Diana's Golden Cord (fd, ff, fm, mm, bd)
Diana's sexual enslavement is enforced by a gift from her father.
Diana always woke up with the first light of dawn. As it was
mid-summer, there was quite a bit of time before she had to go to work.
She lay there on her back with her arms extended beyond her head and her
knees pulled up bent and spread, her ankles low and wide near her hips, her
body in a classic pose of sexual exposure. She had spent nights like this
for so long that it was comforting. She found it hard to sleep in the
other positions Tina sometimes put her in. For several weeks Tina's dreams
had been unusually subdued, so Diana had been getting good sleep lately.
She felt fresh and ready for whatever the day brought.
Diana listened to Tina's soft deep breathing of slumber. She let her
sleep, knowing that as soon as Tina woke up, Diana would get rigorously
fucked before being released. And since it would be the first fuck of the
day, it would hurt. Diana's virginal pussy would bleed a little. It would
hurt, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted it. She craved it.
Today was their anniversary. Diana did the math: 84 years and the sex
was just as good as it had ever been. She had a busy day ahead at work.
Soon she would have to rouse Tina. But for a few minutes she enjoyed the
quiet and reminisced about how this all started.
Diana was born of an Amazon Queen and the god Nimor. Her father came to
earth over two thousand years ago to sire a protector of the innocent and a
force for good. He left Diana a magical golden rope, her golden bracelets,
and a ruby crested crown to wear. Diana grew up in the Amazon tribe. She
could have become queen, but at age 23 she left to live among men.
Ageless, all but immortal, she still looked 23 years old after all these
centuries had passed. Her raven colored hair and large gravity-defying
tits topped off a curvaceous feast of female beauty. Diana was quite tall,
even for an Amazon. Her subtly muscular build only added to her allure.
Diana changed her last name periodically, but when she fought the bad guys,
she was known as Wonder Woman.
Five hundred years after Wonder Woman's birth another god journeyed to
earth. Toruth's plan was to fuck the current Amazon queen and make her
pregnant. He figured the bastard spawn could fend for himself. The strong
queen resisted and controlled her body to not become pregnant. Toruth
imprisoned the queen, visiting her many times a day, savagely beating and
raping the uppity bitch. Day became night, weeks became months, rape
became reality, and time became meaningless until the abuse finally
destroyed her. She surrendered her womb and to his seed. Toruth returned
the broken slut to her tribe on the eve of the child's birth.
Had the child been male, the Tribe would have killed him outright. But
a girl was born, and the Amazons raised her as one of their own, hoping to
redeem the child. When she reached her first estrus, the Tribe learned
they had failed in that task. By then, it was too late; she had installed
herself as the youngest Queen to ever rule the Tribe. Tina did not inherit
her father's drive for political power or evil, as would have been his
desire. She was born with a boundless appetite for sex in all of its forms
and varieties and a supernatural talent for getting any human in her
presence to do whatever she wanted. She was an insatiable nymphomaniac who
could devour any man or woman she wanted. No one could resist her
seductions and after one sexual encounter with her you were forever driven
to feed her lust. For several hundred years she dominated the women of the
Tribe, bending mothers, daughters, and generations of granddaughters into
her perverted toys.
Dictating the mores of her Tribe, Tina orchestrated the elimination of
sexual taboos such as incest, polyamory, and pedophilia. Girls were
trained to be sexual animals starting at birth. Mothers gave oral sex to
their babies with every diaper change, becoming as important as breast
feeding to the bonding process. Children freely kissed and felt up any
available woman, regardless of age or relationship. Women encouraged this
activity with kind words and positive critique, giving copious cunnilingus
to one and all as reward. Childhood games were always sex themed.
Business agreements were sealed with, and interpersonal disagreements were
settled with mutual orgasms from 69 sex. Women could tell their friends
apart by vaginal stink alone. Girls grew up, matured, and died of old age
with no knowledge of life without frequent sexual activity, day in and day
out. Individual living quarters were dismantled in favor of one large,
open lodge. The cry of someone having an orgasm was just part of the
village background noise. Everyone had indiscriminate sex with everyone
else, including the male procreation slaves. The studs were brought from
their cages and chained up in the open. They were used up fast, expired
young, and the stable had to be continually refreshed. Every member of the
Tribe served the pleasure and entertainment of their Queen. Everyone
served her personally on a regular basis.
Eventually Tina became bored and left to find adventure and pleasure in
the wider world. Men and women alike became her playthings to be used up
and discarded as meaningless trifles. Using her stunning beauty as a
weapon, she left a swath of conquests in her wake, people so consumed by
their experiences with her that they craved to relive that singular
pleasure. Every person she used wound up dedicating their life to sexual
immersion. Virile men became ravenous bisexuals. Young mothers abandoned
their families. Prostitutes stopped charging for their services. Kings
squandered their fortunes while their countries fell into ruin. Priests of
all faiths defiled their temples and told their gods to go fuck themselves.
Nimor and Toruth remained bitter enemies across the ages. When the two
eventually warred, Diana's father was defeated, banished forever into a two
dimensional trap where the x axis was infinite pain and y was eternal
sorrow. Toruth came to earth to vent his revenge on Nimor's child. And to
pay a visit to his long lost daughter.
Damn, Diana wished she could masturbate. She'd been awake for several
minutes now and the urge for an orgasm was maddening. It would probably
displease Tina to wake her so soon.
The year is 1927 in Midwestern America. Rising stock values gave
everyone in the country a party attitude. Yet Prohibition made alcohol
hard to get. This gave Rosko and his gang of thugs the perfect business
model. Bank robberies provided the original capital. Canadian whiskey
fetched a high return, financing the guns to keep it all safe.
Prostitution rounded out the business, making everyone but the whores
happy.
Wonder Woman snuck up to the abandoned warehouse. A quick peek in a
window confirmed what she suspected. The authorities would be called in
later, after she had subdued the perps. Clapping her golden wrist guards
together induced a shock wave the blew down the rickety doors. She strode
in confidently, easily deflecting the gunfire with rapid arm motions, the
bullets bouncing off her wrist guards. Once their guns were empty, she
disabled the thugs with well placed kicks and punches. Taking her golden
rope from her belt, she lassoed Rosko, intending to interrogate him about
the rest of his criminal empire. She expected to see fear in his face, but
instead, he had a smug smile?
A halo of blue light appeared around her. She dropped the lasso as she
was lifted and pulled backward in a spread eagle position, pinned against a
wall. That was when she saw them, a powerful looking man in a black robe
and the most beautiful woman Diana had ever seen. Her blond mane flowed
past her waist and her luscious body threatened to escape from the tiny
blue dress she wore. If anything, the woman looked taller and more robust
than Wonder Woman herself. The man held up his hand, in apparent control
of the blue light binding her. He looked at her with malice for a moment.
Content she was immobilized, he dropped his hand, but the blue light
remained. He turned to Rosko and his men, picking themselves up and
shaking off their defeat at Wonder Woman's hands.
"You have done well, Rosko, exactly as I asked. Here is your reward."
Toruth took a small leather pouch from his belt. He poured a handful of
silver medallions onto a table, handing one out to each man. "With this
token you can have any woman you desire. You merely have the woman hold
the token in her hand as you say the words, 'You are mine.' She will become
your obedient and dedicated slave from that point on. Even if you use a
trick, handing the token to some unsuspecting woman, she will become your
property, regardless if she is rich, famous, or married. She will gladly
give you all that is hers, and grant you every liberty over her, including
any manner of sex you desire. You get only one slave at a time, so if you
enslave another, the previous one will automatically be set free. For you,
Rosko, I am pleased. I give you three of the tokens. Now begone, all of
you!"
The men scurried away, leaving Diana and her captors alone.
He strolled up to Diana, an evil grin on his face. "Ah, Diana, ...
Morehead, isn't it? The one who calls herself Wonder Woman, the crime
fighter? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Toruth, he who destroyed your
father. And this is my daughter Tina. You two will become very intimate
in the future."
Diana tried to struggle against her bonds, but she was completely
paralyzed, unable to even grimace. Toruth reached up and slipped Diana's
bracelets off. He removed her golden crown, handing them to Tina, who
giggled. He grabbed her leotard tights at the neck, and with one tug,
ripped them from Diana, throwing them aside. Diana's spectacular body was
displayed in all her glorious beauty. Diana felt a relaxation of the grip
over her, so that she could move, if only enough to wiggle.
"Well, pantyless, are we? Aren't you the nasty slut! All the better."
Toruth drew his robe to the side revealing an inhumanly large erection.
With a wave of his hand, Diana felt her legs bend at both the knee and hips
until she was hovering in the air in an obscene spread position with her
cunt exposed and vulnerable. With an inward tugging motion of his hands,
Diana lowered down onto Toruth's cock, stretching her precious sex on him.
She cried out at the sharp pain of invasion by his huge tool.
Diana was blessed with an amazing healing power, as was Tina. It was
what kept their youthful good looks across the centuries. This ability
carried into their vaginas, so that by the next day after sex, their
sheaths had shrunk and their hymens regrown. Unless they fucked all night,
they woke up a virgin every single day. Diana found few men to be worthy
of her sexual attentions, and even fewer able to pleasure her. For her,
sex was a rarity, making her pussy extraordinarily tight. Toruth had to
wiggled his pelvis and hump violently just to get it to fit. Finally she
felt his uncircumcised manhood press against her cervix just has her weight
settled onto his hips. Inexplicably, she exploded in orgasm at that very
moment, her first orgasm in countless decades.
Toruth smiled triumphantly. It felt powerful to rape the daughter of
his enemy, to see her eyes roll back with orgasm with him inside her, to
feel her squirm with pleasure at his ministrations. He waited until she
calmed down, then took up a regular thrusting into her. Every time she
came, he stopped thrusting until she calmed down enough to focus her eyes
on his, then he resumed. After about a dozen cycles of this, he thrust
harder, more urgently until his shot his load into her, grunting with
satisfaction. He would have loved to have impregnated the daughter of his
enemy, but it would not happen. The spawn of gods and humans were perfect
in nearly every way, except one. They were always reproductively sterile.
Toruth stepped back and surveyed his work. His erection remained hard
and proud for the rest of the time he spent with Diana. After a few more
moments savoring the pleasure of Wonder Woman's rape he stood and held his
hand over Diana's magic rope. It leaped up into his grip. He approached
Diana again. Taking one end, he wrapped it around one wrist and pinched it
where the end looped. The small piece separated from the main length and
the ends of the loop joined together seamlessly around her wrist, making a
simple golden bracelet. He repeated that on her other wrist, and then her
ankles. She now wore loops of golden cord on all four limbs.
For over two thousand years her magical rope had been indestructible,
never fraying or stretching. Yet Toruth had severed it with a pinch of his
fingers. He pinched off another short piece several inches in length,
winding it around a finger to hold it. Then with a wave of his hands and a
wagging of his fingers, the remainder of the rope began to weave around
Diana's neck. The rope wove into itself again and again making a complex
braided choker around her throat. The choker extended up her neck and
draped down in an intricate curving vee extending to the tops of her
breasts. Toruth lifted the giant ruby from Diana's crown and fixed it at
the bottom of the vee. She now wore the brilliant gem hanging down in her
cleavage, drawing your gaze right at her marvelous tits.
As the two ends merged Diana felt as if something was touching her. But
not on the outside, on the inside, in her mind. This is what her captives
felt like when she lassoed them. All these years and she had never once
had the rope used on her. There was no pain, no fear, just peaceful
feeling of compliance and trust, mixed with obedience and dependence. No,
not dependence. More like, ... subordination. Yes, that was it. She
felt subordinate to the will of whoever was holding the short remaining
fragment of her golden rope. Her own will, her entire persona remained
fully developed inside her. It was simply overwhelmed with a new persona
that totally controlled the original. Diana was filled with a feeling of
belonging to Toruth. She felt like property, and it felt ... good. So
this was why her captives always remained docile and friendly after the
lasso was removed.
Toruth held up the remaining fragment, "Now, what to do with this little
piece? Tina, come here. Take off your clothes." Tina shed her
scandalously small dress. "I'm giving you to my Tina as a gift. My only
problem is deciding where to place this piece." He gave the piece of rope
to Tina and instantly Diana felt her obedience shift focus. She now felt
subordinate to Tina.
Tina held the fragment up to her forehead. "tell me Di, should I wear
it here?" Diana felt her obedience change in character, as though her mind
was being met and controlled by another mind, equal to her own.
Tina held the piece to her heart, and Diana felt a flood of love for the
fellow Amazon.
Tina playfully draped the piece of rope over her upper lip. "How about
here?" Diana heard her words and they flowed through her entire psyche like
the strings of a great orchestra.
Then Tina held the small fragment between her legs and pressed it
against her pussy. "What about here?" she asked.
Diana experienced a surge of sexual energy that flowed out from her
pussy and saturated her entire being. A raw animal urge to fuck consumed
her. But it was more than just being horny. She still felt subordinate to
Tina, who held the golden fragment. It was as if her sense of self worth
was defined by Tina, and right now that definition revolved around sex.
Diana knew her very reason for living was to be an extension of Tina's
aberrant sexuality.
"Yes, Father. I want it here."
Toruth smiled, "Perfect. Just the kind of perversion I would like to
see visited upon Nimor's only child." He had Tina sit up on the workbench
and lift her legs. She draped the short length of cord down the center of
her cunt. It was just long enough to reach from her well-developed
clitoris all the way down past her asshole. Toruth stepped close and
cupped his hand over Tina's crotch. He pulled his shoulders back, arched
his back, looking up, focusing his god-powers for a moment and then
relaxed. As he stepped back, the small piece of cord was gone. Tina's
puffy cunt, her asshole, and her clitoris all glowed with a fading golden
energy. The controlling fragment had been permanently merged into Tina's
sex. The implication was obvious. As long as the golden rope remained
around Diana's neck, she would be owned and controlled by Tina's pussy.
Seamlessly woven as it was of indestructible material, she would not be
able to remove her new necklace. Ever. Diana would be Tina's sex toy for
a long, long time to come.
Toruth gave his daughter a fatherly hug. "Enjoy your new possession, my
beautiful earth-daughter. I will return from time to time to partake in
the debasing of your private slut." Toruth stepped up to Diana. He pointed
his cock at her, stroked it several times, and came again, coating her
face, tits, abdomen, and crotch with thick strands of gooey come. He let
out a deep belly laugh and vanished into a swirl of smoke.
The blue light around Diana faded and she settled softly to the ground
lying on her back. Her legs were still raised and bent in a sexual
submission pose. Diana's right hand slipped between her thighs and started
stroking, her fingers and pussy slick with Toruth's seamen. Tina stood
tall, looking down at what had been delivered to her feet: the great and
powerful Wonder Woman, naked, horny, writhing, masturbating, whimpering
with need, begging ... to be used.
Tina grinned and nodded her approval.
That was how it went that day that changed her life. Diana was still
horny 84 years later, but couldn't do anything about it right now. Wonder
Woman really had to go to work today, there were several pressing issues
that required her attention. She was the boss, and could play hooky any
day she wanted, or if she had to she could miss work because of some new
requirement from Tina. But she wasn't going anywhere until Tina woke up.
The first five years were lost to Diana. She lived in a non-stop haze
of sex. The supernatural connection between the golden necklace and Tina's
hyperactive cunt kept Diana horny every waking moment. Diana's mind, body,
and soul were reduced to an expressive outlet of Tina's supernatural
libido. Diana rarely thought of anything else except fucking. When she did
sleep her dreams were all exotic sex themed, weirder that her reality.
The merged fragment in Tina's sex not only controlled Diana's mind
through the necklace, it controlled her body through the four bracelets.
Whatever Tina's sex drive wanted, Diana's body did. It would perform the
perfect dance without either woman's active participation. This was quite
thrilling for Tina. She did not need to explicitly visualize what she
wanted from Diana. Whatever carnal debauchery her lust conjured up, Diana
acted out. The bracelets ensured that her body performed to her superhuman
best, and the necklace-pussy connection ensured that even the most bizarre
sexual activity was equated with a white-hot sexual pleasure that
penetrated to Diana's very core.
For Tina, Diana became the perfect fuck partner, always acting and
reacting in exactly the way Tina's hyper sexuality demanded, always
becoming the flesh and blood embodiment of her wildest fantasies. Sex
between Tina and Diana always produced endless orgasmic communion.
Life was simple for Diana, never needing to choose. All decisions were
made for her. She didn't have to second guess if she was doing the right
thing to Tina. She was never too aggressive, too gentle, too quick, or too
horny. Like Baby Bear's porridge, she was always juuuust right.
Tina discovered right away that she could have Diana to assume some pose
and will her to stay like that. She would remain in that pose like a
statue until Tina released her, another trick of the four bracelets. Tina
liked to pose her in some obscene sexually exposed posture, then piston a
variety of phallic objects in her. Or she would use the once powerful
Wonder Woman as a human decoration, placing her at various locations around
their living quarters and leaving her like that for hours, or even days.
At night Tina regularly posed Diana before going to sleep. Diana would
have to sleep in whatever position it was, waiting for Tina to release her
in the morning. Thanks to her superhuman strength and flexibility, she
could usually be fairly comfortable no matter how contorted Tina left her.
That was assuming Tina didn't have some bizarre sex dream.
Since the fuck-puppet link did not require conscious effort on Tina's
part, her dreams were often projected directly onto Diana. When this
happened, Diana's body acted out a mirror-like reflection of Tina's dream,
performing a duplicate of whatever Tina's dream avatar did. When the dream
subsided, Diana was left fixed in some new position. Since it happened
while she was asleep, Tina wondered for the longest time how Diana wound up
in some of those weird postures in the morning.
If only Diana could touch herself. If her hands were free, they would
be working a rhythm between her legs right now. Or better yet, she wished
Tina would fuck her. Desperate horniness was a constant state for her,
part of her here-and-now reality. Diana loved her life, she wouldn't trade
it for the world.
Time lost all depth for Diana. Her entire existence was defined in
terms of sex with Tina. No useful intellectual activity took place.
Buried in there somewhere was Wonder Woman; intact, robust, totally
dormant. Days and nights were all the same, months were unnamed, years
uncounted, seasons came and went without notice. The only useful thoughts
that made it to the surface were how to fuck better, how to please Tina,
thankfulness for what she received, eager anticipation for what carnal
consumption might come next. Then Tina decided to expand on Diana's
experiences
For centuries Tina had used her seductive wiles to snare countless men
and women. She now used her fuck-puppet like control over Diana to extend
her conquests. Tina delivered a parade of new partners to Diana, who
fucked whoever or whatever it was: celebrities, politicians, prostitutes,
railroad work gangs, captains of industry, farm animals, circus freaks,
school teachers, football teams, the entire staff and inmates at the
Westwood asylum for the criminally insane. Tina left her at the mercy of
Westwood for almost three months. Neither drugs nor medical grade
restraints were required to ensure her total cooperation, though some of
the staff preferred her that way. Every partner Diana fucked was
entertained with sweaty gusto. No matter how much abuse she endured, her
supernatural healing ability kept her firm, tight, scar-free, and horny for
more.
When Diana was engaged with someone besides Tina, Wonder Woman was able
to come up for air. Not enough to have any measure of control over Diana,
Wonder Woman was only able to become self aware, to take stock of the
situation. The nature of the magic necklace kept her fully subdued. Once
during a conversation with Tina the truth serum effect of the necklace
caused Wonder Woman to advertise her consciousness. Tina quizzed her long
and hard about her strengths and intentions. Wonder Woman assured Tina of
her complete submission to the necklace, her compulsion to be truthful
about everything, and her honest admission that even the Wonder Woman side
of Diana found the constant sexual arousal to be irresistible and
consuming. Tina was satisfied at that, but just in case she gave Diana /
Wonder Woman a permanent instruction to keep her fully informed of her
intentions and any changes in her ability to control any facet of her
person. She only had to say it once and the order became a permanent
addition to Wonder Woman's reality.
Diana was in full on sexual excitation mode now. She was breathing fast
and deep. Her nipples were hard as steel. Her Wonder Woman clitoris, the
size of the tip of your thumb, was standing at attention. Her pussy lips
were puffy, fat, and rolled out to expose the tender inner folds. The pink
blush of horniness spread out her thighs and up her lower belly. She
humped at the air, trying, ... closer, ..., there were times when she
could manage an orgasm without any benefit of touch.
Comfortable that Wonder Woman was fully tamed, Tina decided to put her
to work. She had a superior analytic mind that should be able to make some
money. It was late 1930's. There was war in Europe and the US was
destined to join in the fray. War was expensive business. Why not profit?
Diana took the last name of Prince and formed WW Industries, a defense
contractor. For the purposes of running the company, Tina gave Wonder
Woman near-full control of her faculties. Diana starts by purchasing a
small vehicle manufacturer that had gone into backruptsy. Tina used her
seductive skills on a banker to get a very favorable loan term. Then Tina
convinced a few key military personnel to award lucrative contracts to WW
Industries. The bank loan was paid off handily and Diana Prince was the
sole owner of the company. She never borrowed money ever again and never
sold stock. WWI remained an immensely profitable enterprise from then on.
They branched out into troop transports, munitions, aircraft engines, and
battlefield armaments, buying up 1930's Depression ravaged companies at
ridiculously cheap prices. By the end of World War Two, WW Industries was
becoming one of the largest companies in America. Diana Prince was easily
the richest woman in America.
Often WWI had to compete for contracts. As the business grew, the
stakes got higher. Tina was always willing to seduce whoever it took to
make sure their bid would win. She even took down a few competitors with
her wicked ways, miring some company president down in lurid scandal.
At one point it became necessary to capture the attentions of high
government officials. One US Senator in particular needed to be snared.
Diana found him to be as good looking as he was powerful. She accompanied
Tina on that weekend in the Poconos, the two of them showing the Senator
the heights of pleasure and depths of carnal depravity. After repeating
that performance with a few more Senators and a collection of Congressmen,
they had the Legislative branch at their beck and call. They now worked on
the Judiciary, wrapping their legs around more than a few Federal Judges.
Administration officials proved easy picking. As yet, Tina and Wonder
Woman have not seduced an American President, although that handsome rogue
JFK was awfully tempting.
Now, comfortably ensconced in their country estate, hidden by layers of
security, protected by powerful friends and lovers, feared by enemies and
allies, and tended by obedient servants whose free wills had been sexually
twisted into total loyalty, Tina and Diana lived a life of opulence.
Wonder Woman gave up. She was not going to get herself off like this.
She needed Tina's help. "Tina." she cooed softly. "Tina love, I have to
go to work. It's time to get up."
Tina cracked her eyes open and smiled. The musky stink of Di's horny
pussy greeted her nose. Time to give her sexy partner what she needed.
She stretched luxuriously, then rolled up onto her knees between Diana's
legs. Tina regularly slept wearing a strapon, partly so she could service
Diana's needy cunt as necessary, and partly because it made her feel
powerful. Tina drove it home in one thrust and smothered Diana's mouth
with hers. Diana winced at the pain as it tore her regrown hymen, but
humped back within the limits of her pose. Tina released her with an
unconscious wish, and the two fuck-wrestled for a good half an hour.
Finally Tina withdrew and lay on her back. It was getting late and Diana
hustled out of bed. Tina said "Di, send in Jeffery, OK hon?"
Diana padded naked and barefoot down to the male concubines quarters,
stuck her head in the door, and called out, "Jeffery, you're Queen awaits
you." Jeffery was on his hands and knees getting reamed out by Micheal.
They were surrounded by the other men, still sleeping wrapped in each
other's embrace. The two disengaged and Jeffery scurried off. He was
already fully erect, happy to be the first concubine of the day. Diana
motioned for Michael to follow along.
The upper floor of the mansion had four main areas. The south wing was
Tina and Diana's private suite where they normally slept together. No
concubines at night, that was their couple time. On the left and right
were segregated quarters for men and women. The concubine's chambers had
no doors, for concubines had no need of privacy. During the day all
concubines were expected to have free association sex with all the others,
but at night the men slept with the other men as did the women. Instead of
a bed, each chamber had a large raised padded platform where naked
concubines slept huddled together for companionship and group
gratification. The platforms were covered with easy to clean vinyl because
fucking can get messy. The north wing was a large open dressing room. It
had a tiled shower area with several exposed toilets, three articulating
ob-gyn exam tables, mirrors on two walls, closets for clothing, and
counters for cosmetics, grooming tools and sex toys. Everywhere one looked
in the mansion, rare and expensive erotic art was tastefully displayed.
Well actually, a lot of the art was crude pornography, a fitting backdrop
to the normal sight of concubines scattered about copulating and
masturbating.
Diana entered the dressing room with Michael close behind. Marsha, her
personal assistant, had everything ready for her. Diana's clothes for the
day were laid out. Marsha herself was naked under a shower, waiting to
bathe Diana. She had already shampooed her own short brown hair and was
freshly shaven from the neck down. Three more girls stood ready to do her
hair and makeup. Diana told the attendants to free Bonnie, a busty blond
with a sweet face, from one of the exam tables where she had been since the
previous morning and to strap Micheal down in her place. He became today's
dressing room slave. Bonnie helped the others fasten Michael's wrists,
ankles and waist belt to the table and stayed on to help prepare Diana.
The girls were free to do whatever they wanted to the dressing room slave,
which was the general rule at the mansion: any concubine found in bondage
was fair game, no holes barred. Most pieces of furniture in the mansion
had inescapable leather cuffs available for restraining one or more
concubines.
Marsha had a soapy cloth in hand. This was possibly her favorite part
of her job, bathing with the gorgeous Diana. As her personal assistant,
she got Diana ready in the morning and accompanied her to work. She kept
Diana's appointment book and took notes of meetings and conversations. She
made sure Diana was impeccably groomed and beautiful at all times. She
shielded Diana from distractions and promoted productivity. If the magic
necklace made Wonder Woman too horny to concentrate on some task, it was
Marsha's job to tame that flame, bring it down a notch. Her job was to
make sure Diana's life worked like a clock. Marsha was the best personal
assistant Diana had ever had. Marsha gently swabbed every nook and cranny
on Diana's lush body and kneaded shampoo into her thick black mane. The
cream rinse made their bodies slick and they spent extra time writhing
against each other, licking each other's wet necks and faces, shoving their
tongues in each others mouth, staying under the shower head until their
skin squeaked.
Marsha toweled Diana off and she lay back on one of the exam tables
while Marsha and the other girls made her up. They dried and brushed her
hair, polished her nails, and lay down just the right amount of makeup.
They took turns licking Diana's radiant pussy. They dressed Diana in a
skin tight knit dress that revealed the tops of her chocolate colored
areolas and scooped all the way down the back to the crack of her ass, low
enough to advertise her lack of underwear. The hem reached only partway
down to the knee, and open-toe fuck-me pumps decorated her feet. No
stockings were necessary because her bare flawless legs made everyone
around her think about that little slice of heaven tucked up between them.
Since Diana owned the company, she didn't need to impress anybody with
business clothes.
Wonder Woman regarded herself. Every mirror in the room reflected an
image of a voracious sex animal on the hunt. Who needed super powers when
she looked this good? She noticed the grooming attendants had coated
Micheal from head to toe in shave gel. One of them was unlocking the
wheels on the exam table to roll it over to the showers. Two were doing
something unpleasant to his testicles with a bizarre stainless steel
contraption. Bonnie was wielding a flesh colored silicone cock and balls.
Other than being impossibly large, it looked and felt like a real erection.
She was smacking him on the face with it, ginning for some serious payback.
Marsha contributed by gagging the unfortunate Michael so he wouldn't wake
the rest of the house.
Breakfast was fast and Diana and Marsha jumped into the limousine for
the 45 minute ride to work with Johnathon as their driver today. Wonder
Woman tried to review some files, but it was hard to concentrate with
Marsha's quick tongue flicking up and down her pussy lips the whole time.
They pulled into the underground parking at WWI headquarters and parked in
Diana's private area. Johnathon climbed into the back with the two sexy
women without being told. Diana hiked her dress up and spread her legs.
Going commando speeded this up, Diana hadn't worn panties in decades.
Marsha pulled Johnathon's trousers down around his knees and positioned his
apple sized cock head at the opening of her employer's waiting folds.
Diana wrapped her legs around his hips, spurring him on as Johnathon
proceeded to plow her hairy furrow. Wonder Woman had work to do, but right
now she was just as horny as Diana. Those several orgasms that Marsha had
provided on the commute were just not enough. She needed some real cock to
clear her mind. He humped hard and her body lurched in response. It had
to be a quickie, so she squeezed hard with her pussy, making it
extraordinarily pleasurable for Johnathon. He came after only twenty
strokes or so, and Wonder Woman came also. Just what the doctor ordered.
As Diana and Marsha whisked up to her office suite in the private elevator,
Johnathon's load of come drooled down her legs. Diana savored the cool
slippery feeling. She pressed her knees together, working them back and
forth, smearing his spew between her thighs. Marsha could be counted on to
give them a thorough tongue cleaning in her office.
Jeffery was especially excited to be Tina's first concubine of the day.
Usually she was still wearing the strapon dildo for the first several, but
in his experience, she was especially rigorous with her first. Of course
Jeffery loved pussy, and there was plenty of that around the estate. But
there was something unmatched in how it felt to be held down and ravaged by
Tina. She was much bigger and stronger than he and could toss him around
like a rag doll. In his mind he reverted to a helpless child, dependent on
her mercy, addicted to her abuse, compliant with her every demand.
Jeffery pranced in like a puppy dog, eager to please his owner. Tina
threw him face down on top of a pile of pillows which raised his ass up
presented for her use. He instinctively resisted, but with one strong hand
on his lower back she pinned him in place, turning his feeble squirming
into playful writhing. She could tell his asshole was already lubricated
and stretched out from recent cock. The fat phallus was still coated with
Diana's juices, so it slid in easily. Jeffery came immediately, squirting
his morning seamen onto the pillows. Tina recognised his grunting for what
it was. She laughed at him, inferior little shit. He was done, she was
just getting started. She wrapped an arm around his neck, cradling his
head. Then she arched her sturdy back, stretching his torso taught against
her front side. Jeffery's eyes bulged as he felt the joints and tendons of
his spine begin creaking and popping from the stress. He would have
screamed, but the arm clamped around his throat meant only a low gurgle
escaped his lips. It would be weeks before he would stand upright or walk
without pain.
Diana's first task of the day was a review of the clean room. They had
been having problems with yield lately, and had asked for her specific
input. Diana strolled around in the requisite bunny suit, hair net,
booties, and face mask. The shift manager explained the problems they were
having. Wonder Woman listened intently, absorbing everything she was told.
She had designed half of the robotic machinery in the room. At one point
she held up a hand, forcing a pause in the conversation. She listened,...
something didn't sound right. She stepped to a machine, listened more
carefully, looking closely. This machine pulled polished 8 inch wafers
from a magazine and fed them into a photo lithography chamber.
She motioned for the manager to lean in close. She spoke into his ear
for a moment, pointed, then strode from the lab. The manager shut down the
machine, got a micrometer from his pocket, and made some measurements.
Sure enough, the feed armature was stopping three microns short of optimum.
The resulting shortfall would cause a misalignment of the mask, perfectly
explaining their current yield problem. The manager shook his head in
disbelief. She had diagnosed the problem with her ears. Diana Prince
might dress like a whore, but she had a mind like a steel trap. That's why
he liked working here: Prince ran a tight ship, she paid her workers very
well including top notch benefits, and she didn't mind at all if you stared
at her tits, as long as the job got done. It couldn't be helped. Her
outfits accentuated every curve and dimple. That ever present necklace
with its huge ruby pointed the way. Plus she was so tall, her tits were at
eye level for most folks.
Tina strode out to the pool for her morning swim. She was wearing a
micro bikini in bright blue. It consisted of two small triangles held over
her nipples with thin straps and a matching g string bottom. The bottom
was smaller than her thick golden bush, which was spilling out the sides
and over the top. Both Diana and Tina had tried shaving their cunts at
various times in the past. But as part of their supernatural healing,
their pubes grew back to uncomfortable stubble within an hour, and were
always fully regrown overnight. Tina and Diana left their pussies and
armpits in their natural hairy glory, but insisted all the concubines stay
meticulously shaven.
She slipped into the pool and started swimming laps. A few of the
concubines gathered pool side to watch. Her shapely athletic body was
mesmerizing. To look at her was to want her, to fantasize about the last
time she fucked you. After several laps she got lost in the activity and
the pool lengths flew by. Effortless turns, linked strokes; breathing hard
felt good. Soon all of the concubines who had gathered were either fucking
or licking whatever hole was available.
Diana visited Chet next. He was a geeky genius, who has been given his
own lab in the basement of WWI headquarters. He was allowed an unlimited
budget for any instruments, machines, or tools he wanted. Diana had
recruited Chet right out of high school, at age twelve. She paid for his
education at Harvard, then hired him. Chet was a awkward kid, tall and
skinny, like 6 foot 7 and barely over 160. He had red hair, freckles, and
an over sized Adam's apple. Chet worked alone. He was one of those
divergent geniuses who problem solved in unexpected ways and found
solutions no one else could. Word was he had something exciting to show
Diana today.
Chet held up a dish with white powder. "L-4 tryptane. You said you
wanted 95% purity. This is better than 99."
"You did it! Unbelievable."
"That's not all." he said, holding up another sample. "This is L-3
tryptane. Again better than 99% pure."
Diana looked at a table that had a collection of dishes, "And these?"
Chet was fidgeting with excitement, "L-2, L-5. I even synthesized L-7.
And these over here: G-1, G-2, Even G-7. All 99 plus."
"G-7 tryptane? Are you sure? Some claim it's impossible."
"Absolutely. It's stable, and the process scales up to industrial
processes."
"Chet, you may have revolutionized several industries: pharmaceuticals,
cosmetics, even agriculture. We'll make billions with this." Diana turned
to Marsha hovering nearby. "Be sure the corporate lawyers document all of
this and start on the patents today. It is close to lunch, deary. I will
have the usual today, in my office. I'll be up in 25 minutes."
Marsha turned on her heels and left. On her way out of the bowels of
the building, Marsha made two cell phone calls: one to the kitchen for
Diana's regular lunch order, the other to Johnathon for him to meet her in
Diana's office.
Diana opened a drawer where she knew Chet kept the lubricant. She
sashayed over to Chet, pulling her dress off her shoulders, exposing her
breasts. "My boy, you've made me lots of money before, but this is your
crowning stroke. Tens of billions, maybe even hundreds. That's net
profit, not gross. I told you what you would get if you made 95% purity.
You have earned every bit of this reward."
Chet had been looking forward to this. He reached out with both hands
and clumsily squeezed Diana's tits. She dropped her dress to the floor and
presented her naked lushness for his approval. She knelt down and
unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock, already at half mast. Diana
gathered an excessively big glob of lube, worked her palms together to
distribute it, then spread it up and down is cock and smeared it around his
balls in gentle circular squeezes. She sucked hard on the tip bringing him
to full erection, getting clear lubricant gel on her lips. She rubbed the
reminder of the lubricant on her tits, shivering as the cool gel made her
nipples hard. Diana gave Chet a big kiss, smearing the lube onto his lips.
She turned around and bent forward over a tall lab stool, spreading her
legs, wiggling her ass for him. Chet's pants gathered at his ankles,
causing him to hobble as he stepped up behind her. She guided his cock
into her asshole and let out a moan of pure pleasure. He pushed it all the
way in and started pumping her frantically.
Diana pulled her cheeks apart and arched her back, pushing her ass out
giving him full root access. Chet had an exceptionally long thin cock,
among the longest cocks she'd ever had up her ass. He could reach places
none of the concubines could get without the uncomfortable stretching their
fat cocks delivered. And he could stay hard for a long time. Every time
he dreamed up some new invention in his lab, she treated him to anal sex.
You normally think of it the other way around, but Diana probably liked
getting her ass reamed out by Chet more that him. She felt her heat rising
to overflowing.
Chet was in heaven. The richest, smartest, most powerful, beautiful
woman in the world was letting him fuck her in the ass. Not just letting
him, The Diana Prince was having multiple orgasms while he, Chet Barns,
mauled her tits and sodomised her. Those girls at Harvard wouldn't even
give him the time of day. Screw the bitches. Where were they now? Bunch
of skanky corporate whores and fat baby factories, the whole lot.
Chet's humping lacked any definable rhythm, but was still getting Diana
off. A thought formed in her sex addled brain, 'Maybe I should bring Chet
home to the estate. We have dozens of back sides he could practice on.
Turn him into an expert butt fucker in no time. He could practice on my
tight ass any time he wanted. Mmmm what a splendid idea. Chet's skinny
cock whenever I want. Deep up my ass seven, eight, ten times a day.
Ohhhh, gods.' That thought brought her to another shuddering orgasm. She
squealed and snorted like a sow in heat, adding to Chet's entertainment.
Wonder Woman had to co-surf that orgasm all the way to shore before she
calmed down enough to remind slut-Diana. She dreamed that same brilliant
little scheme up every time Chet sent his remarkable tool up there. Alas,
no. He needed to stay down here in his lab and make them richer.
After half an hour, despite the genuine pleasure she was receiving,
Diana told him come inside her and pull out. Chet staggered back against a
bench, exhausted. Diana knelt again before him, grabbed his cock with both
hands, jacking him off, keeping him hard, placing little love kisses on the
tip. "Well done, Chet. I believe it is time for your quarterly bonus.
What would you want this time?"
Barely able to talk, he said between gulps of air, "I've ... been
thinking ... a blond librarian ... would be fun."
"Deal."
Tina gathered all of the available concubines in the main living room,
those who weren't directly performing an assigned task or weren't strapped
down on some piece of furniture somewhere. She called Jason to her side,
and had him masturbate himself to hardness. Then she called Eric to her
other side, and had him masturbate also. Eric and Jason were the two most
well built of the male concubines, big over-muscular weightlifters.
Everybody knows a show is in the making. The concubines all form small
comfortable groups to watch.
Using a riding crop for visual effect, Tina directs the two studs in a
furious fuck scene. It starts with Jason laying back on a low padded bench
with his legs pulled up while Eric lavished long licks across his anus and
balls. Jason flipped over on the bench with his knees tucked under him and
his butt high. Eric continues the licks for a bit, then spits a big glob
on Jason's hole. Eric roughly jammed his cock into Jason's ass and fucked
him hard, but only for a few moments.
Tina snapped his flank with the riding crop and had him pull out and
stand there while Jason turned around and licked his own shit off Eric's
cock. She made them switch places and repeat the same activities on the
other, only she makes Eric turn around several times, switching ass to
mouth, back and forth. Finally Tina made them form a sixty nine and give
each other some simultaneous deep throat until they both came in each
other's mouth. The entire show was urged on with whoops and cheers from
the other concubines.
Marsha left Diana and Chet alone, knowing full well what was up. Diana
had used sex as an incentive for Chet since half way through university,
trading A's on report cards for trips to anal heaven. Diana would be
delivering him a reward fuck soon, his quarterly bonus: one week with some
beautiful woman and the freedom to do whatever he wanted to her. Two times
Chet had requested Marsha for his bonus and she complied. He did the
weirdest things, some of it fun, some of it painful, most of it just plain
weird. If he asked for her again, she would comply. One week, no
hesitation, no questions, no regrets, anything he wanted.
Diana finished her business with Chet. Aside from his incredible dick,
she found him odd, but sweet and harmless. She walked the long hallway to
the elevator smiling absently, humming a soft tune on the ride, thinking
about what she had just done and how in an hour or so she'd be shitting his
come out. She couldn't shake the image of his long cock sliding in and out
of her rectum. That thought was wound around her mind, wouldn't let go,
gripping tighter and tighter, taking her for a fantasy roller coaster ride.
Her right hand was now operated by an outside force. Wonder Woman knew she
was powerless. She didn't even bother to try. Alone in her private
elevator, the necklace was in command. The great Wonder Woman was reduced
to a delirious, sex crazed slut, masturbating over the image of getting
butt fucked by a geeky kid. Her hand reached up her skirt and found her
super-sized clitoris. She rolled it around between fingers and thumb like
a fat grape, squeezing and tugging. She had to keep the anal sex with Chet
limited. Too frequent and it wouldn't be a useful incentive anymore. If
it were up to necklace-Diana, she would have her ankles chained to Chet's,
left-to-left and right-to-right so she couldn't escape, keep him hyped up
on PCP, let him have free reign over both holes. But Wonder Woman would
never let that happen. Killjoy. The elevator ride ended before she could
complete that masturbation sequence.
In her office she found exactly what she wanted for lunch. A platter
with a light meal for three was on the coffee table. On her desk was
Marsha and Johnathon, both naked. Marsha sat at the edge of the desk with
her ankles perched on Johnathon's shoulders. Johnathon had a grip on
Marsha's hips and was stand-up fucking her with full length strokes. He
had been humping heroically for over twenty five minutes, and had shown
admirable self control holding out for Diana's arrival. He timed it
perfectly and tensed up with orgasm just as Diana came in the room. Diana
picked up a little triangle sandwich and nibbled on it as Johnathon slumped
into her executive chair. Diana whipped her dress off, walked over and sat
on his lap. His still hard cock slipped neatly into her fully juiced
pussy. Jonathon was exhausted from the rigorous fucking. Since he had just
come his cock was softening, shrinking. No matter, what Diana really
wanted was splayed out in front of her.
Marsha still sat on the edge of the desk, leaning back on her elbows,
her knees pulled up, toes curled in excitement. Marsha had just been
fucked hard, really pounded like a teen princess on prom night. Johnathon
was a strong lad with a big porn-star cock. He'd given her several
penetration orgasms. Marsha's vaginal mucous had been frothed into a thick
gooey halo around her hairless stretched out cunt. It was smeared out past
her pussy lips and oozed down across her asshole. A puddle of mixed sex
juices had formed on the polished granite desktop. Diana sniffed deep.
She loved the stink and taste of a well fucked pussy and craved the the way
creamed sex juices coated her lips and stuck to her tongue, gums, and
throat.
Diana started with a series of long licks up the center, each starting
at Marsha's asshole and ending with a loud sucking kiss on her clit,
keeping a steady rhythm bringing her to a raucous orgasm. While Marsha
calmed down, Diana licked the left side of Marsha's cunt clean, all the way
out to the crease at the thigh, sucking in whatever she could and
swallowing it. Diana attacked Marsha's center line again. She got off
quickly, and Diana cleaned up the right side while Marsha spun down. She
got Marsha off one more time, concentrating short quick licks on Marsha's
love button, this time keeping Marsha at the height of ecstasy for an
eternity. She then tongue scrubbed the young woman's ass crack, tailbone,
and the cheeks of her butt. She finished by sucking up the puddle of slime
on the desktop, swallowing every last drop. Johnathon had slipped out by
then, but kept his hands busy roaming about Diana's tits and torso.
The three ended up in a tangled pile of naked flesh on the couch,
necking, feeding each other the platter of food, laughing at dirty jokes,
bragging about recent sexual exploits, whispering what they wanted to do
next to each other with filthy obscene language, stroking and caressing
body parts (the other's and their own), hips humping in response, Marsha
and Diana having small luxurious orgasms. Everything Diana ate tasted like
pussy.
Diana's whole afternoon was consumed by a boring meeting with several
divisional chiefs. These men had assembled from around the world. This
was the main reason she had dragged herself in today. Slides of charts and
spreadsheets, bullet points, droning defenses of minor delays, video
presentations of new business opportunities, record profits. Wonder Woman
paid keen attention and issued curt directives. Marsha took careful notes.
Diana zoned out in a sordid sexual fantasy. She had finally moved on from
perseverating over Chet's cock up her ass and now found herself obsessing
over a new image: drinking from a river of come as it drained out of
Marsha's able pussy while it was getting gang banged by a pack of inner
city toughs. Diana visualized her face in close to the action as all
sizes, shapes, and colors of cock slammed her assistant's cunt, their balls
slapping Diana's cheek and nose, licking each guy clean when done
pleasuring himself at Marsha expense, then licking Marsha clean, sticking
her tongue as far up Marsha's sloppy cunt as it would reach and sucking in
whatever come was there, getting her ready for the next cock. Diana wanted
to rub herself, but knew Wonder Woman would get pissed off.
Tina took Sharon and Veronica shopping. The idea of trying on some new
clothes was a flimsy cover for Tina prowling for some fresh meat. They
landed at the local mall and started in the Victoria Secrets shop, taking
turns trying on lingerie and parading around the store shamelessly. Boring
stuff, really. Tina tired of that quickly.
So they tried the food court, had some ice cream, and watched the crowd
saunter by. That was where Tina saw what she wanted, a very healthy
looking twenty something woman. She was short, 5-2 at the most. She had
jet black hair, dark Hispanic skin, and an amazing pair of tits, so big
they probably sagged down without a bra. She carried just enough extra fat
to be soft and inviting without being overweight. She had high cheek bones
and dark sultry eyes that screamed 'fuck me!' Tina liked Mexican girls
'cause they had such stinky pussies. She had to have her, to add the girl
to her collection. Tina followed the girl until she entered a trendy,
upscale shoe store. Tina had Veronica and Sharon distract the salesman
with a girl-on-girl kissing groping session while she cornered the girl.
The girl looked up at Tina, her large frame towering over her. Some
small part of the girl felt fear, but that was overwhelmed by an
unaccustomed wash of desire. A strict Catholic, the thought of two girls
together had always disgusted her. Her knees melted as the beautiful
stranger wrapped her arms around her. She suddenly wanted to please this
woman, to never be free of the sexy embrace she was in. Tina sealed her
control over the new girl with an open mouthed kiss. It was done in less
than a minute. She held Tina's hand as they walked out to the parking
garage and into the waiting limo.
Johnathon drove the limo home. Diana and Marsha peeled off their
clothes and held each other close swapping saliva with sloppy french
kisses. Diana got out a long translucent red double dildo and the two
shared it, pressing toward each other until their pussy lips kissed
somewhere around the middle of it. Diana's cunt stayed so youthfully tight
that some two thirds of the object was forced up Marsha's overused pussy.
When the limo parked in front of the mansion, the two girls stayed like
that, scissor legged, gently humping at each other for the longest time.
Diana found Tina on one of the pleasure couches with an unfamiliar
Mexican girl's face between her legs. The girl's arms were laced behind
her into a single glove. She was carefully scrubbing Tina's cunt with her
tongue. Tina had a leg propped disrespectfully over the girls back and
seemed disinterested with what was going on down there.
Diana gave Tina a big wet kiss and said, "I see you've collected another
one. Where did this one come from?"
"I picked her up at the mall this afternoon. I think her name is Maria.
She has some nice fat tits, but doesn't seem to be catching on to the whole
cunt-licking thing just yet." Tina used the heel of her foot on the girl's
forehead to lift her wet face up away from Tina's crotch, locking her gaze
onto the girl's frightened eyes. "You will spend two weeks of
tongue-training in the girl-concubine's quarters. If you cannot pleasure
me after that, your punishment will be spending every night for two months
on your back shackled to the men's bed. Then I'll send you back to your
family. We will see if your little sister is any more trainable."
On hearing this, the girl picked up her pace, trying her best to please,
still not understanding that Tina wanted quality, not quantity. Apparently
looks weren't everything.
Tina looked up at Diana and sighed, "None of them fuck as good as you,
Di. Dinner will be ready soon. I think you should go visit the gardeners.
I have kept them celibate for a whole week and their balls are probably
about to explode." As Diana turned to go, "Di, Honey, bring me back some."
Diana didn't need to return an affirmative response. Exactly what she
was supposed to do had already been downloaded: fuck the gardeners and
bring back their come. She was going to enjoy this.
Gordon and Jamal were two huge black men. They had been in the sun all
day digging a trench. They were drenched in sweat and smelled like stable
animals. Years of yard work at the estate had made their bodies hard.
Days watching the other concubines play but forbidden to join had made
their cocks even harder. Tina had trained them into a coordinated pair who
could fuck a woman (or a man) like synchronized jackhammers. Diana waisted
no time, lying on the grass and taking Jamal missionary style. They rolled
onto their sides exposing Diana's butt and Gordon rammed his enormous
sausage up her ass. They jacked her with perfect timing, crushing her so
hard between them that she could barely breath. Gordon's pace suddenly
changed, becoming more urgent. He pulled out of Diana's ass and pointed
his cock at her face. She opened her mouth as Gordon blew his oversized
load of come. Her mouth quickly filled to the brim, the rest splattered
her face and tits. Moments later Jamal tensed up depositing his equally
huge load deep inside her Wonder cunt.
Diana pulled herself off Jamal's cock and stood. She cupped her left
hand over her cunt, sealing his come inside. She resisted the urge to
swallow, and ran to Tina with a sort of knock kneed gait. Holding herself
like that she looked somewhat like a little girl who needed to pee, but was
holding it in because the bathroom was occupied.
When Diana arrived, Tina shoved Maria away. and opened her arms to
Diana. Di knelt over Tina's midsection and pulled her hand from her pussy
and bear down with her vaginal muscles.. Jamal's load squirted out onto
Tina's upper stomach. Diana gyrated her hips and spread the spew all up
and down Tina's front side, then lay down on top of her. Tina opened her
mouth and Diana kissed her with Gordon's unswallowed come. Tina avoided
swallowing also, and soon that full load had joined Jamal's, spread about
the two Amazons.
They wallowed in the creamy goo, coating their breasts, bellies,
crotches, and faces with it. They then proceeded to lick each other clean.
This took longer than expected, and the kitchen staff had to delay serving
dinner until they were done grooming and had taken a quick shower.
At dinner Diana told Tina about Chet's recent discovery and how it was
going to net them billions of dollars. Diana also recounted the excellent
anal sex she had received. She then reminded Tina that it was time for
Chet's quarterly bonus.
"And what did your little basement pervert ask for this time?"
Diana grinned. Yes he was a pervert, and that was part of why she liked
him. "He asked for a blond librarian. But this process he invented is so
valuable, I think we aught to give him two blond librarians for three
weeks. Hell, he's earned it this time."
Tina asked, "Do you think he knows how much his stuff is worth.?"
"I'm pretty sure he knows it is valuable. But all he cares about is all
those expensive toys I buy him and his bonus packages. That and he gets to
butt fuck me occasionally."
Tina remarked, "This may take a little time, you know. First I need to
find two attractive blond librarians. I may as well do it right, so they
cannot be just average looking. They need to be really cute. Then I have
to turn them into bisexual sluts who have had all of their sexual
inhibitions wrung out of them. They need to be trained into a coordinated
tag team who remains dedicated to the sole entertainment of one person.
And that dedication needs to be assignable. This sounds fun, but what
shall we do with them when the three weeks are up?
"We could have them move in here, or we give them Senator Atkins. We
owe him a favor. I guess it depends on how cute they are. Except we have
too damn many concubines around here as it is. It's getting time to cull
the harem, Tina."
"OK, I'll be staying at the penthouse in the city for a few days. Who
should I take along to help in the training."
"I'd take the gardeners if I were you. They can well demonstrate how a
matched set can fuck. And they are fucking riot to have around."
After dinner Tina, Diana, and a group of concubines gathered in the main
living room for the usual evening orgy. There was a smallish love seat
there that bristled with cuffs for limb attachment. Before long Diana plus
seven concubines were all securely strapped down to the undersized piece of
furniture. They formed a fleshy spaghetti sculpture of intertwined naked
bodies with four pussies, four cocks, eight mouths, eight assholes and
eight testacles all conveniently exposed for unrestricted access. Tina
would have added more, but there wasn't any more room. The remaining
concubines roamed freely about the sculpture, prodding, poking, stroking,
licking, fucking, never using any hole long enough to induce useful
pleasure. The captives were all blindfolded so each new attack was a
surprise. The only attacker that could be positively identified by feel
was Johnathon, with his impressively large tool. Every hole at the mansion
was intimately familiar with that cock, including all of Tina's and
Diana's. The free concubines outnumbered the captives, so usually a captive
was on the receiving end of multiple attackers. If by chance a captive had
no one abusing them, he or she could feel those bodies trapped along side
moving rhythmically in response to some form of molestation. Tina occupied
a nearby couch, enjoying the show, and enjoying the capable black cocks of
Jamal and Gordon. Occasionally she would instruct that some concubine be
released and another put in his or her place.
Eventually Tina released Diana and inserted Johnathon in her place, his
plum sized balls draped across the bridge of some girl's nose. Tina
informed those who were still bound to the couch that they would be
spending the night there, if not a day or two. She ordered all blindfolds
removed so they could watch what was being done to their neighbors. She
sent the concubines to bed save Gordon and Jamal. She sent Gordon off for
a bucket and wash cloth to tend to the captives toilet requirements as
needed. The gardeners were instructed to continue serial raping the
captives for as long as they could stay hard. They were to concentrate
their combined attentions on one captive at a time. Any captive caught
sleeping was to be chosen next. Abundant slapping, spanking, and general
roughshod abuse were to be delivered to one and all. She fed them both a
Viagra to make sure they stayed hard all through the night. The sculpture
now sported six throbbing cocks and two blushing pussies.
Tina and Diana retired to their bedroom suite. Diana placed herself in
her preferred position for the night. She felt that subtle phase change as
her body locked into position. Tina stationed herself between Diana's legs
and started licking Di's pussy. Diana knew she might be forced to have
dozens of orgasms before she was allowed to sleep.
Diana said, "Happy anniversary Tina. Thanks for showing me a life of
pleasure."
"And thank you, Di for giving me a life of leisure. The pleasure us at
least half mine. Here's to hundred and eighty four more years."
It was Wonder Woman who replied from the depths of her being, "Gods,
Tina, I love you so much. I want this to continue for a thousand and
eighty four years. Whatever happens, I will be your unquenchable sex slave
for as long as I live."
Tina grinned and nodded her approval.