WONDER WOMAN
IN
Three Of A Kind
Part Two
By sstudent_uk
Boothe made his way to the holding rooms, Simone Devereaux was sleeping peacefully in the first. Her large breasts slowly rose and fell as the plastic oxygen mask pumped the sleeping gas into the sleeping beauty.
In the next room lay the sleeping form of Wonder Woman. On the table lay her belt, bracelets and lasso. Boothe smiled, his two years off the grid had paid dividends. During his research he had unearthed the secret German SS file: Project Frauline.
Contained within were the secrets of Wonder Woman. To begin with, it was inconceivable that the world war 2 Wonder woman and the one of the present were the same person!
This raised two incredible possibilities firstly, that they were some form of clone or, secondly, Wonder Woman possessed the ability of an extra ordinary extended life span, far above that or ordinary humans - perhaps even Immortality!
The ramifications for Boothe were mind blowing, this was an avenue that needed further investigation. No self respecting scientist could pass up the possibility of discovering a potential fountain of youth. His plan was simple - capture Wonder Woman and discover the truth. Either avenue opened up a fantastic corridor of research for his own work.
The file also exposed Wonder Woman’s vulnerabilities, the ease with which German intelligence agents had captured her demonstrated she was not invulnerable; as he himself had discovered.
Indeed a report in the file from the agent who had captured Wonder Woman made for fascinating reading. Boothe became quite aroused every time he had read it. Wonder Woman had been lured into a contest of strength by the great Baroness Von Fausta herself, posing as Wonder Woman. A contest of strength had taken place.
Closing his eyes for a moment he imagined himself as that German agent who pulled the leaver just as Wonder woman sought to prove herself the genuine of the two and had fallen through a trap door in the stage. Then pouncing on the momentarily stunned and winded super heroine just after she had fallen through; feeling a brief moment of resistance as he smothered her with the chloroform saturated pad rendering her drugged and groggy in moments before wrapping her the golden lasso of truth around her curvy body and forcing her to talk.
Ohhh - how he envied that German agent and how he must have been so aroused at that moment.
Boothe opened his eyes immediately registering the iron bar in his pants. How he looked forward to playing with the Queen of super heroines.
Project Frauline had been a treasure trove of information that provided many secrets, secrets he would now use to his advantage.
There was a gentle hiss as Boothe injected Wonder Woman in the neck with the pressure hypo, after a brief pause she stirred; he sat waiting patiently.
Wonder Woman’s eyes flickered, then her fingers twitched, her legs followed, then her head moved, slowly, oh so slowly her body began to awaken, nerve impulses from the brain began to get through no longer stuporfied by the concoction of drugs. Eventually, Wonder Woman regained her senses, her eyes focused making out the leering figure of Boothe.
“Welcome back Wonder Woman. Recover quickly please we have much to discuss.” Boothe chuckled. “Or to be accurate - it is I who will do the talking and you the listening.”
Wonder Woman tried to move, but she was just too weak, her arms were bound tightly behind her back, her ankles also. And, to cap it all, a large ball gag filled her mouth making her jaw ache, she felt the drool run down the side of her mouth.
“Feel free to struggle.” Boothe laughed. “But you’ll be going nowhere without this.” He smiled holding up her gold power belt.
Wonder Woman lay quietly, there was nothing else she could do.
“No doubt you’re wondering what happened to your friends. They’re quite safe, look.” Boothe picked up a remote control and switched on a screen. There Wonder Woman could see the unconscious forms of Carrie, Cherie and - Simone Devereaux laying bound on old mattresses each with a plastic oxygen mask over their faces.
“They are quite safe Wonder Woman, and will remain so as long as you co-operate.”
Wonder Woman lay still, she knew what his idea of co-operation meant. But the lives of the others were in her hands.
“Do you agree to co-operate?”
Wonder Woman nodded, she had no choice but to concede - for now at least. But, the very first chance she got she would take this sick bastard down.
“Very good.” Boothe declared. “Now lets get you up shall we.” Wonder Woman felt his hands upon her forcing her up onto her knees. “There, that’s much better.” Boothe cooed stroking her hair. “I’ve looked forward to meeting you for so very long now Wonder Woman. Of all those Super Heroines out there you are without doubt my favourite. Though I confess Ms. Americana was an amazing subject. Do you know I kept her for almost a month?” Wonder Woman made no sound, didn’t even acknowledge his sick boasting.
His hands touched her as he spoke stroking her bare arms, then her outer thighs. He began sniffing her hair. She shook her head in protest. Then, regretted it as he yanked her hair hard. “No protesting now Wonder tits, remember the lives of your friends and the Devereaux girl are in your hands.” Wonder Woman froze her large breasts heaving rapidly, mentally she chided herself for reacting so, but then reminded herself that Boothe was a particularly dangerous opponent.
“That’s better. Much, much better.” Boothe cooed now fondling her tits through the bustier. Cupping them - then squeezing.
“No. No, this won’t do at all.” He declared, reaching behind her loosened the zip on her costume, then pulled it away, placing it on the floor in front of her. Wonder Woman felt the cool air of the room caress her now naked breasts. “That’s much better, Wonder Tits be free.” He chuckled at his joke. Then started to fondle them, cup them then gently brush her large brown nipples with his thumbs. As hard as she tried she could not prevent her body reacting to the stimulation.
“Oh yes!” He whispered. “Crazy isn’t it? The ultimate contradiction, despite being my captive you can’t help but be turned on can you?”
Wonder Woman tried not react to him, but he was right. She was being turned on, her body was betraying her. “You’re so beautiful Wonder Woman, and now - you’re all mine.”
Wonder Woman felt her breasts flush, nipples harden. She closed her eyes and prayed to Hera to take away the sensations her body was experiencing. She felt him kneel behind her push his crotch against her finger tips, they brushed the large throbbing bulge in his pants.
“That’s all for you Wonder Woman, all for you.”
He laughed then slipped his iron hard cock out of his pants
“Stroke it!” He whispered.
For a moment she hesitated then gave a sharp muffled shout as he yanked her hair hard
“I said - stroke it”
she obeyed her finger tips lightly brushed the rigid pole she felt him shiver
“Yes that’s good keep going,” to emphasise his instruction she felt a sharp paid as he tugged her hair hard. “Do it!”
She obeyed, closing her eyes forced her fingers to stoke the rigid shaft
“More!” he growled her fingers worked faster. “Grip it,” he tugged her hair again. “I said grip it Wonder slut”
She obeyed then began to wank him off slowly at first. “Yes that's very good,” he cooed keep going.
she obeyed as difficult as it was to do so bound so tight it.
“Keep going .”
Doing as instructed she gripped a bit tighter then began to work his hard cock working up the speed.
Boothe found himself lost in a bliss he had not known before. He loved women, loved sex loved being given a hand job by a beautiful woman.
“Slow it down.”
Wonder woman continued.
“I said slow it down slut!”
She ignored him carrying on.
Boothe suddenly opened his eyes he was on the verge of coming. He tugged her hair hard, she cried out muffled by the gag but kept going.
Boothe grabbed the hypo gun on the floor beside him jabbed it into her neck there was a hiss and the solid grip on his cock released and he was able to jump up.
“You bitch! You treacherous bitch!”
Wonder Woman swayed for a moment the fell limp to the mattress.
Boothe walked about trying to focus his thoughts trying hold back from coming, no he couldn’t waste it, it was far too precious, far too...
Deep breaths, clear the mind, clear, and relax!
It took a super human effort but he managed to hold back.
***
Boothe took a shower washed himself down then made himself a sandwhich. He had underestimated Wonder Woman, his arrogance had blinded him he would not make that mistake again.
Wonder woman regained consciousness a few hours later.
“That was very foolish Wonder slut, very foolish indeed.”
She didn’t respond.
“I blame myself for underestimating you, it will not happen again. From now on we’ll do things the way I originally planned.” With that he picked up the golden lasso and walked towards her.
Wonder Woman watched as he approached He Raised up again to her knees , then felt his hands on the back of her head in a moment the tight strap was loosened and the gag was removed; the relief was instantaneous.
“Better?” He asked then gently wiped her mouth with a soft tissue.
She nodded taking a deep breath. “Yes, thank you.”
“I have questions that I require answers to.”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Yes - indeed you will and just to make sure...” Boothe placed the lasso around her waist. “You will answer my questions truthfully and hold nothing back do you understand?”
Boothe felt her body stiffen for a moment then relax, he smiled to himself it was just as the German file described it.
“Yes!”
Wonder Woman tried to resist, but the effects of the lasso were too strong she had to speak, had to tell the truth no matter what. The interrogation began.
***
Boothe sipped his coke then pressed play, the screen showed Wonder Woman kneeling answering his questions without any outward signs of resistance.
It felt amazing having the big titted super heroine completely under his control as the lasso worked its magic
“Tell me how it felt to be captured by the Germans.”
“Frightening.”
“Why?”
“They used chloroform on me, it was the first time I had encountered it - in a moment my powers were rendered useless. I couldn’t breathe the fumes were sickly, I was smothered my strength left me as if...”
“As if what?”
“It had been sucked right out of me - like, like a sponge. All I could do was float in a warm haze.”
“You were completely helpless?”
“Yes, then my lasso was placed around me.”
“Do your people have any resistance to it?”
“No, we have tried to train against it but, it is too powerful.”
“Too powerful even for your people?”
“Yes.”
“What happened next?”
“A voice kept asking me questions, forc0ng me to answer to reveal the secret of my magic belt.”
“Without which you are an ordinary woman?”
“Away from my home of Paradise Island – Yes.”
“What happened then.”
“I expected...” Wonder Woman paused for a moment as the thoughts came to her. She tried to hold back but it was impossible.
“Expected what?”
“I expected...” Again she tried to resist she couldn’t admit to it, she mustn’t, he mustn’t know.
“Expected what? I command you to tell me.”
I - I expected him to take me as his prize of battle,” She blurted out.
Boothe felt himself become excited as the recording continued, something within his mind had suddenly lit up, something he had read in an obscure ancient source.
“What does it mean to be a prize of battle?”
Wonder Woman took a deep breath tried to hold back. “Under Amazonian law if we are defeated by a man in battle we must give ourselves to him.”
“But he didn’t take you did he?”
“No. Not at first.”
“What do you mean?”
“After he questioned me I was rendered unconscious by more chloroform. I awoke later strapped to some sort of a medical couch in room.”
“What happened then.”
“A figure entered, at first I couldn’t make out who it was I was still too weak.”
“And who was it?”
“It was him, the onewho had captured me.”
“Did he tell you his name?”
“Leautenant Hans Lieberman.”
Boothe felt a surge of excitement. “What happened then?”
“Lieberman knelt next to the couch stroked my hair and whispered that he had come for his prize.”
Boothe sat forward to the screen.
“He unfastened the straps and helped me to my feet, I could just about manage to stand. He ordered me to undress I did as he ordered.”
“He used the lasso?”
“No, he didn’t need to.”
Boothe grew more and more excited. “Why did you not try to escape?” Booth already knew the answer.
“Because I was bound by the laws of my people and gave myself to him.”
“Freely?”
“Yes.”
“He was your first man wasn’t he?”
“I had never known a man before.”
“Did you feel violated?”
“I felt – conflicted, in my emotions, bound by the laws of my people and dishonoured at my capture. But despite this he was very gentle with me. My first lover and it was his right.”
Boothe paused the recording then rewound a few seconds - “and it was his right - it was his right - His right!” Boothe felt a surge of electricity shoot throughout his very being.
***
She lay on the mattress utterly exhausted, the effects of the lasso while harmless did have a considerable draining effect when used for a protracted period. In addition she had tried so very hard to resist which had only served to weaken her further. Upon completion he had laid her down then left. mercifully he had not replaced the gag. In her weak state she had dozed off for how long
He returned later sat her up and gave her something to drink.
“Lieutenant Lieberman was a very lucky man - and so am I.”
Wonder Woman stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“Lieberman was a very intelligent man, did you know he had studied ancient history before the war? He knew the ancient laws of your people - and took full advantage of that knowledge.”
“Yes.”
“As do I - I claim prize of battle Wonder Woman.”
“What?”
“Yes, just like Lieberman - I captured you and just like him - I claim my prize of battle by virtue of your own ancient laws.”
Wonder Woman felt her heart sink. For a moment she was silent, it was undeniable once again she was captive of a man and once again the ancient laws of her people prevailed. She nodded, “Very well.”
“Very well what?”
“I am yours. Your...” She took a long breath. “Your prize of battle.”
***
Boothe wasted no time in exploiting his captive. Wonder Woman was completely submissive now, obedient to his every whim. After untying her he had ordered her to undress slowly. This she had done revealing her gorgeous voluptuous body.
He recalled how Lieberman had taken her on the medical couch every way. He may have been an officer and a gentleman, but was still a man. A man who had indulged himself fully.
Just as Boothe did now. Wonder Woman straddled him as his rigid cock penetrated her wet waiting slit. She groaned with pleasure then worked her hips taking him deep and working him to a plateau of indescribable pleasure. She was like no woman he had ever known before, completely intoxicating.
After he had taken her from behind as she was on all fours, fucking her hard and deep.
“That’s it Wonder fuck slut take it - take it all.” He wanted her, wanted her more than any woman on the planet. She was - utter perfection. He could feel the surge growing in power, rolling forward like - a Tsunami - irresistible, he didn’t hold back - didn’t even try to this was what he had worked for his prize. He felt her stiffen as he exploded deep within her spurting his gift, she was worthy of he kept pumping feeling another spurt. Grabbing her hair hard he pushed deep her internal muscles squeezing every last drop from him.
As he left the room She lay unconscious on the mattress partly from exhaustion, and helped by a shot from the pressure hypo. Boothe showered and changed then began to write up his notes.
"Project Wonder Woman - well under way, first impregnation carried out, more to follow, time and date logged along with a number of observations. End of entry."