an X in the center of the room. Corse ropes were tied to each wrist and each ankle, secured to four poles, just tightly enough to pull at the sockets.

But worst of all she wasn’t resting on a table! She was suspended in mid-air, a few feet off the ground!

The pain hit her next. Her abused arms and legs felt like they were being torn from her body. Without support her head hung down, her hair almost touching the floor. She raised it but her muscles were so weak, it fell again.

Out of habit she pulled at her bonds, there was no give. She twisted her wrists and ankles, the ropes did not slip at all. She tried to slip her foot out of the loop, but it was too tight. She sighed and let her head slump back. She was still helpless.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. After several days of captivity Warren was right. She did look like a dirty pig. Her skin was sweaty and dirty, her hair matted, her eyes red with dark circles under them, her skin rubbed raw by ropes, she looked nothing like the proud princess of the Amazons. And felt nothing like a proud princess either. She was beaten. She knew it.

Staring at her reflection she noticed a new addition to her bondage. Her golden lasso had been returned; it was looped tightly around her neck and trailed on the floor. She was tied with the Lariat of Truth!

There were many myths about Wonder Woman’s Golden Lasso. Some claimed it could control minds, forcing its captives to obey Wonder Woman’s will. Others said it burned evil men. Some said it was nothing more than a magical polygraph detecting lies. None were completely true. The lasso’s power was that it compelled others to see the truth, to speak the truth, even to say things they only now realized were true. Being forced to see the truth could be a life-changing experience. Some criminals, confronted with the lives they had ruined, vowed to reform. Others continued their criminal careers but now needed drugs and alcohol for forget what they saw. Even people who consider themselves honest are reluctant to be tied with the Lasso of Truth for fear of what they might see.

For Wonder Woman the effect was also profound. It forced her to realize just how helpless she felt, and how much she welcomed it. The feeling of Warren’s lips against her, the look of unashamed joy on Donna’s face, the feeling of naked flesh against her own, the surrender to ecstasy, the freedom from her crushing obligations. She wanted it all. And she could no longer hide from it.

“Warren!” She yelled, knowing he could hear. “Warren, let me go! Puh-please! Free me! I swear I will serve you, I swear. Oh Warren, I will call you master, Master Warren! I will obey! I will be… I will be your slave! I will be your slave Master Warren, I Diana, princess of the Amazons will be your slave…” She sobbed. “Please… please…”

“You fucking bitch.”

Wonder Girl had entered the room. She was dressed in her costume again, her full costume. Even her belt and her own lasso had been returned. “All this time! All those insults and rules and that snug superior attitude and really, you wanted the same thing!”

Wonder Woman raised her weary head and looked over her breasts at Wonder Girl “I-“ She wanted to say no, to say it was just weariness or that she’d been forced to say those shameful things but the power of the Lasso of Truth was unrelenting. “…yes…”

“YOU BITCH!” Wonder Girl shouted again and drew her own lasso from her hip. She stretched it out and lashed it like a whip on Wonder Woman’s stomach. Wonder Woman screamed! More blows followed on her breasts, on her sides and finally one right between the legs. Wonder Woman howled in pain, shaking and pulling at the unforgiving ropes, crying like a child.

“Donna please stop! Please! Oh Donna I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!”

Donna barely heard Wonder Woman over her own screams of rage. Years of frustration, years of being told what to do by Diana, Hippolyita and all the other Amazons came back to her. Years of being treated like an idiot, of being corrected over every little thing, of being told she was lucky to be with the Amazons but would never really be one of them… all of that came out in one explosion of fury! Wonder Woman’s chest was red and crisscrossed with livid marks now; thin trains of blood ran down her breasts and on to the floor. The Amazon Princess had screamed herself hoarse and now just gasped in mute pain.

Wonder Girl stopped. Not out of pity or regret. No. Wonder Girl’s arm was tired.

She walked around facing Wonder Woman’s upside down head.

“I HATE YOU!” Donna yelled at the top of her lungs and spat in Wonder Woman’s face. “I renounce you and the Amazons and everything they stand for!” She reached for the neck of her red and gold tunic and tore it in two. She tossed the rags aside. She stepped out of her sandals and kicked them at Wonder Woman, they struck her in the face and she winced. Donna tore off her blue and white bloomers next, exposing her bush and pussy. She hurled the rags in the air and they fell like snow. Her belt of power and lasso of truth, gifts from the Goddesses of Olympus followed. Now she wore only her slave bracelets. These indestructible bands were a gift and a curse from Hera. The bands were indestructible, and could be used to defend an Amazon warrior again attacks, even to deflect bullets. But they worn as signs of shame, in memory of the dark day the Amazon nation was enslaved and raped by Hercules. None but the gods could remove them.

Donna looked at them with rage, her last link to the Amazon nation. She screamed and smashed her forearms together. The indestructible bands shattered like glass! Fragments flew everywhere embedding themselves in steel poles, stone walls and cutting the flesh of the two women. Donna didn’t care. She took a few deep breaths and smiled.

Clap-clap-clap

“Master Warren!”

“Yes Donna, you’ve finally done it, you’re free from them, free from her.”

The nude teen ran over and hugged him. “Oh Master I never could have done it without you!”

“Now go, there are new garments waiting for you.” He smacked her ass and sent her on her way. He turned to the bound Wonder Woman, her abused body trembled in its bonds, blood and filth matted it, her breasts shook with each breath. Her eyes were wet and pleading. She was almost ready.

“That was your apprentice, your protégé, your adopted sister. Raised all her life in the Amazon ways. Doesn’t speak that well for your ways does it?”

Wonder Woman looked away in shame.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said with a smile.


Laid out of the bed Donna Troy, found new garments waiting for her. A new costume, new armor, for her new role, her new allegiance.

She looked at it for some time, felt it, it was warm to the touch as if fresh from the forge and felt alive, like Wonder Woman’s own magical regalia. But how? How had Master Warren gotten such things? And why was he giving it to her?

She still knew nothing about Master Warren only that she loved him. She didn’t even know if Warren was his real name.

Wait.

There was something else, something he said when they were first captured; his said his name was Warren Polemos, Polemos… War-

She got it.

In an instant everything was clear to her. She hurried to don the armor, a gift from her new lord.


Warren produced a soapy bucket, a sponge and some rags. He removed his black robe and dipped the sponge in the warm soapy water. Wonder Woman watched him raise it and then wring it out over her breasts. Despite herself she squealed at the sensation, but that was nothing. Warren followed it up by gently scrubbing her bulbous breasts, each stroke of the silky smooth rags was cool and soothing, the pain and filth of the last few days was washed away bit by bit. When he finished he kissed each nipple and Wonder Woman moaned.

He addressed her body next, rubbing her flanks like she was a horse and murmuring comforting words. He reached under her and massaged her aching back. Then her bound and extended arms got his attention. The feel of warm water on her body was like magic, Wonder Woman could feel her cuts and wounds disappearing. Some small part of her mind raised alarms at this, but the rest of her just enjoyed the sensation of warmth, cleanliness and comfort for the first time in days.

Finishing her breasts, body and arms the man called Master Warren walked to Wonder Woman’s legs and untied the strong ropes from her ankles. He undid the first one and her leg flopped down lifelessly. Wonder Woman gasped at the sudden pain of supporting her entire body with one bound leg. But then Warren freed the other one.

Wonder Woman fell on her shapely ass. Her arms were wrenched painfully since they were still tied but she gave a sigh of relief, she was back on solid ground.

Warren knelt between her strong legs and reached for her star-spangled panties. He touched her hips and they twitched at the sensation, he worked his strong fingers under their hem and slowly pulled them free. Underneath was a sight no man had ever seen, the neatly trimmed bush and engorged slit of Wonder Woman’s sex. The Amazon Princess sighed when the cool air hit her nether regions.

‘This is it’ she told herself and steeled herself for Warren’s penetration. She knew that it was not completely unwelcome. Her pelvis swayed again. Soon… soon…

But Warren ignored her pussy and began rubbing her abused legs up and down, paying special attention to her sensitive inner thighs. Wonder Woman gasped with each stroke, the feeling was incredible! She felt tingling, then warmth between her legs. Wonder Woman’s pussy was responding again, it was even worse that that night with Wonder Girl. Diana’s head lolled and her lips curled and pursed. “…please…” She moaned. “…I can’t take it anymore… please…”

Warren just continued his work, not even looking at the feverish desire on the Amazing Amazon’s face. “Please what princess?”

“TAKE ME!” She yelled. The Lasso of Truth compelling her to reveal all! “Please for the love of Aphrodite just take me; make me your woman Master Warren… please… Just don’t humiliate me any longer…”

Warren applied one strong hand to cup her sex; it was hot and wet to the touch. Juices flowed around his fingers. He pushed against it and Wonder Woman moaned. “Yes… please…”

“No.” He removed his hand.

“No?” She gasped. “No! Please don’t make me beg… don’t…”

“Don’t make you what Princess?”

“I BEG YOU please fuck me, please, please, I can’t stand it, please Master Warren… please” she began to babble, rubbing her legs together, struggling again in her bonds.

Warren reached up and undid the ropes on her wrists. Diana moved them towards her breasts and her sex but Warren smacked them away. Wonder Woman looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Dress yourself. The time is almost here.”

“Dress myself Master? But… Master… I don’t understand.” Wonder Woman was on her knees at his feet, panting, trying not to touch herself but she wanted, needed sex so much! She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, she felt like she would melt if she had to wait any longer.

“I wish to see you in your costume, one last time. Before you submit.”

“Yes master!” The enthusiasm in her voice was shameful but Wonder Woman no longer cared. He walked across the room and retrieved a cardboard box; he dropped it between Wonder Woman’s open legs and stood next to her kneeling body. “Put it on.”

Her uniform was waiting for her, neatly folded in a box. Even her belt of power was there. Her belt! With it she could overcome Warren and be free! She stared at it for a minute. He ran a hand through her hair and pulled her head close to his leg. She rubbed her head against it. The lasso forced her to see the truth. Even with her belt, even outside these dungeons she would never be free of the feelings he had awoken within her. She reached for her costume and Wonder Woman was born again. Though it looked like satin the costume’s cloth was magical and was already clean and warm to the touch. She pulled on the star-spangled panties and they hugged her hips and her engorged sex. She sighed; the warmth of the panties was pleasingly stimulating. She fit the satin and gold bustier on next, the cool metal of her stylized eagle was pleasing against her erect nipples. Her tiara was cool to the touch as she placed it on her fevered brow and her magical boots were like a massage on her feet. Somehow her magical regalia seemed to be driving her to new heights of stimulation. She buckled on her belt last of all and gasped. She doubled over. All her senses became sharper and keener, her stimulation doubled. Tears filled her eyes, longing filled her loins, she needed the tough of Master Warren, she needed it now.

“You truly are a wonder, woman.” He kissed her, she returned it, her hands rose to his head, stroking his hair, she pressed her breasts and loins against his and kissed him again “please Master Warren, please…” she begged breathlessly. He pushed her away. “Soon princess, soon. But it will not be me. You have been saved for another, for my father.”

“Your father?”

“Come” he commanded and led her out of the workout room. He led her down the hall to a new door, one she had never been through. He opened it.

The fresh air was the first thing that struck Wonder Woman. After so long in the bowels of this dungeon she had almost forgotten how wonderful air could be. Scents of flowers and jasmine reached her nose and she moaned softly. The room was open on four sides and gardens surrounded it. It was white marble, decorated with columns and carvings. But how could this be? They had not gone up any stairs, how could they be above ground and outside?

Her questions were forgotten when she laid eyes on the other person in the room. On a divan waited a broad-chested red-bearded man dressed in a simple white toga. Diana met his eyes and felt and electric shock through her body. Warren bowed to him.

“Father, may I present Diana, virgin princess of the Amazons also known as Wonder Woman. Diana, this is my father you may call him…” he hesitated for a second, thinking “…Rex Bronti.”

The red-haired man chuckled. “Thank you ‘Warren Polemos’ that will be all.”

Warren bowed and left. Rex rose from the couch. He was a tall man, towering a full head above Diana. His muscular frame was packed with power, he looked even more muscular than Superman or Batman, it was like he could crush her in his arms. Wonder Woman looked back at the door but Warren was already gone. Powerful longings filled her. As Rex approached the air itself became alive with ozone and crackled with power.

Wonder Woman could not help herself, this powerful man filled her with such awe she dropped her knees before him. “Master…” She whispered breathlessly. He took her hand, power crackled up her arm.

“Yes princess, I am your master.” He took her slender wrists in his strong hands and examined her slave bracelets. He casually pulled off one and then the other. He crushed them in his hand like tin cans and bade Wonder Woman to rise.

He pulled off her red and gold tiara and examined it for a moment. The workmanship was exquisite; it was razor sharp, inlaid with Greek letters proclaiming the wearer to be Wonder Woman, champion of the Amazons. He crumpled it as well and tossed into the garden. Wonder Woman barely noticed, the tiara and bracelets didn’t feel like they belonged to her anymore.

He took Wonder Woman by the chin and kissed her, the amazing Amazon responded passionately pushing up against him. Rex reached down and pulled her bustier down off her breasts, with one hand he cupped Wonder Woman’s left breast making her gasp. With the other he reached lower and tore off her star-spangled panties. Wonder Woman moaned at that violent exposure of her sex. She squirmed closer to Rex.

He roared and pushed her to the couch pinned on her back. Diana barely had time to spread her legs before Rex buried his massive engorged member between them up to the hilt. She yelped and winced at the bit of pain and felt a thin trickle of blood inside her love-sheath but it was just a passing moment soon swamped by waves and waves of pleasure at Rex pistoned in and out of her already-wet tunnel.

The massive man was a skilled lover. As he pounded between her legs he mauled her breasts kissed her collarbone and face. Diana lost all sensation of where she was, what she was doing. Her hands roamed his muscular scared body, her lips sought his. Her breath came in gasps and her lost focus. Her muscles tensed, she squeezed between her legs trying to pull him ever deeper. Inside her red and white boots her toes curled into tight arcs. The princess of the Amazons had just experienced her first orgasm.

“You are a hot bitch aren’t you?” Wonder Woman just panted in reply.

But it didn’t stop there! Rex paused for her to catch her breath, to begin to bask in the afterglow, and then he started again. Wonder Woman rose again to new heights, reaching climax even faster. She could feel she was spraying juices from her greedy pussy over Rex’s hot body. “I never knew it would be this… wet…” a small, detached part of her mind noted.

After the second climax Rex took his time brining her to her third. Sometimes he would pause and look down on her writhing body the greedy, passionate face. He waited. “Please… Rex? Why are you stopping? Rex please don’t stop, please keep going. Rex… Master Rex… please… I beg you please keep going, please… please” She gasped, her pelvis started to twitched trying to make up for his sudden stillness, she grabbed a powerful wrist in her two hands and pulled it to her breast, she babbled, she begged. “Please Master Rex, please… please…”

And finally, he was satisfied she meant it. He grunted and continued.

Now he took control, not longer attending to her needs or gently lifting her to new levels of ecstasy, he pounded her roughly, driving deep into her narrow love tunnel, mauling her breasts hard enough to raise bruises, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her body down like a pile driver. Through it all, the helpless Princess cried out passionately, the rough treatment driving her to new orgasms just as well as the gentle treatment did.

Finally she felt something burning hot shoot upwards through her body with enough force to push her back an inch! She felt like it would come out her mouth it was so powerful. Her entire stomach burned. She looked up helplessly at Rex and opened her mouth to speak. But his strong hand came down faster, almost knocking her head off. SMACK!

For Wonder Woman the world went black. The last sound she heard was “keep your mouth shut bitch.”


Eventually Wonder Woman awoke. For the first time in ages she awake a free woman, not bound or tied. She was naked again, on a dirty cot in a claustrophobic underground room. Rex Bronti and the palatial garden room were gone as if they had never been.

A tray of food waited for her, she eagerly devoured the sandwich, apple and juice. Then she used the latrine in the corner. It was such a simple joy to relieve herself after all this time. She noticed a showerhead mounted in the other corner and a wardrobe with robes and towels. It seemed she was meant to be here for a while. She threw a robe her shoulders and sat back down on the cot. And thought.

She looked at her bare wrists, free from her Amazon slave bracelets. She remembered her magical garments being torn like so many rags. These things should not have been possible, her regalia was a gift from the gods, yet they happened. But somehow this ‘Rex Bronti’ had been more powerful.

And then it happened. Then she understood.

And the door opened.

Donna entered. The former Wonder Girl was dressed in strange new armor. On her chest she wore a scarlet bustier, the color of blood, decorated with a fierce bronze hawk. It resembled Wonder Woman’s bustier with its stylized eagle but at the same time it mocked it. While Wonder Woman’s bustier left her shoulders tantalizingly bare, Donna’s new armor cover them with leather straps capped with spiked shoulder pads. There was an indigo leather skirt decorated with metallic silver stars at the end of each strip. Heavy bronze bracers and leg armor covered her slender limbs. In her hand she carried a spear that crackled with lightning, when she slammed its butt on the floor there was a sound like thunder. Under her arm she carried a bronze helmet that would completely cover her face except for a Y shaped opening over her mouth and eyes.

Warren entered behind her.

Diana, former princess of the Amazons dropped to her knees and bowed her head to the floor. “My lord” she whispered. “I am your humble servant.”

Warren smiled. “Do you know now who you serve?”

“I serve you master of war, Lord Ares. And your father, Zeus, king of the gods.”

“Excellent!” Ares laughed heartily. I thought you would never figure it out, Polemos, Greek for war and more obviously Warren for War. And of course Rex for king and Bronti, Greek for thunder. Even young Donna realized it long before you did.” He put a hand on Donna’s hip and pulled her close. He kissed her passionately and turned back to her prostrate sister. “The goddesses hid you Amazons well after Hercules’ rape. My father and I regretted never getting a taste of your ample charms but even we could not violate the sanctity of Paradise Island. How kind of your mother to send you two out, unguarded, into the Man’s World.”

“What is your will, Master Ares?”

He stroked Diana’s long curly hair and then gave it a vicious yank. He tossed her back towards the bed and pointed. She climbed onto the cot. She closed her eyes and spread wide her legs but Ares just laughed. “No my dear, not that. My father has claimed you as his own. Now lie back, you need your rest, for your sake and that of your child.”

“My… my ch-child?” Diana touched her stomach.

“The seed of my father is quite potent and grows quickly. I expect we will see signs quite soon. He is most eager to see what the union of Zeus and an Amazon will produce. If he is pleased he will keep you, as his breeding cow.”

Diana was mute with horror.

“But do not worry about your duties. Your apprentice Donna will take over. But with a few changes. No more nonsense about peace, love and understanding. From now on she will stand for vengeance, wrath and bloodshed. She shall be my consort and be known as Warrior Woman. None shall stand in her way! Isn’t that right my dear?”

Donna kissed his cheek and hugged him. She whispered in his ear.

“Already? You little minx, come let us leave Princess Piggy to her sty. Good night Princess Piggy!”

“Good night Diana!”

They closed the door, the lights went out.

In the dark Diana, former princess of the Amazons, former Wonder Woman, now breeding cow of Zeus, finally wept.

Afterword

The idea for this story just hit me out of nowhere so I took a break from my other projects to get this one done. It’s my first Wonder Woman story but probably won’t be my last one.

I think I’ll be doing more stories like this using established comic characters so if anyone has ideas or suggestions please write in.

Marcus Lycus

Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com