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The Alternative: Murderous Missile
By
Craig Weston
They stood over the unconscious woman, her large breasts heaved slowly in the red and gold outfit. "She dead?" One of them asked.
"No," replied the other. "But she won't give us anymore rouble for a while."
"That gas was sure effective."
"Yeah something of my own design. In the face, this stuff will stop a herd of elephants in their tracks." With that they lifted the limp form and carried her out to the police car lay her out on the back seat then drove to the sheriff's office. From there they lifted her out of the car and carried her inside laying her out on the cold smooth concrete floor of a cell. Chains were then wrapped around her wrists and ankles and secured to both the bars and metal links in the concrete.
"That should hold her," the sheriff said standing up then tipping up his hat back a little with his finger. "She sure is a stunner."
"She is at that," the other replied his eyes rolling over the curves of the unconscious woman, a surge of desire began to ignite within as her breasts slowly raised and lowered. "After we're done, let's you and me take her as a bonus. The others don't need to know; after all, we caught her."
"Oh, you're on," the sheriff growled with undisguised lust. 'Oh what I will do to you wonder woman,' his inner voice whispered. 'I'll fuck you every way into the next century.' The bulge in his jeans began to grow at the thought and the revenge he would take upon her for taking him down in the barn.
The other looked down upon her, regarding her curvaceous body, he was more restrained in his assessment, acknowledged the very pleasurable sensations within and told himself he would punish this woman severely, the images of him taking her on all fours making her cry out, snapped him back to reality. He had work to do. And as beautiful as she was, and, she was very beautiful. She was a distraction to his mission. 'Later wonder woman. Yes indeed, later,' he told himself. 'You will make a fitting reward when I'm done.' The two men left locking the cell door behind them
Her first sensation was the cold hard floor, followed by the nausea as she opened her eyes. Wonder woman groaned, her head pounded, slowly she raised her head, it took quite some effort as her vision cleared bars came into view, her head hit the ground with thud, she was so weak. The ceiling spun, her stomach lurched with nausea, then, mercifully she fell back into blackness. When her senses returned the room didn't spin as much, the nausea had eased and she was able to raise her head with less effort. She shivered a little from the cold floor. Moving her right arm was effort of lifting a lead weight, nausea struck as she slowly turned her head, and tested the chain secured to her wrist, along with the other and her ankles. 'What the heck happened to me?' Her internal voice asked. 'How did I... The sheriff, it had to be. George! What happened to George?' She recalled the barn, the sheriff with George at gun point. She had taken care of the sheriff, then George started to beat him. She tried to stop him, there was a sickly sweet smell and then... Then it was all black. Her mine raced for an answer that sickly sweet smell like... 'Chloroform?' That made sense, but, the after affects she was experiencing were nothing like that. It was clear she had been rendered unconscious by some kind of drug, something that left her so weak she had no chance of busting out of these chains at the moment. All she could do was lay quietly and regain her strength, trusting in her Amazonian constitution to help her recover quickly.
Voices! Happy cheering voices, figures moved outside the cell, "Ya did it!" Came one voice. "Ya really did it!" Came another. "Time to celebrate," came another. Something popped to a chorus of cheers. Then a figure entered standing at the bars grinning at her. Wonder woman raised her head and mouthed the word, 'George!' But nothing came out. She slumped back down, chest heaving much to the obvious pleasure of George. She tried to speak again but nothing came out, her mouth was so dry.
At this another figure appeared, it was the sheriff. "Hey, why ya not in there with us, celebrating?" The sheriff asked his voice a little slurred. "Wow this stuff you got, sure packs a wallop." The not so real George didn't reply. "Watt ya say we have our bonus now?" The sheriff pointed to her. "Jus you and me like we agreed. Man I'm gonna fuck her senseless!" The not so real George just nodded, then watched the sheriff stagger towards the bars of the cell, then fumble with the keys. "What? Whoa..." Then he slumped to the ground, the voices from the other room started to become a little subdued, the sheriff shot a quick glance into the other room, the noise started to reduce, figures started to slump to the floor. In moments unconscious bodies littered the floor or were limp over desks. The realisation by the sheriff came too late as he grabbed his revolver, it danced limply in his hand as he tried to bring it to bare on the not so real George. "Why you double crossing..." The revolver dropped from his hand and he too slumped unconscious. The not so real George dragged the limp form into the next room, made a check to satisfy himself that they were all out then stood outside by the cell.
She tried to lift her head, the woolly feeling was receding, she could feel her strength returning. "You know Wonder Woman, the Athena thought missile will make me richer than I could ever have dreamed. The airlines will pay millions, millions! In order to fly their routes safely. My associates are no longer required, you see. I'm just not the sharing type."
She listened to movement then the opening and closing of a door. Waiting for a few minutes she took a few deep breaths then pulled at the chain on her right arm, it resisted then began to slowly give as fell away from her wrist, then she turn to the left wrist. Sitting up caused her to sway momentarily then she disposed of the chains to her ankles and stood slowly using the cell bars to support her. Composing her self she grabbed the cell door then ripped it open, slowly stepping out she made her way into the sheriff's office now littered with unconscious forms. Making her way to the main desk she picked up one of the bottles, sniffed it then gave a nod. 'Heavily drugged.' As she placed the bottle down there was shuffle from behind, before she move something soft clamped hard over mouth and nose and an arm locked around her stomach squeezing hard forcing the air out of her lungs. The surprise was complete and by the time she tried to fight she was forced to breathe in, inhaling strong sickly fumes, not chloroform but something far more over powering. With the first inhalation her arms became like lead weights as she reached up to grab and pull away the arm clamping the pad to her face, her legs became unsteady like rubber, the office began to fade out she started to fall limp in him. The pad was removed and she was scooped up like a rag doll into powerful arms at that moment she passed out. "I could hear you breaking free, so I prepared a little surprise for you, another of my special concoctions, and fuck, was it effective on you." The not so real George grinned then bounced her unconscious form in his arms, before carrying her limp form out of the sheriff's office and across the street into another building. He kicked open a door and she was flung onto a soft surface that was a large bed. Glancing at his watch he made a mental calculation noting the time, then began the countdown to the time he alloted himself for this, Indulgence. He removed her belt glanced at the lasso attached, raised an eyebrow, removed it then discarded the belt in the corner. Then laying her on her back used the lasso to bind her wrists to the metal bed frame above her head. From his pocket he produced a scarf, tied a large knot in it then pushed the knot between her lovely white teeth and secured it tightly behind the back of her head. Stepping back for a moment he savoured his captive. The gag he mentally agreed, was superfluous, no one would hear her, but then, what is a beautiful woman bound if not gagged as well! She stirred, he felt a throbbing lust in his pants as she started to move. Her eyes flickered open, he was again impressed at the way she recovered so quickly from his drugs. But she would be quite weak for a bit and another dose could be given if needed.
As her senses returned she turned her head a figure stood over her phasing in and out of focus, the not so real George grinned with satisfaction. "My associate said he wanted to fuck you senseless. You know, I could have shared you with him, it would probably have been the least I could do. But, as you have witnessed, I'm just not the sharing sort Wonder Woman; I never have been. I take what I want, and make no apologies for it. My former associates will be out for many hours," he grinned. "Another of my special concoctions, they were useful to my plans, but I'm damned if I'm going to share a cent with them." He sat down close to her, she could feel his eyes all over her, especially her heaving breasts; the tell tale bulge in his pants. "I couldn't just leave you Wonder Woman, you almost ruined my plans." He paused the dark lustful gaze told her all she needed. "You will be, as my associate quite rightly said, a bonus, and you must be taught not to meddle in my affairs."
She stared at him then glanced up at her wrists bound by her lasso, another glance caught sight of her discarded belt on the floor, not that it made any difference she would not be able to break free of it if she had it on. The not so real George moved closer to her his warm breath now on her neck his index finger circled her right breast through the thin material of her costume. "I'll tell you a secret," he whispered. "When I knocked out with the gas back in the barn, I got such a fucking boner seeing you all unconscious, these fantastic tits heaving within that tight costume. Fuck, I almost came in my pants! You truly have no idea how much I want you Wonder Woman."
She tugged at her bindings knowing it was useless, his fingers were already beginning to stimulate her, she gave out an involuntary groan as he slipped her right breast out of her costume then squeezed it like a fresh melon feeling his cock throb against her thigh as he did so. Then flicked the erect nipple with his tongue causing her to groan through the gag. Then he did the same with her left breast, before sitting astride her fondling them licking, sucking, biting them becoming excited by her reactions. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he whispered. Unable to resist the effects of her lasso of truth she could nothing but nod her head. "So being helpless is a turn on for you is it Wonder slut?" His mouth now close to her ear whispering. Even without being bound to her lasso of truth she could not deny how aroused she was, her erect nipples were super sensitive, her chest was flushed, her breathing deep and even now her slit was gushing wet. The lasso was freeing her most deep secret, she couldn't deny that being captured and used as a mans sex toy was a massive turn on. There was absolutely nothing she could do to resist. Then again, she didn't want to! The lasso saw to that. The not so real George lifted her up just enough to reach behind her and unzip her bustier then discarded it next to her belt next came her boots, followed by her spangled bottoms and tights. Before she knew it all she had on was her bracelets and tiara The not so real George licked his lips as he scanned her now naked body laying next her he started again to suck an erect nipple while large fingers probed between her inner thighs. "Oohed, what do we have here?" She closed her eyes for a moment knowing he had discovered how wet she was, fingers probed deeper, then withdrew, then jerked in surprise as something large slid slowly inside her. His thumb slid slowly inside her, paused for a moment allowing her to experience it deep withing her. Then it started to move back and forth, back and forth for what seemed like ages, working her, fucking her into intense pleasure. Her hips raised a little as she moaned through the gag, try as she might to resist, it was impossible.
Pleased as her reaction the not so real George slid the now very wet thumb out, and used it to press down upon her clit, gentle even pressure, worked up and down. Her eyes widened in surprise, she bit down on the gag, as the lubricated thumb worked upon her aroused clit in circles. The not real George was slowly working her her to a mind blowing climax.
"That's it Wonder Woman, you're going to come for me, then, then I'm going..." He paused and smiled. "Like my colleague said, I'm going fuck you senseless!"
She tried to fight the sensations brewing deep within, it was impossible, the whole situation was driving her almost insane. Helpless to to maniac who would put millions of Innocent air travellers lives in peril all for money; had her as his helpless captive. Hera! She was so wet, so wanton she was going to come and then, then he was going to rape her! That was in no doubt. The very thought.... brought her to a mind fucking orgasm, as his thumb worked her enlarged clit.
Before she could begin to recover, the not so real George wasted no time climbing on top of her pushing her legs apart and entering her with ease, she was so wet so accommodating he pinned her down thrusting. Slow at first, then faster, harder, pounding her like a battering ram. Her emotions were in conflict, it felt good to be taken. No it wasn't right! But it felt good, he was dominating her, taking her, making her his. "I'll teach you to interfere in my plans Wonder slut, she felt herself beginning to come and he wasn't far off himself... He exploded within her flushing his cum deep, the not so real George stiffened let out a cry of satisfaction, closing his eyes for a moment, the withdrew, his semi hard cock shone with her juices and cum. He straddled her then slid his cock between her firm mounds pushed them together trapping his cock, in moments she could feel it becoming aroused again.
"Time for a tit fuck!" The not so real George began to thrust between her tits while pushing then hard together, his thumbs flicking her nipples as he did so. She could do nothing as he came again, with enough force to spurt over her face, and lip, releasing his grip on her tits he rubbed his cum and juices all over them, smiling in satisfaction as he did so.
Wonder woman couldn't help but taste his cum on her lips, thick and salty and had a truly masculine essence to it, and somehow very arousing. The not so real George climbed of her sweating, flushed and breathing fast. He bent over untied her wrists then dragged her up off the bed by her hair forcing her to her knees. Even free of the lasso, Wonder woman had no strength to resist and found herself still aroused by the primal nature of her captor. His cock was almost limp still shone with cum and her juices, when her rubbed the tip of it against her lips, she opened obediently licked it, then let it slip past her teeth, as she ran her tongue around it tasting his cum, and her juices it began to harden a little, then a little more.
"You have a magic mouth Wonder slut," he whispered as she worked upon it until it was truly semi hard but never the less impressive in her mouth. He started to thrust, gently pushing enough to make her gag. In moments he was fucking her mouth, slow thrusts as he held a tight grip of her hair. He groaned coming a third time, the force was not strong but she was forced to take globules of cum. "Swallow, Wonder whore, swallow!" Unable to get free, she did as instructed, it was not a large amount, but enough, swallowing these last drops. The grip to hair loosened as he withdrew his cock, she slurped to the floor utterly exhausted.
He lifted her limp form onto the bed then tied her wrists back onto the bed frame.
"That was very satisfying," the not so real George whispered zipping up his pants. "I would love to have more time with you, but I must be leaving now. You're a great fuck Wonder woman. You truly are." He pulled a small bag from under the bed, produced a gauze pad and brown bottle. Opening the bottle he poured clear liquid onto it. "Time to sleep Wonder fuck toy, it's been... Fun." The pad was placed gently over her mouth and nose the familiar scent of chloroform, as weak as she was she was unable to put up any fight and she began to fall into blackness.
How long she had been unconscious she had no idea, opening her eyes and rising slowly on the bed on her elbow, caused wave of dizzyness and nausea, she was no longer tied to the bed. Looking over into the corner her lasso lay with her belt and costume. Staggering to her feet she caught sight of herself in the wall mirror, hair dishevelled, her face and breasts shine with dried cum, a small bathroom allowed her to quickly clean herself off in the sink before putting her costume back on.
The not so real George was long since gone, escaping with the Athena missile.
Wonder Woman swore she would hunt him down.