WONDER WOMAN
In Alien Bondage!
E.N.Cuire
I'd like to
make the following perfectly clear. Wonder Woman is (c) Copyright of DC Comics
and Time-Warner entertainment. This story is about my version of the Amazon and
is written as a fan and not for renumeration of any kind.
This story is
XXX rated so, if you're too young or, if you have an aversion to sex, M/F, F/F,
bondage, beatings and suchlike, you might journey elsewhere for your reading
pleasure. As usual, this story uses characters purely from my own imagination
and any similarity between people living or dead is purely co-incidental.
UNLESS they are figures that, by their own actions, have invited the scorn
heaped apon them in this story.
*****
It
was a dark and stormy night in the City and Diana Prince shuddered in
anticipation. This was the kind of night the vermin and denizens chose for
countless criminal acts against Mankind due their awareness that even the
Police would be comfy in this and that donut shop sipping on a cup of coffee
while trying to keep warm and dry. It was for nights such as this one that
Wonder Woman had elected to follow Batgirl's lead and construct clothing made
of Latex but improved on as Wondie used an ointment on the material that made
it a thousand times stronger than Baygirl's costume. An ointment derived from a
tree on Paradise Island.
Wondie
also liked the way the costume clung to every curve, nook and cranny of her
fabulous body. Oh, she'd been a little reticent about wearing it at first but,
having found out how disconcerting her latex clad body was to the Criminal
element she combated, she embraced it just as she'd embraced her newly discovered
sexuality. She'd even increased the height of the stiletto heels on her new
rubber crotch high boots and added long, shoulder high red gloves to match the
boots. Around her waist, the Golden Girdle still was placed but her gloves and
their treatment did away with the old bracelets. She added her new cowl which
protected her hair from the elements yet still allowed her to wear her tiara
and was out into the cold, cold night.
Wondie
strode wonderfully on the six inch heels of her boots. She pleasantly nodded to
two hookers looking bedraggeled under umbrellas and, hips swaying in a gait
caused by the extreme heels, strode on to where desitiny would take her.
"Gawd...
Would you look at the way that one moves..." Said Anita, one of the
Hookers to her friend. "We do a walk like that one and we're
arrested right away..."
"And the
way she flaunts that body o' hers..." Went Jan, the other. "Not
exactly modest, is she? Look at the way those boobs bounce..."
"Disgusting...
Good thing she's moving toward the Warehouse district... If she stuck around
here, we wouldn't see any trade..."
"Yeah...
Guys'd cum in their pants just getting a look at that..."
"Guys
nothing... I just came twice thinking of some quality time between those booted
legs..."
"Uh...
What say we head back to the crib and imagine each other as Wonder
Woman???"
Wonder
Woman had heard that several people had gone missing in the Warehouse district
and the latest was an IADC operative, one Carla Stork who Diana knew from her
section. Carla had been on the track of a gang of Chechens, Russian Maffia
types who dealt in high security secrets and information as well as the odd
biological warfare drug and technology. Carla was the reason the whole affair
had reached her desk and Diana had elected that Wonder woman should
investigate. Diana was aware that Carla could take care of herself and often
boasted of how she had allowed captors to torture her and rape her into
exhaustion. Thiers. Before she made her escape and arrested them. Her body was
almost as oppulent as Wonder Woman's and she was obviously well used to using
it to get what she wanted.
The
muffled scream from around the corner galvanized Wondie into fast motion. She
skidded around the corner in time to see something dissappear down a manhole
and quickly noted that the street was bare except for derelict cars, rainwater
and herself. Stealing herself, she made for the manhole cover and, using gloved
fingers, pried the lid upward before peeing down into the dank darkness.
Carefully, she swung booted legs into the hole and searched out the rungs she
knew would be there before descending a little so she could pull the cover back
lest some innocent Citizen fall in, She then climbed on down the ladder as her
eyes adjusted and sank into dank runoff almost to the tops of her thigh boots.
Pausing and standing very still, she listened to determine which way the, whatevers had gone and detected the
sounds of splashing which indicated movement in one direction of more than one
person or thing. She waded off in persuit, careful of her footing in full
knowledge of the poor condition of the storm drains in this part of the City.
Repairs were never deemed to be required because taxes in the area would not
cover them.
The
sounds appeared to be getting further from her so Wondie was forced to throw
caution to the winds and rush headlong, splashing along so she might not get
left behind. She little aniticipated what she saw when rounding the next bend
and almost fell headlong into a large chamber that exists in some Century old
storm drain systems. Some guy was being raped by some hideous green monsters
while others looked on and the guy was in dire distress. His pants were in
tatters, obviously ripped open and he was being forced to accomodate unearthly
sized members in both his rear and his mouth and was choking and flailing as
the two Alien, slime green bodies slammed into him time and time again.
"Oh,
Hera... He is being raped... "She went to herself. She
pulled herself erect and launched herself at one of the Aliens and took him,
his member spewing, into the dank underfott muck. She quickly rose and turned
toward the second who was obviously pewing in the poor Human's rectum. "Unhand
him, you Brute and I'll go easy on you..."
It
was hard to conceive what these Aliens thought of the abundant Female in the
blue latex catsuit who was standing there, red gloved fists on her blue hips.
It would be hard to decide because their eyes were expressionless to those
known as Humans.
"What
manner of being are you, who dares interrupt us while we are conducting our
tests?"
"*I* am
*Wonder Woman* and am a Champion of Justice on this World..."
"Ah... A
Champion... That means you are a fighter... A mercenary?"
"*I*
fight against evil if that's what you mean... How do you speak our
language?"
"We have
developed a Universal Translator that works through a voice box on our necks...
Are you so brave that you would replace this puny one for our experiments?
Are you such a
brave 'Champion' that you would enter combat with one of ours?"
Wonder
woman paused, sensing some kind of trap in his words. Her intelligent brain
went round and round with the seemingly innocent questions but, if she were to
save this Human's life, she would have to accede to their wishes. Even an
Amazon of her powers was surely not enough to defeat some thirty Aliens now
present in the chamber.
"Are
there others you have taken?" She asked, playing for time. "I have information that
there are some eight Humans missing including a friend of mine..."
"Eight
would be correct. They are cocooned in the next Chamber... I can take you to
see them if you wish. Only one wished to fight us and it is one like
you..."
"Like me?
How so?" Asked Wondie.
"It has
twin missiles on it's chest like you do... "
"*I* am a
Woman and, if she has twin nourishers like mine, she is a Woman as
well..."
"And this
puny specimin? This is woman as well?"
"That is
Man. we have two sexes on this planet. Men and Women... There are
differences..."
"Ah...
That is why we detected no penetrator on the Wo-man... How does it
reproduce?"
Wondie
was slightly perplexed. Here she was, standing in knee deep muck, explaining
sex on Earth to Alien beings. She'd only recently been fully indoctrinated in
sex herself.
"Ah-h-h-h...
The idea is to get the penetrator into the Woman's socket. Her vagina. Then the
man works hard to release his little tadpoles and send them to fertilize the
Woman's eggs in her womb... Nine months later, a baby comes along..."
"So much
easier to reproduce in Baby Labs..." Went the Alien Monster who seemed to be in
charge.
"Not half
as much fun though..." Spat back Wondie without thinking about the
consequences.
"The
Earth Man did not seem to find it fun to have our penetrators in his
socket..."
"That
socket on a man is not intended for reproduction. I have one as well and it
serves other functions."
"Enjoyable
functions?" Queeried the Monster.
Wonder
woman considered the question carefully. "Well..." She mused. "Yes.
enjoyable, yes..."
"You will
let us see your sockets now..." Went the Monster.
"I
will NOT..."
All
bets were now off. The Aliens attacked Wondie and she was being pounded all
over the place, time enough for Herbie the Hood, the one she'd been trying to
rescue, to take a cue and take it on the lam while the Aliens were engaged with
Wonder Woman.
Wondie
was able and fast. She was punching her gloved fists elbow deep in alien gooey
flesh and using her knees as battering rams. Wondie, however, was far
outnumbered and suddenly felt something snick around her neck which froze her
as she was getting her head punched from one side to another.
"Cease. Now!
Woman..."
Wondie
ceased and a fist crashed into her face, bloodying her nose. She staggered a
little but did not go down. She could not move a muscle no matter how hard she
tried. And, yes, she was trying. At least, she thought her brain was sending
commands to her body but her body was not receiving them.
"You are
now wering the collar of obedience... It will tell your body to obey my
commands... Now. Spread those legs and open up. Show us your sockets..."
"I will NOT-T-T-T!!!"
This
outburst as her gloved hands were taking care of overly kinky zippers that
released her from corset, down through the croth and to corset in back. Her
hands now went and parted her labia revealing the tender pink flesh inside. And
she was then turning,
NOT
of her own volition, and parting such padded rear cheeks to reveal the small
'socket' hidden between them.
"We wish
now to see your nourishers. Free them..."
Again
a self degrading act for the once prim Superheroine. She could not avoid her
hands going where they had been ordered to and where they were undoing zippers
again to allow her huge breasts to vomit from their latex confinement. They
jiggled up and down like two giant jello masses and the Aliens cocked their
heads expecting, perhaps, to hear sloshing sounds coming from them. Wondie's
nipples immediately stiffened in the cold air, her aurioli shrinking as the
nipples stiffened and lengthened. Wondie's hands flew to cover them from thirty
pairs of eyes.
"Hands to
your sides and turn around... Good. Now. Take your hands and heft those weights
for us... That's good... Now. Take your digits and pinch on those protruding
ends... VERY good... They seem to like that... They are growing more..."
Wondie
didn't like that but Wondie had no say in the matter. Her nipples, pinched with
a little strength, engorged as if seeking more abuse and Wondie, to her
dispair, found she was drooling from her pussy and the evidence was running
down her blue latex leggings and into the tops of those very long red boots.She
did not like it that one of the Aliens had approached the head guy and was now
whispering in what must have been an ear.
"You want
to WHAT? You want to use your penetrator on her socket? Dont you know
we're here on a scientific fact finding mission? Oh. Very well. You shall
recount your findings for all of us..."
That
seemed to cause the others to almost go into mutiny. They were now shouting at
their Commander until he raised his gloved hands.
"O'kay...
O'kay... You will all take turns... Highest in rank first, and so on... Vledor,
you're
first... And you, Wo-man, back up against that column and help Vledor into your
socket..."
"You
cant do this to me... This is a criminal Act on this planet... " She backed up against the
column and spread her legs before taking Vledor's penetrator and feeding it
into herself. A tear of despair and degredation swam down her sculptured cheek
and Vledor went into back and forth thrusts as his organ started to grow to Humungous proportion, tearing any token
resistance set up by Wondie's self defences.
"Very
warm. Very tight..." Reported Vledor dutifully as he plundered Pussy. "Tighter
than that other Wo-man..."
"This..."Announced the Commander. "Is
taking too long... Wo-man... Bend over from the waist when Vledor is done,
spread your legs so another can use that socket from behind and take another
penetrator between your lips..."
Wondie's
responses were not what she desired. She didn't want to respond but her
oppulent body was letting her down and beginning to perversly enjoy what an
Amazon would take to be defeat. "Oooohhh... This cant be happening...
Not to *Me-e-e-e-e-e*..." As she orgasmed in unison with her latest assailant. She was openly
sweating inside her latex coccoon as she attempted to use Amazon might to
prevent herself from bending over lewdly and opening her mouth then whimpered
as it was overfilled by a member that went tonsil deep while another slid wetly
into an orifice already slick with a green, slimy cum. Tears swam down her face
as she found she was powerless to prevent the assault on her regal Self.
Perchance she was crying because, instead of her old feelings of disgust, her
body felt pleasure at the invasion of her holes and she found herself moving in
a manner she would have considered most lascivious in days of yore. She found
herself tonguing the member in her mouth and working the member like a veteran
harlot. She found herself. She was
cumming suddenly and could do nothing to prevent the now ongoing sensation
of 'le petit mort', as the French refer to it. The 'little death'...
"Vlopod..." Voiced the commander. "You
will withdraw and dampen the Wo-man's
rear... Dont you dare cum in her... Vlerak, you are to withdraw and shoot over
the Woman's nourishers..."
Both
men seemed to join Wonder Woman in a sigh of discontent. As they felt
themselves reaching toward that pinnacle, both withdrew and fired salvo after
salvo of the green goo at their respective targets so it dribbled wetly and
slowly downward as if to prove Isaac Newton's theory. "Darn... I dodn't even get
off that time..." Went the fuckee to herself. "I'll just have to work
harder next time..."
"Vleylak...
Try the other socket and report..."
Not
words Wonder woman was happy to hear at all but she found herself unable to
coice her complaint as another member slid deep the moment she opened her
mouth. Humungous pain assailed her. Pain and degredation as her privatemost
channel was rudely opened by a huge member that felt, perhaps, like that
Japanese Bullet Train as it rammed deep, using the green goo already on her
asscheeks as lubricant. Wondie's blue eyes wwent as big as wedgewood saucers
and she came close to clamping down with her teeth from the sheer agony. Close.
But she managed to stay herself knowing such a move would mean sure disaster
for her. And then it was happening again. The pain was starting to give her an
eerie, to her, sense of pleasure. Perhaps from the degrading act or the
degrading act being foisted on one who had previously found such to be
demeaning and disgusting. She was even willing her asscheeks to widen so she
could accomodate more of what was obviously a member a lot larger than most on
this Planet.
She
remembered Blunder Broad's advice and thought her muscled into an
expelling motion which, did indeed
allow two more horrendous inches to plumb her depths.
"Fourteen
Earth Inches deep, Commander..." Reported Vleylak clinically and in obvious
pleasure. "Very, very tight. Tighter than the other Wo-man's throat..."
Wonder
Woman had no way of knowing she'd just accomodated more cock in her ass than
most Women could endure in their cunts. Right now she could care less. She was
firing along on all cyliners as if a beautifully tuned twelve cylinder Ferrari
engine. She was orgasming along like a machine gun as she was flooded anew, so
much from the cock in front of her that green goo shot from her nostrils before
she had a chance to swallow. Quickly, she snorted up the dribbling goo as her
lover withdrew and was replaced quickly by another.
Wondie
was loosing touch with reality. Her nipples had engorged and her clittie was
out surveiling the landscape and she'd lost touch with the number of orgasms
she'd endured (?).
(Forty
seven for her. Theirs were the same as their number) (Oops. Forty eight for
Wondie...)
The
Commander sought solace between her tiring but plump lips when all had
exhausted their cumings in or on her. "Whatta guy..." She went.
"Letting his men go before him... Men on this Planet might learn
something from these guys..."