Wonder Woman vs Milkmaid
Part 5
E.N.Cuire
She
felt like she was in her Mother's womb. All warm and cuddly and in a sac of
warm liquid. And Wonder Woman was returning to a semblance of sanity feeling
like she was in a dream. In a dream where she was taking a soothing bubble
bath. "Mother will be angry with me... I have my boots and gloves on in
the bathtub..."
She
really didn't want the pleasurable feelings to stop. Something slick and
moistfeeling was laving the inside of her pussy and playing with her clittie at
the same time. And she was suckling on a nipple while something else had
ensconced itself in her abused asshole. Her whole body was being moved up and
down forcing that something else into a pleasurable in and out motion inside
that hole.
"I'm
being assfucked and am accepting it..." She cried to herself. That's
wehn she realized she was in a huge tub with Behema and suckling on a tit that
had done so much damage to her.
"Oh,
good... You're awake... Mistress gave you to me for the night... I assure you
it will be a sleepless one for you..."
Not the kind of thing a
Superheroine needs to hear after being soundly beaten and abused. For the first
time, she realised, she was severely bound.
Her
long booted legs were tied at ankles, calfs, knees and upper thighs while a
singe 'armbinder' leather glove held both her arms severely behind her. She
felt herself lifted from the tub and inversed so water could be poured from her
boots and gloves before she was taken to a bedroom with a roaring fire.
She
was then fed feet first into the embers and chains brought down so their rings
could be clamped through her nipples to hold her erect. "To dry you out, my dear, and
make you a warm little bedpan for me..."
She
tried to lift her feet from the red hot embers and found she put unwarranted
pain to her nipples as her whole weight came onto them. She cried out in dolor.
"She
means to fry me alive... I'll never eat a roast pork again..."
And
meanwhile, her bedpartner readied herself for the night ahead.
Wondie,
meanwhile, had found that a little pain she was giving herself was also getting
her off. She was getting hotter and not just in the tootsies and already adrool
as she placed her weight on her nipples again. And again. And Wondie found out,
again, taht she could cum while in distress. And cum again. She almost teared
as she was taken from the hearth, dry by now, and thrown on the immense bed.
"I
require eighteen orgasms each night, Wonderwhore. Your job is to stay awake and
make sure I'm well sated and rested... I've only had one whore who could
succede in giving me my needs and that one was once known as Batgirl... " With that, Behema climbed
aboard and climbed aboard the Amazon's ass, thrusting deep into it with a
clitoris Wondie and already well sucked.
Behema
slept well that night, deeply ensconsed in a well that was warm and
encompasing. Wondie was another story. When she showed signs of nodding off and
ceasing her movements, she found what remained of her tits massively mashed and
hurt enough to awaken her to her repeated task. By morning, she was a tangle of
jangled nerves and looked like something the cat had dragged in. Her once
virginal rear entry was sore and felt like sandpaper had been used in it all
night. Or perhaps some kind of mixmaster.
"Time to
get up Wonderwhore... Have to go potty and guess who's the potty?"
Wondie
tried to struggle from her latest trial but managed to take a severe beating,
bound as she still was. She finally acceded in taking that member that had been
ensconced in her own self to mouth and sucked it to the first orgasm of the new
day. Make that ninth for Behema had been cuming along all night. And then
received the promised libation and swallowed it fearing the consquences Behema
predicted. Wondie direly missed her toothbrush and Aquafresh that morning.
"What
about me? I need to go potty, too..."
Behema
picked her up with ease and carried her to the bathroom where she deposited the
once Heroine upright, ankle deep in the loo. "So go pee, then, since you
have to..."
She
had to and knew, by now, it was senseless to argue with these people and point
out that privacy was a good thing. Arguement might have got her beaten senseless.
Again. She must disgrace herself and allow her bladder release down the insides
of her long booted legs and, to her credit, still managed to redden in self
disgust.
Her
bonds, including the arm binder, were finally loosened and Behema ordered her
to take herswelf to the milking shed where, doubtlesly, some of Milkmaid's
minions would surely be lurking to drag more Amazon milk from her repairing
breasts. Wondie left the cottage and started down the path before realizing.
"I'm
free... I can run away... I can take off..."
Milkmaid,
Behema and the minions all thought Wondie had been trained sufficiently by her
ordeals as to be the perfect, obedient slut-slave.
With
nary a thought for the other suffering Heroines, captives of the Milkmaid,
Wondie took off at a run, her long booted legs pumping magnificently as she
ran. She took the eight foot high fence in a single bound and was out of the
Estate and barreling down the muddy road as fast as her legs would carry her.
(Very fast. She's after all, an Amazon). She was well away from the Estate by
the time the cry was raised of an escaped milk cow and heard the first persuit
vehicles way before she saw them. She dove through a hedgegrow before she could
be spotted and found herself rolling down a slope and coming to rest thigh deep
in thick, oozing clay. With many hungry eyes eying her luscious form.
"What
have we got here, fellow inmates? A kinky pussy to use..."
She'd
landed in a clay quarry being worked over by five hundred of the most visious
inmates from the local Pen. But that's another story...
END