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                 Wonder Woman
                      in Slave Training
                 By Author Unknown



     The early morning mist rising from the dark river, obscured
her vision. The stench of garbage, coming from the row of rusty
barges awaiting the harbor tugboat, offended her sense of smell. She
wrinkled her nose and kept moving. Wonder Woman's footsteps
were light as she made her way through a mazelike jumble of
castoff crates and assorted pieces of junk. As she moved, she
thought to herself of what a suitable place this was for a criminal
who called himself The Packrat. The mist began to clear somewhat,
allowing her to see her destination, Warehouse 28.

     As she approached, she ran over in her mind, all the clues
that led her here. First there was the series of robberies that only had
one connection. A picture of a Packrat was found at each crime
scene. Naturally the papers dubbed the thief, the Packrat Bandit.
Her next clue was a tip about the next robbery. The clue was false.
It led her away from the real target. However the paper the clue was
written on had a peculiar odor. It was the scent of a very specific,
chemical compound, used in manufacturing. Such chemicals are
stored in only one place in the city, Warehouse 28. Wonder Woman
didn't have time to notify the Police. She was certain that he would
move his hideout, after the big score his false clue had got for him.

     The warehouse had a large sliding door in front and a
smaller door to the right. There was a window to the left of the
small door. Wonder Woman crept up to the window and looked
inside. She could see that the warehouse was nearly empty. She saw
that there was a loading door in the back and it was open. Suddenly
a light went on in the back of the warehouse, near the office. It
illuminated a van parked inside with it's side doors open. Inside the
van, Wonder Woman could make out some boxes. Then a man
came out of the office and went to the van and closed the doors.
Then he got out some keys and moved around the van to the drivers
side. Wonder Woman wasted no more time. She tried the small
door and found it locked. Taking a couple of steps back, she lunged
forward, throwing her amazonian strength against the door. It flew
apart in splinters, as she burst into the warehouse. The door must
have been very weak. Her momentum carried her into the
warehouse a good five steps. The last one and a half steps were into
a twenty foot deep pit. Wonder Woman tried, but was unable to
control her landing. Her breath was knocked out of her when she
landed. Other than that she was unhurt. She relaxed as best she
could and took a very deep breath to steady herself. Then she got
her legs under her and prepared to spring out of the pit. It was then
that her vision began to blur and her balance began to waver. She
realized that there must be some sort of gas in the bottom of the pit.
Summoning her last reserves of strength, she sprang for the top of
the pit. To her credit she almost made it. Her fingers dug into the
dirt at the edge of the opening. Straining for all she was worth, she
tried to pull herself out. It was no use. The blackness of
unconsciousness closed down on her awareness until her mind was
as dark as the pit she slid back into.

     It was pain that awoke her. Pain like a red-hot knife tore
through the fog shrouding her mind. She felt that her arms were
being torn from her body. Still disoriented, she soon realized that
her arms were tied by the wrists behind her, and that the rope was
attached to a ringbolt set in the wall behind her. Her body was
slumped forward, so her weight was pulling on her arms. She
adjusted her position and found that she had to stand upright in
order to take the strain off her arms. Her wrists, she discovered,
were tied together with her own magic lasso. A man must have done
it, because her amazonian strength was gone. She knew she was
helpless unless she could free her wrists. She tried to move her feet
and found that her ankles had been shackled to either wall of the
room by thick chains attached to ringbolts set in the walls. Her feet
were spread about five feet apart. She knew she could only stand
and wait.

     She looked around her prison as best she could. She was in
a room about 20 feet by 20 feet by 10 feet. The walls were cinder
block. The floor was cement and the ceiling was tiled with
acoustical tiles and overhead light panels. There was one door, and
it was made of metal. Wonder Woman wondered which one of her
many, mighty, enemies did this to her. Leopard Lady, Circe, Toy
Man, it did not matter. She knew they would soon come to her and
gloat. Then she could look for a weakness and attack. However, no
one showed up. Hour after hour she stood there. Her mind going
over and over the endless possibilities of what was to come, and
how she would deal with it. In time she grew tired and needed to
sleep, But she knew that if  she did her body would slump forwards
and her arms would suffer excruciating pain again, thus waking her
up. She was truly trapped. Hour after hour this went on. More and
more did. Wonder Woman grow tired, until at length she could
stand it no longer. With a cry of frustration, she fought at her bonds.
She heaved and strained against the chains holding her legs. She
bulged the muscles in her arms and pulled and twisted, trying to get
loose from the ropes tied tightly around her wrists. After 15 minutes
of this she sagged in her bonds in exhaustion.

     The next thing she knew, she heard the door opening. A
man entered and closed the door behind him. He was an ordinary
looking man. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. It
was hard to tell. He was balding on top with gray hair on the sides
and back. He had a pepper gray moustache which rode over a pair
of full lips. His eyes were brown and looked hard and cold. He was
not in very good shape. His stomach was more paunchy than fat and
his arms were not very muscular looking. He looked......ordinary.
This upset Wonder Woman. She had been expecting a well built,
evil, villain, instead she got this, this ordinary man. She found her
voice and commanded him to let her go. He just stood there,
looking at her. He slowly moved his eyes up and down, all over her
lush, perfect, body. His eyes lingered on her breasts, the way her
bodies position made them thrust out so boldly. Wonder Woman
caught herself blushing under his intent gaze. She shook her head
and regained her composure and demanded once again to be set
free. He smiled at her, an evil leering smile, and stepped forwards.
When he was a foot in front of her he stopped, and looked into her
eyes. She asked him to release her, no longer demanding. He smiled
once more and reached out and grasped the top front of her
costume and viciously yanked it down. Wonder Woman gasped in
shock. Never before had anyone dared do this to her. Even the most
evil of villains, when they had her in their clutches, did not do this.
He stared at her naked breasts for a moment, enjoying the way they
danced and jiggled when released from their confinement. Then he
reached around behind her and undid her costume top and let it fall
to the floor. Then he took a step back and admired her breasts. He
reveled in their beauty. Twin mounds of perfection, riding high and
proud on her torso. Full, rounded, smooth textured tits, with a
creamy color that contrasted nicely with the soft pink nipples riding
high on them. He smiled slightly as he noticed her nipples were
getting a bit stiff. As he reached out to touch them she called him a
rapist. She told him that he was nothing but a filthy beast. He
paused when she said that, and then continued. His fingers touched
her breasts with a light gentle touch. He moved his hands all over
those big, beautiful tits of hers. He liked the feel of them. His
fingers pressed and petted, and stroked them, all the while enjoying
how warm and resilient the skin was as he fondled them. He payed
close attention to her nipples. He squeezed and pinched and rolled
them between his fingers. As he did, they grew in size, getting
longer and harder, and her breath got shorter and shorter. In spite of
herself, Wonder Woman was beginning to respond to his
ministrations. It was at that point that he removed his hands from
her. When she looked up at him through eyes that registered her
uncertainty, he spanked her left tit with the open palm of his right
hand, quickly followed by a spank to her right tit. Wonder Woman
cried out in pain and shock. The man (after watching her tits dance
from the force of the blows) looked into her eyes and saw a look of
surprise and ----- betrayal??? He looked at her nipples and saw that
they were even harder and bigger than before. He smiled again,
delighted by her reaction.

     He went outside the room and returned with a ladder, which
he set it up in front of her. He then climbed the ladder and removed
a ceiling tile. Next he lowered a pulley that was attached to the
ceiling by a ringbolt. Then he got down and removed the ladder. He
then moved around behind her. She tried to follow him with her
eyes, but it put too much strain on her arms. She felt him untying
the rope attached to the wall. She thought he was going to release
her. She was wrong. He untied the rope and then lifted it up and ran
it through the pulley causing, Wonder Woman's arms to rise to a
painful position. She found herself compelled to bend forward at
the waist in order to remove the strain on her arms. When she was
bent parallel to the floor he tied off the rope.

     Wasting no time, he stepped forward and inserted his fingers
under the waistband of her blue and white star spangled costume
bottom and slowly pulled them down.  Time seemed frozen for
Wonder Woman in those next few moments. It seemed an eternity
as the material slid down her naked ass. She could feel herself being
made naked by him. Cool air licked at her skin as soon as it was
exposed. She had never felt so helpless, so humiliated. As for her
captor, his eyes drank in the sight of the great Wonder Woman's ass
stripped naked before him. He stopped pulling down her costume
bottom when it was about six inches or so below her asscheeks. He
stepped back and admired the sight. If her tits were beautiful, her
ass was indescribable. Lush, full, rounded, white mounds of
assflesh. Not too big, yet not too muscular. A deep shadowy groove
ran between her nates, defining the perfect separation of her
asscheeks, and enticing as a place of wild sexual abandon. Partially
hidden by her cheeks and her costume bottom was her pussy. A
dark tangle of hidden delights.

     The man put such thoughts from him and stepped slightly to
his left. He then placed his left hand on the small of Wonder
Woman's back. With his right hand, he began to stroke and fondle
her naked ass. His hand roved continually over her satiny skin.
Pressing, probing, rubbing, stroking, grabbing, petting, always
gently, yet firmly, his fingers were everywhere on her ass. He
marveled at the way her asscheeks sprang back when he squeezed
them. He even probed between her cheeks. This brought a hiss of
dismay from Wonder Woman. She had been silent ever since he
had slapped her breasts. She vowed to herself not to utter a sound
no matter what he did to her. Already her vow was broken. He kept
up the fondling for some time. At first she resisted him. She kept
her assmuscles bunched up tight whenever he touched her. After
awhile of being gently fondled, and stroked, she began to relax. She
was tired and she needed to relax. Before long, the man, felt her
muscles grow loose and her cheeks became more pliable. Suddenly
he found he was able to open her asscheeks and to press his fingers
into her crack and even gently probe her anus. He smiled as he wet
his middle finger and inserted it into her asshole. A hiss of breath
escaped her lips. He watched as his finger slowly disappeared up
inside her ass. The crinkly looking, brown and pink colored skin of
her asshole, tightly wrapped his finger with it's warmth, as he sank it
all the way into her. Then he began to move it slowly in and out of
her asshole. Wonder Woman  let out a moan of pleasure as he
finger fucked her ass. The man knew she was ready, he knew it was
time to begin.

     "S-S-S-M-M-ACK-K!!!!!" His right hand slammed into her
right buttock. "SPANK!" He slapped her left cheek. Two hard crisp
spanks that sent her asscheeks to wiggling and jiggling seductively.
The man was in heaven. "SPANK! SMACK! SWAT! SPANK!
SPANK!" His hand rose and fell, happily spanking Wonder
Woman's  naked ass. He had dreamed of doing this for a long time.
He had studied her carefully. He noticed that inspite of her amazing
powers, she was easy to capture. He also noted that almost the
moment her life was threatened she would escape and turn the
tables on her captors. He became convinced that if she were
captured, under the right circumstances, she could be dealt with. He
believed, Wonder Woman had the potential to be trained as a slave.
That is why he planted the false clue. He knew that she was after
the Packrat, and that she would follow the clue. He was certain she
would analyze the paper once she had discovered the clue was false.
He placed the chemical on the paper himself, knowing she would
trace it to the warehouse. The trap was a simple matter. A pit had
already been dug to store used chemical canisters. All he had to do
was extend the pit a bit and fill the bottom with a powerful knockout
gas. She did the rest. Now she would pay for her rashness.
"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK !SPANK!" On and on went
the spanking. His hand rose and fell, seemingly as tireless as a
machine. He avoided getting into a rhythm and paced himself so as
to make the spanking last. Above all else, he had to make the
spanking last.

     Wonder Woman was mortified. "SPANK! SPANK!" She
couldn't believe this was happening to her. Captured, tied up and
made helpless, stripped of her costume and now, "SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK!" she was being spanked like a little girl. How
could this happen?

     "SPANK!" She wondered why the man said nothing
through all this. "SPANK!" He did not gloat like the other villains in
her life, or taunt her. He just smiled. She was convinced her life was
in no danger, "SPANK! SPANK!" but that was small compensation
for what was happening to her. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" His
hand, it wouldn't stop. Spank after spank, no rhythm or pattern,
nothing to brace against. "SPANK!" Sometimes the spanks were
delivered with a pause "SPANK!" between them, then he would
deliver a series of spanks in rapid fire fashion. "SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" It was maddening. It also, "SPANK!"
after awhile, began to really hurt. At first the spanks were
humiliating but not very painful. She had been hurt a lot worse.
Now though, "SPANK!" the spanks were starting to really sting.
She just couldn't take it anymore. She had to cry out her anguish
and so she did.

     As her cries of pain filled the room the man smiled and
continued the spanking. He knew it would be over soon. He decided
to change tactics a bit. He delivered a stinging slap to her right cheek
and then he began to rub her asscheeks. His hands moved all over
her burning, flaming red bottom. He did this for just a moment then
he spanked her again. Then he rubbed her again. "SPANK! Rub.
SPANK! Rub. SPANK! Rub." He kept this up varying the length of
time he rubbed her ass and the number and type of spanks he
delivered. In time it had the desired effect.

     When he started to rub her naked ass Wonder Woman
began to feel something strange. It started deep down inside of her.
At first it was a small sensation, but as he continued it began to
grow. It wasn't long before she recognized what the feelings were.
She was horrified. She tried to fight them but they were too strong.
She had denied herself for too long. She was becoming sexually
aroused. Sweat began to stream down her forehead as she tried to
stop the onrush of emotions. She felt herself starting to let go. She
clamped her mouth and bit her tongue, trying to keep from voicing
her arousal. She began to shake all over with the effort. The man
saw this and grinned openly. He knew success was at hand. Just one
more change of tactic. He moved closer to her side and faced
towards the back of the room. Then he delivered a series of stinging
slaps to her pussy, followed by some rubbing of her warm, wet, slit.
He alternated back and forth, spanking and rubbing, spanking and

cum. She cried out in a mighty yell of lust and pent up emotions.
On and on she cried and moaned, as the man kept on spanking her.
After a bit, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. She put on
quite a show. Her body shivered and shook, her hair flying
everywhere as she tossed and shook her head.. Her ass gyrated and
bucked and quivered, her asscheeks opening and closing rapidly.
Her tits rose and fell and shook and flopped all over. Her face was a
mask of pure lust. The man knew that Wonder Woman cared for
nothing right now except the feelings coursing through her body.
For five full minutes she came. What a magnificent sight. The man
thought she might break her bonds from all her exertions.

     When she finally subsided and hung slack in her bonds, the
man was left breathless. Composing himself, he left the room. He
came back in a few minutes and he was pushing a TV set with a
VCR on top. He placed the set in front of Wonder Woman and
plugged it in.

     Then he turned it on and hit play on the VCR. There on the
screen Wonder Woman couldn't believe what she saw. She saw
herself awaking inside of this room. She saw herself trying to
escape. She saw the man enter and begin to torment her. He had
recorded all of it. He just stood there and watched it with her. He
noted her reactions to the tape. At first she was appalled, and kept
closing her eyes. Then in time she began to watch the screen. After
awhile she began to grow excited. He saw how her hips began to
sway at certain moments during the tape, and how her nipples began
to get hard once more. When the tape finished it began to rewind.
She asked him, in a shaky voice, if he was going to blackmail her
with the tape. He just smiled and looked once more to the TV. To
her horror the tape started again. He had done nothing, he hit no
remote, nor pressed any button, yet the tape was playing again. She
begged him to turn it off. He just smiled and left the room closing
the door behind him. He knew that she would be a different
Wonder Woman when he returned in the morning.

                   Wonder Woman

                        in

                  Slave Training

                      Part 2a

     The pain had dulled her senses. She was unaware of what was
happening around her. Wonder Woman had been in bondage for nearly
forty-eight hours. Though this fact was unknown to her. To her it seemed
an eternity since she had fallen into the pit trap set for her by her captor. 
An eternity of ropes binding her wrists behind her thus (along with the
absence of her magic belt)helping to negate her powers. An eternity of feeling
cold steel manacles about her ankles, chain linked to the walls on either
side of her.

     An eternity of remembering, remembering what he did to her when
she was helpless to resist him. He had stripped her costume from her.
First her top, which he removed completely. Then her costume bottom. She
would never forget the sound and feel of the material as it slid slowly 
down her ass, baring her to his evil designs. She remembered how he had
gently stroked and petted her body...... her breasts. No man had ever done
that before. Her nipples, they......gods.......Then he struck her. First
one breast then the other. It hurt her, confused her, but it was only the
beginning. She shook her head.

     She tried not to think of what happened next, but it was no use.
Her degradation had been taped by him and she had been forced to watch her
humiliation over and over again. She watched as he played with her
ass, moving his fingers gently yet firmly over her perfect hillocks, then
into her asscrack, deep between them to her asshole. She saw as he thrust a 
wet finger deep into her anus which made her moan as he sawed it in and
out.

     Then he removed it and began the next step in her humiliation. He
began to spank her. Her poor naked and defenseless ass was soon red
from the blows he rained on her. In time the spanking began to really hurt.
However it was another feeling that she feared. One deep between her
legs. She recognized it and tried to fight it, but it was no use. The
spanking combined with her situation was too much for her and she came. She
came as the Man continued to spank her. She came when he stopped and stood
back to admire the sight. For a full five minutes she cried out her
lust and danced in her bonds as wave after wave of climaxes swept over her.
Wonder Woman would never forget.

     Even without the tape playing it all out over and over again, she
knew she would never forget. A noise made her look up. It was the Man.
He was back and he was removing the TV and VCR from the room. A
moment later he was back and was carrying some things into her prison.
She saw two buckets, one empty, and one full of what looked like hot
water. She could see steam rising from the surface. She saw also that
he had a towel and cloth. He set these down and then went out again and
returned with more things.

     She couldn't recognize one of the items he carried but the other she 
did. It was an enema bag with a long hose and clamp. These he set down as
well. Then he moved over to her and produced a knife from his pocket. He
opened it and took hold of her costume bottom and cut into it. Two cuts
and it fell to the floor at her feet. For some reason Wonder Woman felt
even more exposed than before. He put the knife away and knelt behind
her. He reached out and released one of her ankles from its manacle and
pulled off  her boot. After securing the leg again, he unshackled the other
and removed that boot as well. Then he secured that leg.

     The Man smiled and stood, tossing away the last boot. He then
began to run his hands over her body. He caressed her back and shoulders.
Then he vigorously rubbed her arms and next her legs. Finally he stroked
her bottom. He moved his hands all over her superb ass, pressing, probing,
petting, stroking every inch of her buttocks.

     As he touched her body, Wonder Woman's humiliation deepened.
Then he moved to her front and looked her in the eyes. She looked back
and could see a tenderness in his face that had been absent before. She
wondered at it. Then he gestured to the device she did not recognize. It was
made of molded plastic and shaped like an egg though it was at least five
times bigger. On one end, the larger end, there was a small piece of plastic
that protruded like a pipe. She couldn't guess what it was, or what it
was for.

     The Man took it around behind her and placed it between her legs
and over her pussy with the smaller end facing her head. Then he placed
the empty bucket under her and positioned it beneath the pipe opening.
When he placed the device against her body, Wonder Woman instantly
knew what it was for. She shook her head in rebellion at this latest attempt
to humiliate her and tensed her body in defiance.

     The Man would have none of this. He removed the device and
exited the room. He came back carrying a piece of leather. It had a handle
on one end and from it ran a wider piece of leather like a strap about a foot
long. At the end of this were many narrower pieces of leather cut in strips.
If she knew what it was she would have called it a tawse. Since she didn't
she just cringed at the thought of what was to come.

     The Man wasted no time. He went behind and to her left and swung
the tawse through the air. SWISH! SWICK! SWISH! SWATT! SWISH!
SPPANNKK! The tawse smacked her upturned nates with a loud vicious
sound. SMACK! SMACK! SWAT! SPANK! SPANK! Over and over the
tawse slammed into her. The smaller straps were everywhere. On her ass,
and her soft inner thighs, and even her plump hair lined slit. The straps
smacked into her wide open cunt causing Wonder Woman to jump and
buck in her bonds. Vainly trying to escape the punishing straps.

     After thirty such spanks Wonder Woman realized that she could not
hold out. So she reasoned that in order to save her body anymore
punishment she had to give in. He could and would hurt her a lot worse
than he was right now in order to get her to comply. So she cried out to him
"All right! I'll do it. I...I'll do it." and relaxed her body.

     The Man dropped the tawse and picked up and placed the device
over her now sore pussy. Then with an audible sigh, Wonder Woman
emptied her bladder. The device worked perfectly and her piss hit the
bucket squarely.

     When she was done the Man removed it. He did not remove the
bucket however. Rather he tapped her on the ass and gestured to the
bucket. With horror she realized that he wanted her to defecate into the
bucket as well. Once more she shook her head in defiance. This time the
Man growled and went around to her front and held up the enema bag. He
pointed to the water filled bucket and then to her ass. A shocked look
crossed her face as she realized his intentions. She did not want to have him
use the enema bag on her. Thus once again she knew defeat.

     She adjusted her body and squatted as much as she could. Then
with a bit of a grunt and strain Wonder Woman emptied her bowels into the
bucket as the Man had commanded. When she was done the Man quickly
removed the bucket of filth and the enema bag and the device.

     When he returned, he picked up the cloth and dipped it into the
bucket of hot water. Then he began to wash her back and shoulders.
Wonder Woman was amazed. She couldn't figure out why he was doing
this, but she wasn't going to argue. It felt too good. He washed her arms
next. He rubbed them and flexed them as much as her bonds allowed. Then
he did her neck and upper chest. Then he knelt down and washed her
breasts. The warm soapy water felt wonderful on her tits.

     The Man noted with a smile that her nipples stood wet and erect.
Wonder Woman sighed in pleasure. Her stomach was next and then her
legs. Strong, beautiful legs, with full, lush thighs that tapered gently to her
knees only to flair then taper once more with her sturdy calves and trim
ankles. He then placed the cloth between her legs and washed and rubbed
and petted her pussy. Her dark curly pubic hairs glistened wetly as he
scrubbed her.  Her neither lips were swollen and open and inviting, but the
Man steeled himself and moved on.

     His cloth at last began to wash her asscheeks. The water made them
shiny. The pink color they acquired from the spanking was lovely. The
stripes from the tawse were clearly visible on her white skin. The Man
admired the sight for a moment then grabbed her cheeks and pried them
open. She gave him no resistance. He placed the cloth between her cheeks
and washed her crack up and down the full length of it.  He also dipped a
cloth covered finger into her asshole. He pushed his finger in all the way to
the second knuckle and moved it around causing her to groan in pain (and
pleasure?). He spent a good few minutes cleaning her anus. Wonder
Woman was breathless when he stopped. He tossed the cloth into the
bucket and picked up the towel and proceeded to vigorously dry her
off.
When he was through he stood back and admired her.

     Wonder Woman felt like the prize filly at a country fair with all the
attention the Man gave her. Similar thoughts were running through the
Mans head only he looked on Wonder Woman not as a filly but as a prize
possession.

     After a moment he removed the water and cloth and towel and
returned with a tray table filled with food and drink. The food was fruit and
cheese and bread. The drink was wine, water and milk. He fed these to
Wonder Woman which she gratefully took.

     When she had finished he removed the tray and stood in front of
her. Then he smiled at Wonder Woman and unzipped his pants. He then
reached inside and took out his cock and held it up to her ripe full lips.
Wonder Woman's eyes bugged out of her head. She shook her head and
clamped her lips together. She knew what he wanted and was determined
not to give in.

     The Man sighed and got a stern, angry look on his face. With his
left hand he took hold of her hair and pulled her as upright as her bonds
would allow. This presented her breasts to him. Which he immediately
began to spank. First one then the other. SMACK! WHACK! SLAP!
SPANK! Blow after blow fell on her magnificent breasts.

     Wonder Woman screamed and shrieked in agony. The Man ignored
her and brutally kept on smacking her tits. SWAT! SPANK! SPANK!
SMACK! SWAT!

     When the spank count reached around thirty or so, the Man saw
that Wonder Woman, with tears of humiliation filling her beautiful blue
eyes, had opened her mouth, not in a scream this time, but in a silent oval.
The Man let her settle back into her bonds but he kept her head up with a
firm grip on her hair. He then took hold of his erect cock and once more
presented it to her mouth.

     All of Wonder Woman's senses were at their peak. Her tear filled
eyes watched his cock as it moved towards her. It looked huge. A good ten
inches long and two inches thick. It was dark in color, all except the
head
which was a deep red. The opening at the end of his penis looked like a
mouth that was open. Now she could smell it. It had a musky odor. The
smell was strong and heady. Her nose wrinkled in recoil to the power
of his
man smell.

     Now he was at her lips. The Man pressed his warm cock against her
lush lips. Slowly, Wonder Woman opened her mouth wider to
accommodate his size. The Man's penis went inside. Wonder Woman's lips
stretched around his manhood. She wasn't sure if he'd fit. Her teeth
scrapped against his flesh. She didn't know what to do with her tongue. She
kept it flat against the floor of her mouth, but when the Man pushed his
cock in further and touched the back of her throat, her tongue automatically
came up and pressed itself against him. She discovered that his dick had a
tangy taste which made her salivate and swallow. When she did her mouth,
which was now full of his cock, compressed around him, squeezing him.

     The Man was in heaven. He left his cock fully in her mouth for
awhile so she could get used to it. He also wanted to admire the sight of his
prick inside the mouth of the great Wonder Woman. After a few more
moments, the Man pulled back with his hips. Wonder Woman thought he
was through. However, when his cockhead reached her teeth he pushed
himself back in again. He set up a rhythm of moving his cock in and out of
her mouth.

     Wonder Woman nearly choked at first on her own spit as she tried
to keep up. In time though she began to get the rhythm and all went
smoothly. She realized that in order to keep from choking she would have
to swallow her spit as it formed. This was best accomplished when he was
withdrawing his dick. She made a sucking motion when he pulled back and
swallowed just before he pushed back in. Her mouth made more saliva
when he pushed back in. Thus the cycle kept repeating itself.

     The Man was delighted for Wonder Woman had taught herself how
to suck him off. He fucked her face for a long while. Wonder Woman's jaw
began to ache from the stretching it was getting. She was throughly
humiliated and just wished it would end soon.

     All too soon to suit him the Man felt a stirring in his balls and knew
that it wouldn't be long. He quickened his pace. Wonder Woman struggled
to keep up. Her efforts only inflamed his lust more. He groaned and gave a
hard thrust and pressed her face hard into his crotch. Then with a cry
of animal passion he came into her mouth.

     Wonder Woman nearly gagged as his stream of jiz flooded her
mouth and throat. In huge gulps, she began to swallow his hot sticky cum.
After a few moments the stream of cum stopped and his cock began to
deflate. Wonder Woman continued to move her tongue around, trying to
clean the last of his sperm from her mouth.

     The Man left his dick in her mouth and let her clean it as well.
Finally he pulled it out and stepped back. He looked down at Wonder
Woman, her body glistening with sweat from her exertions, her head hung
in defeat and shame. She looked magnificent. He smiled and left the
room.

     Time passed slowly for Wonder Woman. She reflected on what
happened to her. She was amazed at the depth to which she had sunk. To
actually take the penis of a man into her mouth. The cruel hardness of it.
The sharp smell of him. She had felt the Man becoming more and more
aroused as she sucked on his shaft She could have resisted more, but for
some reason she didn't. She got caught up in what was happening, and
when he shot his semen into her mouth, she...she actually
enjoy.....No! she screamed mentally. She had to swallow or choke on his vile
fluid........ but did she have to clean off his....his cock so thoroughly? To 
lick it almost....... lovingly?

     It was just too much for her. She sank into a deep pit of
humiliation and anguish. Alone with her troubling thoughts.

     After what seemed a long time the door opened and the Man
returned. He was dressed in a blue bathrobe and slippers. He stopped as he
always did to admire her form. He ran his eyes over her perfect amazonian
body taking in everything. This time he ran his hands over her as well. He
paid very close attention to her tits. He petted and fondled them and
played with her nipples. They still grew hard even though they had been under
a constant barrage of stimuli. The Man marveled at this.

     In a much shorter time than before Wonder Woman began to
respond to his touching by moaning softly and her breath became more
rapid. When he was satisfied with the results the Man stopped touching her
tits and stepped away from her. She looked up at him with an almost
disappointed look on her face. He could see her nostrils flaring and her
bosom heaving from her exertions.

     The Man smiled and went around behind her. He like this view of
her best of all. He could see her naked ass swaying gently before him as she
tried to bring her emotions under control. He also saw between her legs to
the dark patch of hair covering her pussy. The Mans eyes locked on her
pussy as he approached her. His hand went out and reached for her. His
fingers felt around the lips of her hair lined slit and found them
damp.

     As for her, Wonder Woman tried to move away from his questing
fingers but could not. Her bonds kept her in place. She was trapped and
helpless and unable to prevent him from continuing his sensual assault. He
dug into her pussy with his middle finger. It's moist warm depths
surrounded him invitingly. Wonder Woman moaned aloud in pain
and.......arousal.

     His finger kept up it's maddening play. His thumb sought out her
clit. He found it standing proud and erect like a miniature penis. As he
batted and stroked it Wonder Woman groaned very loudly. Her hips bucked
and gyrated as his fingers kept on playing with her body. The Man was
delighted. He watched enraptured as her body contorted and gyrated to
his simple ministrations. Her superb ass jumped and wiggled, as her lush
tits swayed and flopped back and forth under her. It was wonderful.

     The Man knew that the moment for the next step had arrived. So he
withdrew his hand and took off his robe. Underneath he was quite
naked.

                   Wonder Woman

                        in

                  Slave Training

                      Part 2b

     His cock stood out from him hard and straight, like a spear. He
swiftly moved his dick to the entrance of her cunt and brutally shoved it in.
It cut into her like a knife and buried itself five inches into her before 
her tightness stopped him.

     Wonder Woman let out a yell of pain and anger. She had known
that he would do this to her sometime, but now that he had. She was still a
virgin. No man had ever entered her before. Her hymen was long since
gone because of her physical exertions as a crime fighter but to be
taken like this. She felt so helpless and ashamed.

     The Man did not hesitate. He pulled back a bit and shoved it in
again. His manhood plowed in a further two inches.

     Wonder Woman screamed out in pain as she felt his pole ram into
her vagina. Like every virgin she didn't think her pussy could fit him
all in. It felt like her cunt was being torn apart.

     It took him three more bone jarring thrusts before he felt his groin
slap against her asscheeks. He was now buried to the hilt, all ten inches,
inside the pussy of the worlds greatest superheroine. The Man felt
incredible. He let his dick stay buried inside her for awhile so her cunt 
could get used to him. He throbbed his cock and rotated his hips which sent
shivers of feeling through Wonder Woman's body and for her to moan in
agony. In a little while his hands firmly griped her ass cheeks on either 
side. Then he withdrew his cock until all that was in her was his cockhead.
Then he pushed it back in. He then began to slowly saw his dick in and out
of her.

     Wonder Woman could feel the incredible length and girth of his
entire cock as it slid in and out of her tight pussy. She couldn't believe that 
she could feel so full. She just knew her poor pussy was stretched to the
breaking point. She had never felt like this before. Not in all of her many
adventures had she ever been taken like this.

     The Man began to feel his excitement build quickly so he did
something to distract himself. He wanted this fuck to last awhile. So he
looked down at her  hunching churning ass and smiled. SWAT! SMACK!
SLAP! SPANK! WHAP! His hands began to spank her incredibly luscious
ass all over again.

     Wonder Woman cried out in pain and humiliation. The spanks were
having the desired effect though. It forced the Man to concentrate on
something else besides what was happening to his cock thus enabling him to
bring his emotions somewhat under control. Though with each spank he
could feel her cunt contract on his dick making her pussy incredibly tight.
So after awhile the spanks only served to increase his lust.

     It did one other thing. After twenty spanks or so, Wonder Woman
began to move differently. Her ass began to arch up more towards his
spanking palm as it descended. Her hips also began to thrust back at him as
he pumped himself into her. Totally unaware she was establishing a rhythm.
Wonder Woman continued to deny her feelings even as they began to surge
through her body. She felt that he was forcing these things to happen and
that she had no choice.

     The Man was aware of her attitude but for the moment didn't care.
He wanted to fuck and spank the shit out of this wondrous bitch and he was
doing just that. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! The spanking continued
as he stepped up his pace. His dick was moving in and out of her
faster and faster.

     Wonder Woman wasn't thinking of anything right now. She was just
reacting. Her pussy was on fire and so was her ass. His cock was driving
her rapidly towards a climax. It was so big and hard and it wouldn't
let up. Forcing her....forcing her.....pressing, probing......

     "OOOOOHHHHHH.....GGGGOOOODDDSSSS........FFFUUUCCCKKKKIIIINNNNGGGG
MMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

     Her climax hit her like an express train. Her body tensed and jerked.
Every fiber of her being was focused on her cunt. The Man hung on as she
bucked and jumped in her bonds. He felt his cock squeezed by her pussy
and groaned. Then he too was hit by his climax and released his hot
cum into her.

     "AAHHHHH!!! OOOHHHHH!! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!! AAAAHHHHHhhhhhh!!" screamed
the Man as his climax rolled over him.  As his cock discharged itself into
her, Wonder Woman felt the hot sperm fill her pussy and she came a second
time. Her spasms of delight rocked and jolted her like an electric current
that left her drained and spent when they slowly subsided.

     The Man let his deflating cock fall out of her soaked cunt with a wet
plop and staggered back from her. He then leaned forwards and bent at the
waist and kissed her on her spank reddened asscheeks. His hands moved
lovingly over her sweat covered body, calming her down and helping her to
bring her shaking body under control.

     When she finally began to relax and almost coo under his tender
ministrations he stood up, picked up his robe and departed, closing the door
behind him. For her part Wonder Woman's brain refused to deal with what
just happened so it shut down and she slept.

     After a while she awoke to find the Man once more with her. He
was busy untying her bonds. Was he going to release her? Wonder Woman
watched him carefully.

     However it was soon obvious he was not going to release her.
Instead he was repositioning her arms so that they wouldn't develop cramps
from being in one position for such a long time. He was very careful with
her and was able to prevent any escape attempt. When he positioned her
arms over her head, he left. Wonder Woman, after a quick examination of
the knots holding her, settled down and slept once more.

     Wonder Woman's confinement went on this way with daily visits
from the Man. Every day he fed her, bathed her, saw to her toilet, and had
multiple pain/sex sessions with her. He also occasionally repositioned
her in her bonds.

     At night he left her with some entertainment. A tape of the days
activities. He also left her a voice activated remote control with
which she could view or not view the tape at her discretion.

     The Man noted, with the aid of a counter he had placed in the
VCR, that each night she would spend a great deal of time watching the
tapes.

     As the days passed Wonder Woman went through some major
changes. Her attitude at the beginning of her captivity was one of anger and
she was calculating all the time on how to escape. Later came shock and
numbness at her reaction to the Man's sexual assault of her. Next came
stoicism. An unbending resignation to outlast the situation.

     It was at this stage that the Man next changed her bonds. After he
left, Wonder Woman once more checked the knots and found that the Man
had made a mistake. The knot around her left wrist was loose.

     Hope surged through her as she began to frantically at first, then
slowly and methodically, to work on the knot.

     Free. Her left hand was free. Soon, so was her right. Then her legs.
Wonder Woman found she was incredibly stiff and sore from her lengthy
bondage. So she quickly went through a series of exercises to loosen her
muscles and then headed out the door. Incredibly it wasn't locked.

     She found a set of stairs leading up to a door. She couldn't see her
costume anywhere nor her magic belt or lasso. He must have them she
reasoned so she silently went through the door. As the door opened she
could hear the sounds of a TV coming from the next room. So she crept
down to the half opened door and saw the Man sitting with his back to
her watching TV.

     She wasted no time and rushed at him. Her first step into the
room caused the floor to creak under her weight. The Man must have heard
for at the last moment he ducked and dove to his left as Wonder Woman crashed
into the chair where he had been sitting.

     Wonder Woman crashed hard into the chair and her momentum
caused her to slam into the far wall. The crash into the chair and wall
momentarily drove the breath from Wonder Woman.

     The Man slammed into a wall which was covered with trophies. His
eyes quickly sought and found his most valuable trophy and he grabbed
it.

     As Wonder Woman began to recover and got to shakily her feet, a
rope settled over her head and around her body. It was her own magic
lasso. The Man quickly pulled it tight and then yanked hard sending the
weakened Wonder Woman crashing to the floor once more.

     He then was on top of her in a flash. Quickly he grabbed her arms
and bound them behind her. Then while sitting on her back he took another
piece of rope from his pocket and wound it around her ankles thus securing
her legs.

     He then saw that he had quite a bit of magic lasso left. So doubling
it up he swung it around and SWAP! SWISH! SWICK! he began to use it
on her poor defenseless bottom.

     Wonder Woman was crushed. She couldn't believe that she failed.
She had surprised him and nearly had him, only to be defeated by her own
magic lasso and now to be spanked with it. The shame was just too much
and she began to cry.

     Not tears of pain but tears of sadness and humiliation, which is
precisely what the Man was looking for. He knew the end was in sight.

     After a time the Man returned her to her room and bound her with
ordinary rope once more. Wonder Woman was now entering a stage of
development that saw her as being morose and uncaring of what happened
to her. She responded well to the sexual stimuli but the rest of the
time she was listless and unfeeling.

     Then two days after her escape and two weeks after her capture,
the Man removed her from her room. He brought her to an another room. This
room had a wooden chair in it which was bolted to the floor. The Man sat
her in the chair and bound her to it. He next placed a gag(her own costume
bottom) into her mouth. Then he wheeled in the TV and VCR and placed it
in front of her and left.

     Wonder Woman didn't know what to think. If  the Man thought that
she needed to see more tapes of her degradation so be it. She just didn't
care anymore. However the TV remained off for quite awhile and Wonder
Woman began to wonder just what was going on.

     Then suddenly the TV started by itself. She could see herself in the
room. She was bound as before. Her costume was still on so this must be
the first tape again. The Man was not in the room as yet.

     Then Wonder Woman began to look closely at herself in the TV.
Something was wrong. Wait the VCR it wasn't on. There was no tape
playing in it. This was a live feed but who????

     Then it hit her and in her mind and into the gag she screamed. IT
WAS WONDER GIRL IN THERE, NOT HER! She tried to break her
bonds but couldn't. Tears ran down her face as she saw her sister begin to
awaken and realize her predicament. She saw Wonder Girl try the ropes
and look around her room just as she had. She saw her shrug her shoulders,
after realizing her predicament, and settle down to wait for her captor to
arrive, confident she would be able to exploit a weakness and escape.

     Just as she had, only.......only.... he'll show no weakness. He'll toy 
with her and use her like a true mas... Wonder Woman's will was being
crushed. If I couldn't escape him, poor Wonder Girl, she didn't stand a
chance against him. Then the Man entered the room occupied by Wonder
Girl and began to prove Wonder Woman right.

     He quietly approached her and ignoring her questions about
Wonder Woman he reached out and yanked down her costume top.
Wonder Girl screamed at this violation while Wonder Woman gasped. She
had not seen her sister naked in quite awhile. She was a beauty. Her breasts
were full and lush, and nearly as large as her own. Then the Man began to
play with them and fondle them and Wonder Girl gasped and tried to get
away from his ravaging fingers.

     Wonder Woman felt a stirring in her own breast. Her nipples
hardened as if the Man were mauling her. Then he started to spank the
amazing teen amazon's tits. Wonder Girl cried out in shock and pain.
Wonder Woman moaned and sobbed as she remembered his hands striking
her.

     Then he went behind her and the camera angle changed. Wonder
Woman saw him slowly begin to remove Wonder Girls costume bottom.
She saw every inch of her sisters ass become exposed to his lustful gaze.
She could practically feel his hands on her own ass as he caressed
Wonder Girl's. Finally, he began to spank Wonder Woman's sister.

     The sounds of the spanking resounded in her head as she watched
his hand expertly spank Wonder Girl. Wonder Girl's cries of anguish filled
the room, yet in time they changed to one of pent up sexual excitement.
Wonder Woman watched mesmerized as Wonder Girl began to jump and
writhe in her bonds in a wild display of sexual abandonment. Her cries of
lust rose to a crescendo as Wonder Woman found herself crying out her
own lust into her gag. The Man wasn't through yet however.

     He next unbuttoned his pants and lowered them along with his
underwear. Then taking his rock hard cock he approached the naked,
bound and helpless teenage superhero. He placed his dick at the entrance of
her pussy and brutally shoved it in. Wonder Woman felt shivers of lust run
through her as she saw Wonder Girl impaled on his enormous cock.
Wonder Girl cried out in pain and humiliation as her virgin cunt was
ravaged by his turgid member.

     Wonder Woman saw the Man's cock disappear into her pussy and
was transfixed by the sight. Then the Man began to move his cock in and
out of Wonder Girl's tight cunt in a nice slow, controlled, fuck. He rocked
back and forth slamming his rod into the helpless heroine. Wonder Girl,
after awhile, began to recover from the initial shock of his penetration and
as her pussy began to lubricate to accommodate his size, she began to move
with him. Soon she set up a rhythm and was actually moaning and crying
out in sexual excitement. Wonder Woman, hearing Wonder Girl's cries of
lust, began to feel her own lust build. It wasn't long before all three cried
out almost as one as they were carried away by their orgasms.

     As Wonder Woman writhed in her bonds in sexual excitement the
right arm rest that she was bound to pulled free. She didn't notice it at first
and continued to cum. But when her lust died down she saw that she was
now free. She was able to free her arms and then her legs. She then stood
and removed her gag.

     Then she moved towards the room containing Wonder Girl and the
Man. Staggering down the short hallway, with her emotions whirling
around inside her, Wonder Woman stopped outside the door of the room.
She threw open the door and saw the Man just backing away from Wonder
Girl with a satisfied look on his face. Wonder Woman looked at her sister
and saw the look of shame and sexual excitement written there.

     Wonder Girl saw her sister. She saw that she was naked but
unfettered. She called out to her but Wonder Woman, just looked at her
and smiled. Then she walked past her. Wonder Woman walked towards the
Man who upon seeing her backed to the wall.

     She approached him and stopped five feet from him. She looked at
him closely. This man who had done so much to her. Who had played with
her emotions and her body and her mind. This man who had now captured
her sister and was going to do the same thing to her.

     The emotions and thoughts of the past two weeks warred with all of
her prior experiences. This man deserved to be.....to be.....

     Then suddenly with a loud cry of anguish, Wonder Woman's knees
began to buckle. They slowly descended to the floor and at the same time
her arms rose over her head, her hands joining together. She bent at the
waist as her knees touched the stone floor. Her hands then her forehead
touched the floor as well.

     She had, incredibly, assumed the classic position of a slave before
her master.

     The Man sighed in relief and inwardly was doing handsprings of
joy. But outwardly with a solemn face he stepped forward and placed his
foot on the back of Wonder Woman's neck thus declaring his mastery over
her and accepting her as his slave.

     Wonder Woman shook all over as his foot touched her neck. She
still couldn't believe she had done this. It galled her, yet.....she knew deep
down inside of her that truely he was her master. As for Wonder Girl, she
couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own sister groveling before this
man as his.......his........slave? How could it be? Oh Great Hera, how could
this be????????????????

     BBRRRRIIIIIINNNGGGGG

     The alarm went off loudly in the darkened room. A hand reached
out and shut it off.

     Wonder Woman groggily tried to get her thoughts together.
That...that dream, what was it? She tried to remember but just
couldn't....couldn't remember though she could still feel it's
excitement flush
on her nude body.

     Oh well, she had things to attend to. No time for dreams. She was
going to meet Wonder Girl tonight. It would be good to see her sister
again.

     Getting dressed quickly she started to leave the room when she
stopped before the large mirror next to her dresser and admired herself. She
saw a full figured woman with the full bloom of womanhood upon her. Still
formidable, still.....that dream it was.....

     Well, at least the Packrat was finally caught. That slippery bastard
had nearly escaped. But he wasn't slippery enough. She smiled at the
memory and departed.

     A quick mental call brought her invisible jet to her. Climbing in, she
sent another command and flew off towards the city.

     When she was over the suburbs she slowed the jet and had it
descend to a height of 15 feet. Then she opened the canopy and jumped to
the ground. She landed smoothly and sent the jet on its way.

     She looked at her surroundings. She was standing in a backyard,
surrounded on all sides by high wooden fences. Much like all the houses in
this neighborhood. The house whose backyard she was in stood dark and
apparently empty. She could smell the faint odor of barbecue chicken
coming from the house next door and could just imagine a family outdoors
enjoying the sunshine and a good meal together. She thought of them now
safely sleeping in their beds, while she stood here in the middle of
the night.

     If they only knew what was going on in their peaceful
neighborhood. Better they didn't know. She heard a sound and turning saw
Wonder Girl approaching.

     Quickly Wonder Woman held up a finger to her lips calling for
quiet. Then they both turned towards the darkened house. Wonder Girl
looked through a window but saw nothing. She shook her head at her sister
who then quietly turned the handle of the backdoor. Under her amazonian
strength the door gave and opened.

     Quickly stepping in they shut the door and began to search the
house. They spotted no one. Then Wonder Girl saw that the cellar door was
ajar and tapped her sister on the shoulder and pointed.

     Together they entered the doorway and went down the steps. They
were now in a small hallway with two doors on the lefthand side. The first
door was closed. So they went to the second. It was open with light pouring
from it. They went in. They saw a man standing at the back of the room.
He was holding two objects in his hands, and was startled to see them.

     They entered the room and walked in. They stopped about five feet
in front of the Man. Then the backs of their knees began to buckle and they
both slowly sank to the ground. As they did their arms went over their head
and their hands came together. They bent at the waist and as their knees
touched the floor so did their hands and forehead.

     "We have arrived as you instructed us Master." They both said as
one.

     Inwardly both Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl shivered for they
recognized the objects their master held. A huge vibrating dildo for each of
them. They also saw two familiar objects hanging on the back wall. A tawse
for each of them with their names painted on them. Their asses began to
itch at the thought. Each felt a wave of shame wash over them for having
these feelings. But they knew, that even though they wished it hadn't
happened, they had been conquered by this extraordinary ordinary man. He
was their one true MASTER.

     The Man's face practically glowed with his happiness. His dream
had come true and he and his two beautiful superheroine slaves would be
together forever.

     The Man smiled.

                     THE END

