By
Barnabus
SUBJECT:
Wonder Woman and Steve are captured and isolated in a strange place. It's almost as if they are the last two people in existence.
(Wonder Woman, Steve Trevor, M/F, consensual sex, .)
WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material, including graphic sexual situations. If you find such material offensive or are age of 18, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am borrowing them for my own fantasy pleasure. This story was created without the copyright owner’s permission, either implied or expressed.
No characters in this story are based on real people. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All characters are over the legal age of consent.
This is a work of fan-fiction. It is strictly a fantasy written for personal enjoyment and entertainment and for the enjoyment of those who appreciate superheroines in sexual situations. No commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It is not to be resold for profit. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided (1) they are free sites (2) the Author is given credit for his work, and (3) the work is not overly modified or edited. It may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes ‘adult verification sites’. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved , or an AVS which sells it’s mailing list or member’s information to outsiders. (Hey, let’s be fair! If I’m not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)
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This idea came to me as I was struggling with another story, so I took a couple of hours to write out the first draft and a month or so to finish it off (dividing time with other projects) . I'm sure the setting came from a short story by Heinlein or Asimov that I read years ago. I'll tell you the name of the story at the end. (It would spoil the story if I told you up front.)
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
Birth control is used in this story, i.e. the ‘rhythm’ method, and, of course in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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PROLOGUE:
Wonder Woman and Steve were flying South over the Caribbean Sea in the invisible plane from Washington to the Guianas in South America on a special IAD assignment. The flight was uneventful with nothing but a view of a calm ocean beneath them. When Steve had filed their flight plan, the controller had mentioned that that path would take them directly over Bermuda Triangle. Steve had heard rumors about the Bermuda Triangle, but had dismissed the comment and thus far their flight had been uneventful.
They conversed quietly passing the time as the flight continued when Diana noticed what looked like a water spout on the horizon which she pointed out to Steve. It was unusual, but nothing to cause concern. She adjusted their course to move around it , giving it a wide birth, but also keeping an eye on the strange phenomena. After a few moments, she pointed it out again to Steve. It seems the waterspout was moving closer to them. Once again she adjusted to move away from it, but it seemed to be tracking her plane and closing.
Suddenly, it engulfed her small plane, buffeting them around. Diana struggled valiantly to keep control of her plane, but soon lost control and the plane began spiraling down. Both passengers passed out.
CHAPTER 1: A new environment.
Steve regained his consciousness first, sitting up and looking around. They were on a smooth surface, but that was about the only thing he could say about where they were. There were no trees, no scenery, no horizon, no sky. There was white light surrounding them. In the distance, there were some dim shadows hovering over them and sometimes moving around.
Diana moved and Steve turned his attention to her, kneeling beside her, talking to her as she awoke. Soon they were both awake. Neither of them were injured but neither of them knew what had happened between the time the plane had gone into a spin and they had awakened here . . . wherever “here” was.
On their right, they found some strange anomalies to the blankness of the scenery. They examined them and concluded if they might be toileting fixtures.
To their left was what appeared to be a lower area with a clear liquid. Upon examination, they found the liquid was water, and there seemed to be some slow circulation of the water. It was cool, but not cold, and probably about the size of four or five bath tubs. It was slightly less than hip deep.
They also found several strange small soft oval shaped, soft objects, slightly smaller than hen's eggs. Some of them were clear, some of different colors. They were soft, spongy and when dropped, they bounced slightly. Somehow, by accident one was broken and they discovered that it contained water. Steve took a clear one in his mouth and bit it breaking its surface. It contained drinking water. He took another dark oval and bit on it tentatively. It had a strange taste, but was rather pleasant. It seemed to provide almost instant energy. They realized the oval shaped objects were food and water packages. Steve ate another and Diana tried two water packages.
Both of them decided to explore their environment. There were no landmarks other than the pool, so Steve took off his stiffly starched fatigue shirt and stood it by the pool as a landmark, so they could find their way back. It would be visible for some distance in this place without features. Together they started walking. They walked a short distance and suddenly the ground beneath them started sloping up. After only a few steps, it was impossible to continue since the walls became steeper and there was no place to get a foot hold or hand hold.
They walked other direction and soon encountered the same thing. They discovered that their entire environment contained an area about 30 feet wide, roughly circular in shape with the 'ground' beyond the 30 foot limit sloping upward.
It was growing dark and both were fatigued from the nervous energy they had spent with the 'crash' of the airplane and the exploring of their new environment, constantly meeting frustrations. They took turns washing up in what they considered their 'bath' area.
Although there was no privacy whatsoever, of necessity they used the 'bathroom' facilities they had. They were surprised when there was an actual flushing when they finished..
Steve lay down near the center of their living area on his back with his hands behind his head looking upwards into the void. After a few moments, Wonder Woman lay down a few feet from him. She tossed and turned several times, before whispering to Steve.
“This entire situation gives me the creeps, Steve. Would you object if I lay closer to you?”
Steve shook his head in the dim light. “Of course not,” and he reached out an arm toward her. She moved closer to him, curling herself on her side inside of his arm, resting her face against his chest. Protectively, Steve wrapped his arm around her, clasping her.
“That's nice,” she whispered.
He, he kissed the top of her head. She didn't respond. He lay back, still holding her, and after a while dozed off. Diana didn't move, except for the rapid beating of her heart. She was actually lying in a man's arms and they would probably 'sleep together'. All right, nothing would really happen. They would really sleep. But feeling his warmth and the firmness and security of his arm around her made her feel safe. It, also, was somehow very arousing to her. She didn't move, but her mind raced. Soon she heard his breathing take on that slow rhythmic sound, and she gently rubbed her face against his chest. It felt good. But it was a long time before she fell asleep.
When they awoke, they found more food and a quantity of cotton like material in their living area. After a while, they decided they could use it to make one or two beds for themselves.
Steve calculated their living area. It was approximately 700 sq. feet: Roughly the living area one person normally uses. But there were two of them in this single 700 square foot area.
The two captives talked. Apparently whoever had imprisoned them was concerned enough to provide them with food, water, bathroom facilities, and bedding materials. Apparently he was watching them and trying to find out what they needed or wanted and attempted to provide it. So Steve decided to try to send him a message.
He went to one of the sloping walls and blew on it, causing it to fog before his breath. Quickly, he drew a small picture in the mist before it disappeared. He moved to the right a few inches and blew again and quickly traced a few words in the steam with his fingers. He repeated this several times.
Meanwhile Wonder Woman was Meticulously examining their entire environment, looking for a way to escape. She could not find any.
Steve moved back to the center of their 'living room' and sat down and mournfully began to sing:
“Little Tommy Tinker sat on a clinker
And he began to cry,
'Oh Ma! Oh Ma!”
Poor little innocent guy!”
“What was that?” Wonder Woman asked.
“It's a nursery rhyme. I learned it when I was a kid.”
“What's a nursery rhyme?” she asked.
He explained and gave several other examples. Then he asked: “Didn't you have anything like that when you were a child?”
“Yes,” Diana replied. “But we didn't call them nursery rhymes.”
“Give me some examples,” Steve asked.
Diana started to give an example, and suddenly realized she was speaking Greek, her native language. It was the language she had spoken as a child.
They exchanged memories for a while, took a break to resume looking for an escape and, finding none, they sat on the floor to talk again, pausing to eat. Steve noticed a slightly familiar odor in the air, but said nothing to Diana.
Eventually, it began to grow dark, and and they both realized they were tired. It felt like their bodies had reached the end of a biological day and they needed rest. Diana excused herself saying she needed to bathe. She entered the 'tub' and began to wash up. Steve was aware that while she was in the tub, she stripped off her costume for her ablutions and washed out the various components of the costume. Like any normal man, he couldn't resist the temptation of glancing at her from time to time, seeing mostly her back.
Steve was a military man, trained to be observant. He noticed an ever so slight tinge of pink in the water and observed some small red clots rising to the surface. With a shock, he realized that Wonder Woman was having her period. She redressed in her wet costume before leaving the bathing area.
While Diana's costume was drying, Steve took off his shirt and tee-shirt to bath his upper torso at the poolside. He was glad that he was wearing cotton fatigues, not the winter wool uniforms that were normally required at the Pentagon. He suspected Diana was stealing a glimpse or two at him, as well.
When he dressed and returned to their home-made mattresses, Diana asked if they could sleep next to him since she was still uncomfortable with their situation. Again , Steve nodded, lying down on his 'mattress'. She followed, lying with her back to him, her costume still damp from her bath. Steve rolled behind her and draped his arm over her midsection, gently holding her. She felt snug being cradled in his arms again. It was comfortable being protected by him.
They both slept fitfully. Diana woke frequently, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with his arm around her, even though he wasn't touching her in any improper way. He did not take advantage of her. Throughout the night, Steve had trouble sleeping due to the proximity of her lovely female form.
When they woke, they found two boxes in their new 'home' that were approximately the height of chairs. They used them to sit on. They now had chairs, toilet facilities, and food. Steve began an exercise program. He found he could run, but not well, around the sloped edge of their living quarters almost like a tilted track. The circumference of their living area was about 100 feet, so three laps equaled 100 yards.
Again, he made several attempts to “write on the wall” by steaming up the glass and tracing letters with his fingers. Again, the two of them searched their environment inch by inch, looking for an escape, and finding none. They tried to break out, pounding on the walls with their fists with no effect. Steve found a pen knife in his pocket and clenching that in his fist to create a makeshift hammer, he pounded again. The walls didn't give or even vibrate. They were rock solid.
Finally they sat on their new 'chairs' and talked, sharing childhood memories. It quickly became apparent that most of Diana's childhood memories were language dependent, so she began to teach Steve elementary Greek. They ate when they grew hungry and drank when they were thirsty.
As soon as Steve picked up the vocabulary, Diana began telling him simple stories in Greek. Before they knew it, it was growing dark again. They took turns bathing. During her bath, Diana once more removed her clothes to wash out the menstrual clots. It was less obvious today. Steve noticed that the olfactory evidence of her female cycle had almost entirely disappeared and there were very few indications of it in the water when she bathed.
When bedtime came, there was almost no discussion. Diana lay with her back to Steve, again in her still damp costume. Steve wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him in a tight spoon position and kissed her bare shoulder. Diana knew she shouldn't be letting herself be held this close by a man, but she also was very so comfortable in Steve's arms. When she woke during the night, still held in his arms, Diana was surprised how natural it felt being held. Peacefully, she fell back asleep.
CHAPTER 2: It begins. Love blossoms.
In the morning, Steve found two clay type tablets and pointed sticks. It took only a few minutes for Steve to learn to write on them and erase any mistake he might have made.
On one of the tablets, he wrote the date they had been kidnapped on top. He proceeded to create a long-term calendar, so they could keep track of how long they had been in this . . . place. On a second tablet, he drew a daily calendar, filling in days and dates. He also made a small mark in the upper right hand corner of the days of Diana's period. Making the presumption that Amazon metabolism functioned the same as 'normal' women's cycles, a questionable assumption at best, he guessed when her next period would begin, 28 days after the beginning of her last period, making obscure notes to indicate the dates. Using this data, he subtracted 14 days from the estimated beginning of her next cycle to calculate the dates when she would most likely be fertile.
Once this was completed, Steve attempted to establish some sort of regular exercise program for himself. He stripped to his shorts and again tried running around the sloped edge of their living quarters almost like a tilted track. He could get some jogging done this way, but it was hopelessly inadequate as a basic exercise program.
Later, Steve and Diane spent the rest of the day sitting opposite each other on their “chairs”, knee to knee, exchanging stories and learning Greek. Midway during the afternoon, Steve broke off their discussion and took hold of Wonder Woman's neck, slowly but masterfully pulling her into a gentle kiss. It was slow and languid and lasted for a long time. The kiss stirred Diana.
He kissed her again. This kiss was longer, more demanding. It began to stir her emotions in a way she hadn't experienced before.
Finally they separated, Steve gazing deep into her eyes with an intensity that she had never seen before.
Steve had loved Diana for years and had wanted to make love with her since they first met. Now, in their current plight, would it happen? For the first time?
“You're beautiful,” he whispered. “I love you!” He had said it before, but always before she had cut him off. She had refused to allow him to express love for her because, in truth, she loved him as well. And if she admitted it to herself, she was afraid that it could lead her into violation of the Amazon law forbidding intimacy with a man. But this time was different. They were captured in some sort of unknown prison and so far they had found no way of escape. Every indication was that they might never find an escape; that they might have to spend the rest of their lives here.
If so, then she would never again be able to report her activities to Paradise Island and her queen.
As if to confirm her thoughts, Steve spoke, “It looks like we are going to be here for a long time. We can continue as 'roommates'. Or our relationship can become closer.” He hesitated, then drew her lips close to his. “If we're going to be here for years, there's only one way our relationship can continue to grow. It could only bring us closer together, to lead us to love each other more.”
Diana's heart skipped a beat. She knew where this conversation was leading. And in fact it was reflecting her own thoughts of the last day or two. Could she permit their relationship to become 'closer'?
“How do you know?” she whispered back. She was breathing shallowly, still gazing into his eyes, finding her own intense feelings growing deeper with each moment that passed.
He didn't answer, but kissed her again, gently but deeply. Diana felt the tingle in her breasts, in the small of her back, and between her legs. She should bring this to an end. But she didn't want to.
With a sudden flash of candor, Wonder Woman admitted, “I'm scared, Steve.” Diana was moving into new territory, and that was generating new sensations within her.
“Is it because you're a virgin?” In the context of the current conversation, it seemed the logical next question
Diana couldn't maintain eye contact at this question. She dropped her eyes and blushed. “Partly.”
Holding his cheek against hers, he whispered in her ear, “We're alone here. No one will know what happens between us.”
“No one?” Diana asked, defensiveness suddenly growing in her belly. He kissed her again.
“No one! Trust me. There's just the two of us here.”
Desperately seeking an escape that she really didn't want, she pleaded: “I don't want you to hurt me.”
Steve gave a small sympathetic smile. She was refusing him. But it was the refusal often given by virgins who want to be seduced: she was offering a list of reasons why she couldn't. And Steve knew that a masterful man who could answer all of the objections and who could satisfy her conditions would claim the prize.
“I can't promise that it won't hurt. But I'll be gentle. I promise.”
Feeling suddenly insecure, Wonder Woman asked, “Do you care about me?”
“I love you, Diana,” came his instant, reassuring response.
He loved her. It was as simple as that. Diana was an Amazon Princess and a Super-heroine. She still possessed her super powers, but they were useless here. There was no way she could use them in this place.
She loved him, too. And she was very close to doing what he wanted. Diana leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss ended, and they leaned back once more gazing into each others eyes. “You know what I want,” he rasped out with a hoarse throat.
He had said it. It was no longer an intellectual exercise for Diana. It was real. She had to lay her own cards on the table, for her own benefit if not for his.
“Yes,” she answered.
“What do I want?”
“You want to fuck me,” she replied. She purposely chose crude language in a desperate attempt to isolate herself from the reality of her situation. She dropped her eyes glancing downward briefly, but long enough to see the obvious bulge in is pants. She was almost there. But the vestiges of Amazon law still ran through her mind. “But you can't.”
“I want to make love with you,” Steve corrected. “And why not?”
“You know why.”
“Because you're a virgin?”
Diana shook her head. It's true, she WAS a virgin, but that seemed irrelevant in their present circumstances. If they were to be prisoners together here forever, her virginity would be nothing more than a stepping stone in whatever relationship developed between them.
“The Amazon Law?” Steve asked.
Diana nodded.
“We may be here for the rest of our lives,” Steve replied. “Will the Amazon law apply all those years? “ Once more, Steve had reflected her own thinking almost perfectly.
They were held captive in this place. Unless they were released, which seemed unlikely, they actually might have to spend the rest of their lives here. They didn't even know who or what there captor was.
Diana ignored his question. “I don't want a baby,” she answered almost voicelessly.
“Never?”
“Not now. It would change things between us: having a baby. And definitely not here in these circumstances!”
“You've just had your period,” Steve responded. “It will be 5 – 6 days before you enter the time when you can conceive. And probably several days after that.”
“How . . . .?” Diana started. Then she paused and gazed at the pool. He knew. He knew.
He took her face between both of his hands and kissed her again. “I love you, Diana.”
It took great effort for her to reply, “I love you, too, Steve!” she whispered.
Steve moved his chair closer to her. Then he kissed her gently, his hands sliding from her face, down her neck, over her collarbones and slowly settling over her breasts. Diana's heart beat faster, but she kissed him back. Subtly, she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.
Steve took her hand and lifted her to her feet. Then he led her to their 'bedroom' and she sat on the makeshift mattress. Diana watched as he pulled off his t-shirts and boxers, revealing his growing erection. He sat beside her.
“I'm scared,” she whispered again, all the more frightened after seeing his erect maleness moving in her directions. “I'm a super-heroine, the Champion of All Women, and a virtuous role model for many young women. And I'm scared!”
“I'll be gentle, I promise.”
Diana believed him. And and she trusted him. But this was going against a lifetime of training and thought. For just a moment, she felt like a rebellious teenager determined to prove her independence. But she WASN'T a teenager. She was a superheroine. She was the Champion of all women!
And she also had only a few days to live!
Making her decision, Diana affirmed her trust in Steve by removing her magic girdle of strength, then lying back pulling her own shorts off as he watched. And together they lay beside each other on the cotton padding.
Fearfully, she felt her face flame with embarrassment and clamped her knees together as he moved over her. When he was on top of her, he stroked her cheek and kissed her nose. Then let his hand graze her breast in a most tantalizing way. His hand continued moving down her side until it reached her thigh. He lifted her thigh as he simultaneously slipped a knee between hers, separating her legs. Rather than waiting for him to further direct her, she lifted her other knee upward and outward and was graphically aware of him moving between her thighs. He shifted his body upward and she forgot her embarrassment as she felt his erect penis touch, then separate the outer lips of her womanhood. She gasped and turned her face away, but he didn't move, other than to kiss her cheek.
Diana didn't know what to do with her hands. He held her in such a way that kept her from doing anything to stop him. Her stomach was trembling in anticipation as he moved between her labia. Nervously she looked back and forth, finally meeting his eyes above her. He was watching her, waiting for her response.
They had progressed to this point for one reason and one reason only. They were going to fuck! She might have been an Amazon. That didn't matter. She was lying on her back beneath him. He was between her spread legs. He was going to fuck her! And she was going to fuck him! There was only one response she could give: She timidly nodded her head. And he eased into her slow and steady. He pressed further into her, frightening her but not really hurting her until he reached her maidenhead. It had to be her maidenhead! She gasped and felt her entire body tighten up. Uncontrollably, she gave a whimper, cringing before him.
He waited for the moment to pass. She panted and her body quivered. Her hands pushed against his stomach, then she consciously pulled them away. “I'm sorry,” she whimpered.
“The next part will hurt, Diana. I can't help it. After that, it will be much more enjoyable, much more pleasurable. Do you want me to be quick and rapidly break through, or do you still want me to be slow and gentle like you asked
She remembered what she had just felt. She wanted gentle. But she didn't want that kind of pain for long. “Don't stop,” she pleaded. “Break the membrane quickly. Then be gentle. Can you do that?
Steve nodded.
He backed off slightly then tensing his buttock and, gripping her waist, he thrust up into her tight box even as he pulled her down onto his weapon. Diana gave a surprised yelp when he broke through. Then feeling Diana's walls close tightly on him, he waited for her to relax and become less tense beneath him. There was no hurry. He had managed to seat himself in her to the hilt. She had taken his whole length. He held this position again until her crying and trembling stopped, and once she was past the initial shocking pain, he began a slow pistoning in and out of her. She quickly adjusted to his movements. But just as she was getting used to what he was doing, he sped up, breathing hard, suddenly pounding furiously. Suddenly Steve went rigid. His face took on the expression of intense pain. Pressing deep inside her, Steve held his breath. His whole body seemed to pulsate, and he grunted, pounding into her irregularly with each spasm. Diana wasn't sure what was happening, but she could feel him spasm in her arms. He's cumming! she realized, almost in shock. She wasn't expecting him to cum so quickly. Steve climaxed deep inside his partner for over fifteen long seconds until finally he collapsed on her with a deep exhalation.
Inexperienced and a little confused, Diana waited for what would happen n next. She felt wonderfully full. Filled to over flowing. She knew he had injected his semen into her and his male instrument was still embedded within her, twitching occasionally. She was surprised when Steve started apologizing.
“I'm sorry, Diane”, Steve blurted out, panting. “I couldn't hold it. I've wanted you for so long. And we've been together, bathing in the same room, sleeping together. . . “
“It's all right,” Diana reassured.
“I've wanted you so much these past few days. Being together 24 hours a day, seeing you bathe, knowing about your period. I was so turned on by you that I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry. I wanted your first time to be better.” Diana could feel him softening inside of her.
“I'm fine!” Diana whispered into his ear. “The next time will be better.” Then a sudden thought crossed her mind. “There will be a NEXT time, won't there?”
“Oh, yes! Most definitely.” She felt him twitch inside of her and took that as a good sign. But he continued to shrink and within a few moments, actually slipped out of her.
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Continued in Part 2.
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