Summary; even
watching Wonder Woman as a little kid I was enraptured with this scene, the way
the beautiful, powerful Wonder Woman (there never was a sexier woman than
Lynda Carter in 1978) is seemingly outsmarted and defeated by the scheming
bad guys, surrenders to them and seems to find delight in her succumbing to
their control and being transformed into a living statue, their prize and
possession for evermore. Years later I discovered conquered superheroine/ASFR
fetishism and was resassured to find that I wasn't alone. So, here's how I'd
like the scene to have worked out. Rating;
NC17/18, sexual content Disclaimer; all
characters herewithin belong to DC comics/CBS, this is purely a work of
fiction for free internet distribution and I take no profit from it. This is
purely a work of fantasy, in real life always practice safe sex (and don't go
around transforming superheroines into living waxworks/obedient sex slaves
and having them rob museums on your behalf, unlikely as it is the opportunity
might arise). Distribution;
take what you like Setting; during
the season 2 Wonder Woman ep 'The Fine Art of Crime'. Investigating a series
of impossible thefts committed inside burglar-proof museums Wonder Woman has
been lured into a trap by the villains. If you want to see the original scene
it's on Youtube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuY2D3kSNGw If anyone is
technically adroit enough to re-edit it so that her trick fails and she
remains frozen on public display at the end I'd love to see it. And leave out
all the Harold stuff and fight, just have her accept she's been outsmarted. Author;
Jackbnimble The Finest Art of Crime Wonder Woman
landed adroitly on the floor of the workshop. Robert's statues surrounded
her, eerily lifelike in the gloom. Suspiciously she reached out and touched
one. Plastic and lifeless. Her idea that they might actually be burglars
pretending to be statues couldn't true, they were mannequins plain and
simple. She was already jumpy before the door opened and Harry Roberts walked
in. She felt
vaguely guilty being caught sneaking around his workshop but Roberts didn't
seem surprised or alarmed at all. She was amazed to see that in his hand he
carried what looked exactly like one of her own bracelets. Absurdly she found
herself backing away into a corner as he approached, despite the fact that he
could hardly have seemed any less of a threat. "I would
like you to put this on" he said, his voice filled with charm. For some
reason she found it unsettling and yet a little bit intriguing. But she was
all about business. "No
thanks" she remarked "I have 2 of my own" She held up her
forearms to display them. "Surrendering
to me already?" he smiled. Wonder Woman realised that her upraised arms
did make it look like she was making the classic pose of surrender. She
hurriedly, took her arms down. "Would
surrender really be so bad?" he asked her. "What?
Surrender...I...?" for once in her life she was
genuinely perplexed. "Place the
bracelet on your wrist Wonder Woman" a disembodied voice ordered. She
looked around desperately for it's source. "Who are
you? Where are you?" She noticed a camera on the wall, a small speaker
attached to it. "Who I am
is unimportant. I am currently in my limousine on my way to my friend Harry
Robert's art exhibition. I look very much forward to meeting you there. I
look very much forward to meeting you there, exhibited along with all the
other statues in his collection with the new bracelet on your wrist" Her eyes were
drawn to it once again. It seemed so harmless. Roberts offered it to her and
it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to take it from him. She
examined it closely. It was an exact replica of her own.
"What is it?" Roberts was
only too happy to explain. "This is a suspended animation unit. Once
placed on your wrist it will transform you into a living statue, the latest
in our magnificent exhibtion" So that was how
they committed the robberies. They froze their accomplices, placed them in
the museums as statues and the reactivated them again. So now she knew. Roberts held
out his hand as if expecting her to hand him her real bracelet. Was he out of
his mind? She effortlessly tossed him into a heap of boxes, grinning at the
sight of him looking in horror at the disembodied wax hand he found stuck in
his face. However he picked himself up, dusted himself
down and advanced towards her again, holding out his hand for her bracelet. Did they really
think she'd give in to them? They seemed to so coolly confident, so sure of
themselves. A plan formed in her mind. She could pretend to give in to them,
make them believe she had surrendered and been frozen. That way she would be
able to catch Mr Big along with Roberts at the unveiling ceremony. She sighed
"Well I guess you win" "Of
course" the disembodied voice declared triumphantly "I won the
moment I planned this" She took the
real bracelet off her wrist and faster than the eye could follow switched it
for the fake one which she handed to Roberts. She had to admit there was a
slight illicit thrill about her pantomine of succumbing to them, pretending
to surrender to their control. She found her cunny more than a little wet at
the thought of having the dastardly pair as her new masters. "Very
good" Mr Big told her her with relish. "Now hands on hips I
think" She obeyed.
Once again she found herself strangely turned on by the act of following their
orders. It only increased as he told her. "Legs slightly wider
apart" She once again
did as instructed, hoping that the growing damp
patch at the front of her blue star spangled bikini bottoms wasn't visible.
She could not deny that this charade of enslavement was making her
increasingly aroused. "Well
smile. Smile the smile you wish to wear for the rest of eternity for wear it
you shall". She gave her happiest, most radiant smile. It wasn't difficult, the euphoria she felt from acting out her
secret submissive fantasy gave her a high she had seldom ever experienced. "Good
trick Wonder Woman. But please put on the REAL bracelet!" Her mind
reeled. "How did you know?" "My
readout shows me the vital signs of all those frozen. Currenty you have none
making me suspect that you switched the bracelets. Please give Mr Roberts
your real bracelet and place the suspended animation device on your
wrist" Her heart
thumped. They'd outsmarted her. As if in a daze she gingerly took off her
real bracelet and handed it to Roberts. Before she knew what she was doing
the suspended animation unit was in her hand. "That's
it" Mr Big contimued soothingly. "Now place the bracelet on your
wrist" "I...I..." "You
always wanted this" Roberts told her calmly. "What?
Wanted it?" her head spun with the idea. "Why else
would you come here? Secretly you always knew what this entailed and longed
to be my latest work of art, frozen immobile and put on display like a doll
in a toyshop" Mr Big joined
in "Deep down wasn't this always your dark secret desire? To give in and
submit, be transformed into human manequin?" She found she
couldn't speak. But she was embarrassingly aware that she was blushing as she
had never blushed before. Robert's
grinned all the wider. She couldn't see Mr Big but she just knew he was doing
the same, both greatly enjoying her helplessness that they had exposed her
secret desire. She wondered how they knew her almost better than she knew herself? "Yeah, ok,
when I figured out your scheme I thought about it..." she admitted. "Dreamt
you mean" Roberts told her. "Fantasized
more like it" Mr Big told her "And now we can make your dreams come
true" She hesitated
but he continued. "Don't worry, it's a more common fantasy than you
might think, we just guessed right. You only have one bracelet on. They
should be a pair shouldn't they? They're meant to be worn that way aren't
they?" "Yes"
she nodded. She could hardly dispute his logic. She had got to the point that
the very tone of his voice was making her incredibly horny, her nipples hard
and throbbing. The idea of being their immobolized slave was a dark pleasure
that filled her with shame and deep, irresistible longing. "Just rest
the bracelet on your skin, there's no harm in it" She gingerly
did as she was told, her hand shaking, resting it lightly on her skin. She'd
already gone this far, it seemed pointless to resist. She felt on the point
of orgasm as the cool metal touched her forearm, letting it sit there, it's weight resting effortlessly on her wrist. It didn't
seem dangerous, identical to her other bracelet in every way. And the pair
should be worn together. She realised that she was gradually deriving sexual
pleasure from their domination of her and that her only wish was for it to
continue and increase. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" "Yes"
she repeated, her voice a little husky, almost a
moan. "Excellent,
you're already agreeing with me, you'd better get used to that. Now just a
little more pressure, slip it onto your wrist where it belongs, where it's
meant to be" She had no
memory of actually doing it but before she knew it the bracelet had slipped
entirely onto her wrist. Her heart thumped in her chest, her breathing
growing shallower and more laboured. She was entirely helpless now, at their
mercy. So why did it feel so damn good? As she looked
up at them she found she'd automatically assumed the pose they'd ordered her
into, hands on hips, legs apart, shoulders back with her breasts thrust out
so they threatened to burst out of her bodice. This was it, there was no
turning back now, she would be their toy and possession forever, their's to
use and display as they wished. A slight
electronic humming sound informed her that the transformation process had
begun. She could feel herself slowly being converted into a statue, her
internal organs shutting down, her skin and limbs hardening. She couldn't
move a muscle, completely paralysed, no more able to act than if she'd been a
doll in a toyshop window. Nor did she
want to. Two concurrent
activities were occuring in her brain. Firstly she found her memories and
personality fading away, being gradually replaced by a new thought pattern,
blank and obedient, those of a living statue with no will of her own, just an
endless desire to be exhibited and submit to the orders of her new owners and
masters. The second was a state of continuous and overwhelming orgasm,
exploding from her clitty and nipples, spreading rapidly to every molecule of
her now stiff and motionless body. Her last conscious thought was to cry out
in pleasure and pain but she found she couldn't move to do even that, their
domination of her complete and making the sense of delight in her climax all
the greater. Within a few seconds she was Wonder Woman no more, just a
frozen, motionless, brainless, beautiful statue, silently delighting in the
amazing double sensations of utter submission and endless sexual climax. The villains
cackled in delight, gazing with awe at their newest, most beautiful creation,
their possession to prize and enjoy for evermore. ***** With a flourish
the covering came off, Roberts sweeping it to one side in a dramatic gesture.
The museum audience gasped in delight and amazement at the incredibly
realistic and sexy Wonder Woman statue, the pride of Harry Robert's extensive
collection as Roberts and Mr Big congratulated one another on their triumph.
If Wonder Woman was aware of any of this she didn't show it, just standing
there, frozen and immobile, a statue no different to
all the others, her smile beaming radiantly in erotic delight at her fate. ***** Six months
later. "What
the...?" she exclaimed as she sprang to life once more. Her masters were
before her, both looking panicked as hell. She tottered off her plinth,
temporarily losing her balance as the feeling returned to her limbs. Roberts looked
at her with hysteria. "I don't know how to tell you this but there's a
mob of dinosaurs tearing up the city!" Wonder Woman
stood up again, shrugging "Of course there is. What did you think was
going to happen to the world if you took superheroes out of equation?" She took her
real bracelet from Mr Big's unresisiting hand then leapt out of the window,
leaving them speechless behind her. ***** They were still
cowering in the corner of the museum when she returned, picking giant lizard
scales out of her hair. Roberts sighed
"I guess it's off to jail huh?" Wonder Woman
shook her head "No, I'd be happy to stay on as your statue. But you've
got to release me whenever there's some sort of crisis" The looked at one
another surprised. It was an easy request to agree to. "Speaking
of crisis" she remarked grabbing both of them and pulling them to here.
She kissed each long and hard in turn. "Like
every other statue" Roberts observed as Wonder Woman tongued
"Incurably horny once they're reanimated" She fell to her
knees and unbuttoned their trousers, kissing and licking their already
pulsing cocks before taking both into her mouth and sucking like crazy,
greedily swallowing down some of the mountains of cum they poured down her
throat. As they took
their time to recover Wonder Woman ground herself wantonly against Robert's
leg, moaning and groaning frenziedly as she tried to bring herself off, her
cunny juices staining his suit even through her bikini bottoms. They grinned
and worked the remote control. "Well, I
think I know some more people who'd like to use her...and abuse her" He worked the
control bringing the rest of the frozen exhibits to life. They rapidly
surrounded her, overcome with lust after having been frozen for so long. She
stood up, urgently fighting to tear her costume off so that she could be
naked before them. "Allow me
senorita" the Zorro waxwork implored her using his sword to strip her
off her red bodice and white and blue bikini bottoms in three short, sharp
cuts. It left her nude except for her red kneeboots, a collective gasp of
amazement and lust emanating from them all, stunned by her magnificent body,
her sumptuous breasts jiggling with excitment. She wasted no time in flinging
herself at the black clad raider, wrapping her mile long legs around him. He
caught her and rammed her up against the wall, taking her in his arms as she
guided his thrusting cock inside her, her cunny tight, hot and welcoming for
him, sucking, licking and gently biting on her massive titties. He rode her
roughly against the wall, Wonder Woman coming hard, moaning and groaning as
he fucked her ruthlessly to orgasm, her long nails cutting deep furrows into
his muscular shoulders. He collapsed
onto the floor, exhausted. There was no rest for Wonder Woman however who
found herself pulled to her feet once more by four strong arms. Romulus and
Remus. Romulus picked
her up and she willingly parted her legs for him as he thrust within her.
Remus was not to be denied however, his fingers straying inside her tight
ass, lubricated by her own love juice, his cock following quickly afterwards,
effortlessly conquering her puckered nethermouth. They began to thrust in
unison, only a thin layer of her delectable flesh separating their hard,
pulsing cocks, so deep, deep within her. "TWINS!"
she gasped as they double-teamed her "ANOTHER FANTASY COME TRUE!" Zorro and
others were not to be denied however, using their hands to masturbate them as
the twins simultaneously fucked her. Roberts, Mr Big and the other statues
each took their turn in fucking her but eventually lost their patience at
waiting for such a prize. Wonder Woman found herself on her knees being
gangbanged, taking 6 cocks at once, being ass and cunny fucked, masturbating
2 men and sucking two more off all at the same time. She seemed utterly
insatiable, never able to get enough cock or hard, muscled bodies pressed
against her own soft delectable flesh. The fucking
went on for the rest of the day. Eventually she had exhausted them all, still
finding the need to masturbate herself twice before finally being sated. She
roused Roberts and Mr Big and once more exchanged her real bracelet for the
fake one. "Are you
sure?" Mr Big had to ask her in spite of himself. "I'm a
Harry Roberts statue, that's my role now" the words seemed to give her
an almost physical sense of pleasure. She indicated the plinth marked 'Wonder
Woman' upon which she had been displayed and stepped onto it "I know my
place" She assumed the
classic superheroine pose, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, legs slightly apart with her hands on her hips. "And
my position. I'm ready....MASTERS" They smiled at
one another as they operated the device but not nearly as widely or as
enthusiastically as Wonder Woman did as as she was once more transformed into
hardened yet amazingly lifelike statue. |