WONDER
WOMAN CAPTIVE OF THE FAN CLUB
Part
8
End
Game
Wonder
woman slept soundly, her experiences of the past few days had taxed even her
exceptional constitution. But this had been my plan from the beginning in order
that my moment would be so much more rewarding.
Shrivley
had been so predictable, I knew he would be unable to resist and had in no way
been surprised at his behaviour. I made a point of remonstrating with him only
to be rebuffed with a smug ‘fuck you! It was my turn, so what if I went in
early?’
It
ended there. They had received their reward for assisting me in this venture
now it was my turn.
I
entered her room to find her lying on the bed clad only in the white bathrobe.
Placing her outfit on the bed I told her to get dressed. She looked at me
puzzled then nodded and head off into the bathroom. Ten minutes later she
emerged looking amazing. All attired except for her bracelets, belt, lasso and
head band, which I kept back.
She
stood hands on hips sexy, beautiful and arrogant.
‘Alright.’
She declared, ‘What now?’
‘Now
Wonder woman it is my turn.’ I reply’ She gives me a quizzical look unsure what
is to follow. That is as I planned also. The other two were playing to type,
simple, taking by force what they lusted and desired. Where as I… Well, I had a
far more sophisticated approach.
‘Is
it now?’ She replies her voice defiant. ‘So how’s it going to be? You going to
drug me first? Or just out and out rape me like that other sicko did?’
‘Neither
Wonder woman. As I said before you will be my lover willingly.’ I see a flicker
of worry as I produce her lasso from my pocket. ‘I take it this is just as
effective on you as anyone else isn’t it?’ She doesn’t answer. ‘I’ll take that
as a yes - it’s a very poor show when you have no resistance to one of your
most powerful weapons isn’t it?
Before
she can answer or react I have wrapped it around her, she goes stiff as
the lasso takes affect. ‘Now Wonder woman you will answer my questions do you
understand?’
‘Yes!’
comes the reply her eyes blank and just staring at me.
‘Good,
now, tell me of Lysaria.’ There is suddenly surprise in her eyes at the name
and a moment’s hesitation. I smile inwardly at this reaction.
‘Lysaria
is a name greatly revered among the Amazons; she was the great law giver, the
creator of the laws that govern my people.’
'These
laws were given to your people by Lysaria on the fabled law stone were they
not?’
‘Yes
the great law stone of Lysaria is held to be the most sacred object amongst my
people; it was lost back in ancient times and is still much sought. It is – Our
holy grail.’
‘And
have any laws given to your people by Lysaria been altered or amended over the
centuries?'
'None.
They remain as they have always been all Amazons are sworn to uphold them. As
it was in the beginning, as it is now, with out change.'
‘Without
change?’
‘Without
change.’ She repeats.
'I
see. That is very interesting, very interesting indeed Wonder woman.' I say
removing the lasso. She blinks now free of its influence and stares at me
clearly surprised at my knowledge of her people.
‘How
do you know of Lysaria?’ Her eyes are wide with surprise.
‘How
indeed wonder woman. Among many things, I am a scholar and I’ve made a deep
study of Amazon history. Infact I would say I am the - world authority on the history
of your people.’ She stands silent not knowing what to make of me.
‘What
do you want?’
‘I
think the question Wonder woman is – what do you want?’
‘To
be released of course
‘Of
course, and you will be, you have my word - but all in good time. What
if I was to give you something very, very special?’
‘What?’
She paused trying to read me, I could see her mind racing trying to comprehend
where I was going.
I
walked over to a far cupboard, produced a small brass key, unlocked the padlock
opened the cupboard and lifting out a sack placed it gently on to the bed.
‘Please open it Wonder woman.’
She
hesitates, not sure.
‘I
assure you it’s quite safe.’
Wonder
woman aproached the bag catiously then slowly opened it and lifted out a black
tablet of smooth shiney Obsidion. She gasped at sight of it. ‘It – it
cannot be!’ she exclaimed.’
‘I
assure you it is genuine Wonder woman - the law stone of Lysaria - your
people's - Holy grail.’
She
stood silent for sometime examining the object, it was approximately 30
centimetres in length and 20 centimetres wide with a thickness of aproximately
3-4 centimetres making it quite a weighty object. Upon it were the inscriptions
of a long lost language. The langauge of the ancient Amazons from whom Wonder
woman’s people were descended. 'It is the law stone of the great law giver of
the Amazons. Long thought to be a myth and yet as you see very real.'
'This
is an incredible, my people have searched for the law stone for over two
thousand years!'
'Then
you must return it to them Wonder woman.'
She
looks up stunned. ‘Do you mean that?’
‘Yes,
it rightfully belongs to your people, you may take it back.’
‘Thank
you, you have no idea what this means,’ She beams a magnificent smile then it
suddenly fades at the sudden realisation of her situation – and what’s
the catch?
‘You
may take it with you when you are released Wonder woman.’
‘What
do you want?’
‘What
I want you will give me freely. You said it yourself, your laws remain as they
have always been all Amazons are sworn to uphold them. As it was in the
beginning, as it is now, without change.'
She is
silent contemplating my words. 'I've deciphered the inscriptions on the law
stone Wonder woman and one of the laws in particular caught my attention. 'It
translates as - should an Amazon be defeated in battle she is to give herself
freely to the victor.'
'That
is so.’
'Clearly
it was written in a time when the Amazons in their arrogance saw themselves as
invincible .'
'Yes.
And as a way to ensure no Amazon was taken captive it would be seen as the
gravest dishonour at having to endure being the sexual play thing of
men.'
'And
were it to happen - you would be duty bound to obey, wouldn't you?'
'Yes, yes I would.'
There is a long silence, I can see her mind racing and the realisation of where
this now going. ‘What, what do you mean?’
‘I mean
Wonder woman - you were defeated in battle. It was I - I who defeated
you, I who captured you - and I who brought you to this place. You are my
captive and now - my slave - bound to me by your own sacred law of Lysaria. -
Is that not so?’
Wonder
woman’s knees suddenly buckled and she slowly sank to the bed hugging the stone
tablet, any semblance of defiance from the great Amazon now utterly destroyed.
She sat silently utterly deflated.
‘Well?’
I asked. ‘Is it not so Wonder woman?’
She
nodded, then looked up at me tears ran down her face. ‘Yes, it is so, I am
dishonoured, your captive and slave, by the sacred law of Lysaria I must give
myself to you freely.’
****
‘The
greatest conqueror is he who overcomes the enemy without a blow. That is the
greatest virtue.’ So said the great Chinese general Sun Tzu.
I enter
the room carrying a small back pack. Wonder woman stood in front of me silently,
all signs of arrogance and definace long since consigned to the rubbish bin.
Despite this, a small lingering doubt remained, I had to be completely certain
before proceeding.
Producing
her lasso from the pack I once more placed it around her, there was no protest
or resistance only the same blank stare as the the lasso’s influence took hold.
‘Tell
me truly Wonder woman, will you remain true to the law of Lysaria?’
‘I
shall. I am bound by the law of my people, by my sacred vow and by royal linage
as Princess of my people descended from the great Queen Hippolyta. I am your
captive and slave by right of battle.’
Satisfied
I Remove the lasso and have to work hard to suppress the intense excitement
within. Wonder woman blinks as the lasso is removed and is clearly unhappy.
‘You
doubt me! Even after giving you my word?’
‘Forgive
me Wonder woman, but I had to be sure.’
She
gives a slight nod of understanding, ‘What do you wish?’ She asks.
‘Turn
around and place your arms behind your back.’ She does as instructed and I bind
her wrists. ‘Now open your mouth.’ Again she does as instructed as I place a
red ball gag into her mouth then fasten it behind her head with the buckle on a
leather strap.
‘Now
lay down on the bed face down.’ She does so and I bind her ankles then have her
get up on her knees.
She
stares at me uncomprehending, the question in her eyes of why? Why bind and gag
her when I can do whatever I want with her freely?
‘This
my dear Wonder woman is an indulgance on my part, I have always imagined what
it would be like to have you all bound, gagged and helpless. Forgive me but
some fantasies are jus too powerful not to have fulfilled. I watch her
writhe a little on the bed and feel myself throb with lust. Truly this is the
crowning moment for me after all the planning and waiting. I get her up on her
knees then getting down behind her I loosen her basque and slip it over her
incredible firm curvaceous tits. The tips of my index fingers gently circle the
large nipples coaxing them into life, encouraging them to awaken and slowly
swell, becoming firm and erect.
‘Shall
I tell you a secret Wonder woman?’ She nods and lets out a small moan as finger
tips stroke the very ends of her now rigid nipples. ‘I watched my associates as
they had their way with you. It excited me to watch you taken by them, my
reward for their assistance in your capture.’
She
moans again, only much louder as I sqeeze both nipples with a slow but firm
pressure. ‘It pleased me to reward their contribution with you. Watching you
humbled by them, the first over powering you with a very simple chloroform
device. What was it you said? Resist with ever fibre of your being? How short
that was – wasn’t it? Wtaching you being drugged was such a huge turn on, I had
to touch myself.'
She
moans again as her firm tits are fondled and squeezed. It really turned me on
to see you taken like that. And as for my other associate, well he was just raw
cave man lust, I enjoyed the way he just took you and pounded you senseless.’
The basque falls away as the last of the back fastening is released and I cup
her firm mounds in my hands kneeding them, stroking and squeezing the nipples.
‘It excited me to have them make you their sexual play thing, it made me very
hard – you made very hard – feel.’ Freeing my rigid member from the confinement
of my jeans it is placed against her bound hands stroking her finger tips.
‘Stroke
it. Stroke it now.’ I whisper gently in her ear. Obeying the tips of her
fingers gently brush along the shaft back and forth. Grabbing a handful
of her hair I yank her head back and gently kiss her neck. There is a muffled
yelp through the ball gag then a shiver as my lips run along her neck. I smile
inwardly. ‘You can’t help yourself can you?’ I whisper moving to the other side
of her neck and she shivers again. I know she is trying to resist but her body
is already betraying her. Despite herself, despite everything she is becoming
very aroused.
‘Stroke
it more!’ I whisper moving a little closer and placing the shaft into one of
her hands. The fingers clasp it gently and her wrist moves back and forth
creating a very pleasurable sensation.
Next
her inner thighs are gently slapped to open her legs, then unfastening her
panties I slip my hand down to her slit. Fingers slip in easily, she is
incredibly wet, she moans as I do so raising her self up at the knees. ‘My, my,
we are a wet little Wonder slave aren’t we? Now why is that?’ She just shakes
her head in response but it is no use, there is no denying the overwhelming
evidence.
Her
anlkes are unbound, then she is made to stand as her panties slide down her
gorgeous legs. Now all she has on is just her boots. She is kneeling again, I
remain behind her, one of her firm tits in one hand while the other strokes her
now very hard clit. She moans through the ball gag as fingers probe deep inside
her gushing wet slit as my thumb cirlces her hard wet clit. ‘That’s it Wonder
slave, it’s time to come.’
I
can feel the ripples, the slow build up, her eyes close as she tries to supres
what is flowing towards her, closer and closer. Her head shakes as she tries to
hold it back, drool falls from her ball gagged mouth, she suddenly stiffens,
then convulses as orgasm after orgasm rips through her. Her cries are muffled
by the gag and finally she sinks back against me utterly drained. The ball gag
is removed it falls away oozing with drool.
‘Now
that’s much better isn’t it Princess Wonder slave?’ She doesn’t respond except
to give a weak nod. ‘Good. Now suck them.’ I say holding up my fingers driping
with her juices. ‘I said suck them.’ Weakly she takes them in her mouth, her
tongue licks them gently, then surprisingly a little more rapidly. I take the
fingers away and slide them back into her slit her juices run all over
them. I keep reeating the cycle until she is sucking and licking my fingers
greedily. I keep it going for quite a while making her suck and lick up
her own womanly juices.
Once
satisfied she has taken enough I bend her forward and slide myself inside her
from behind. As wet as she is, she is also very tight and cries out as I insert
my now iron bar cock. I am so aroused, no woman I have ever known has created
such wanton lust within me. But then – she is no ordinary woman.
I
hold her tightly as I thrust impaling her deep, she cries out as I enter her
her incredible tits heaving. Thrusting deep I take her, but do so slowly at
first – long have I waited for this moment, dreamed of it and now I have the
achieved it. Wonder woman was my slave, my fuck toy.
I
savoured every second, every thrust, every moan and groan she made. Feeling her
body begin to move with me her hips pushing against me. The dirty little royal
Wonder slut was moving in synch with me moaning with pleasure! Hips moving a
little faster as I increased mine until…
The
only way I can articulate how it felt – is to say I felt like I was exploding
from deep within – Vesuvius like inside her pumping my cum deep with her.
I could
feel her stiffen, and then convulse as she too came.
We
lay together in a heap on the bed totally exhausted. Gently her wrsits were
released and I managed to climb off the bed then picking up the little back
produced her lasso and loked down at the sleeping beauty. A little later
picking up the pack I exited the room as she slept and locked it behind me.
Down
stairs Coop and Shrivley waited and at a nod from me they started to pack and
ready for the next phase.
I
showered and had breakfast then returned to her room. She stood stood freshly
showered and dressed as I entered with her breakfast tray. Scarmbled egg on
toast with orange juice and coffee.
‘Good
morning.’ I greeted her and received a smile in return. ‘I’ve brought you some
breakfast., I’m sure you must be hungry.’
‘Famished.’
She replies.
I
leave her to eat saying I’ll be back shortly.
Down
stairs Coop waits. ‘All is ready, pity it has to end here so soon.’
‘I
know Coop, but all good things end.’
‘Yeah,
I supose they do, but it’s been fucking A-mazing.’
Shrivley
suddenly appeared. ‘Every-things ready.’ He declared. ‘You sure you want to do
this? We could keep the bitch longer and have shit loads of fun.’
‘I
know, but we agreed once each and that is it – even for me.’ Surprising
Shrivley just shrugged. ‘You’re the boss.’ He said then walked off.
Coop
appeared grinning.
‘What’s
got into Shrivley?’ I ask almost lost for words.
‘You
have,’ came Coops grinning reply. ‘We both watched you in action on the CCTV
and the way you made her become your willing fuck slave! Well all I can say is
we’re both in awe of you Mr L, especially Shriv. He thinks you’re a…’ Coop
paused, glanced around quickly, then, whispered. ‘In his words he says you’re
a: Fuckin genius fuck god.’
I had a
good chuckle at this, then got on with clearing up.
We
carried the unconscious form of Wonder woman into the waiting van knowing she
would be out for sometime. The drug that had been placed in her orange juice
had rendered her senseless very quickly allowing us to complete the next phase.
Everything
went as planned Wonder woman was left in an old disused warehouse at the edge
of the city. She would awaken with very little memory of the past week she had
been with us thanks to her own lasso. Only the memory of our time together
remained. Beside her, wrapped carefully in a sack bag was the law stone of
Lysaria, returned, as promised. She would take it back to her people where it
rightfully belonged.
But
more than that she would remember my last words to her, I released her as
promised. Wonder woman had nodded her understanding; she would be free,
physically free, free to return to her people, free to go back to her life.
But of
me – she was not entirely free.
She was
still mine, no longer by right of battle. I had released her from that
obligation. But now by something far more powerful, that of the great debt she
owed me for returning the law stone to her people.
From
time to time I would summon her to repay that debt. Her lasso had encoded it
upon her there would be no denial and no duplicity on her part. She would come
to me when summoned and once again willingly give herself.
History
is a great teacher if one chooses to pay heed. Julius Caesar once said: ‘It is
for the conqueror to impose any terms he wishes upon the vanquished and for
them to obey.’
Don’t
you just love History?