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Wonder Woman: 
The Rules of the Game
By Author Unknown
 Chapter 1

Wonder Woman stopped pulling at her chains when she heard the door 
to her cell open, and feigned sleep.  She lay on an iron framed 
cot, chains running from one wrist around the frame, then back to 
the other wrist.  A similar set held her ankles to the foot of the 
cot, keeping her stretched out and helpless.

Normally her amazon strength could have easily torn the chains to 
shreds, and crumpled the iron cot frame like a soda can.  
Unfortunately, the chains joining her wrists deprived her of her 
super-human strength.  The leg-irons weren't needed at all, but 
her captors didn't know that.  She had been inside a burning 
building.  She had heard people inside and had gone to rescue 
them.  She had searched as long as she could, but blacked out 
before she found anyone.  Had she succumbed to smoke?  She didnıt 
know.  Whether the building had been a trap, or if some arsonist 
had taken advantage of the moment, it was all the same.  She was a 
prisoner.  She hadn't seen anyone since she woke up.

Wonder Woman watched through slitted eyes as a tall, gangly man 
crept quietly into the room.  He stood in the doorway, silent and 
unmoving, staring at her as she lay in apparent unconsciousness.  
After several minutes, he left, closing the door behind him.

Wonder Woman was about to begin exploring her escape options again 
when she heard him returning.  Again she faked sleep.

It was the same man, and this time the heroine got a better look, 
as he approached much closer, actually kneeling next to her.  The 
man appeared to be about thirty, and a very skinny 6 feet tall.  
His bony face was heavily lined, with pock-marked skin, and a 
sweaty complexion.  He was, she decided, one of the ugliest men 
she had seen in a while.

Wonder Woman watched as her jailer slowly raised a hand towards 
her face, as if to stifle a scream.  That meant that, if she did 
scream, someone might hear her.  Useful to know.  Not all 
criminals had super-secret hideouts, or secluded fortresses.

She saw the tape at the last moment, and tried to turn her head, 
but his hand clamped down sharply, sealing her lips with a wide 
piece of adhesive tape.

  "So, you are awake.", he said with a grin.  "I though I heard 
you moving. Well, you can lay there a while longer.  I have to get 
some things ready."  He left the room as quietly as he had 
entered.

The Amazing Amazon twisted her head to get a better look at her 
bonds.  If she could pull herself up about six inches, she could 
pull a hairpin from her mane of blue-black curls, and slip the 
cuffs in under a minute.  She had had enough practice.  She 
strained her muscles, trying to get enough slack in the chains, 
but it was no use.  She just couldn't reach it.  She relaxed, and 
began to think of another way out.

Her attention was drawn back to the door as her jailer returned, 
and began setting up several tripods.  One held a video-camera, 
which he carefully trained on her.  The second held an expensive 
still-photo rig, which he also focused on her reclining form.  
Finally, he picked up a black leather bag, like an old doctor's 
bag, and approached the helpless heroine.

Wonder Woman watched as the man moved to the narrow gap between 
her cot and the wall, careful not to block the view of the 
cameras.  "This is a little game I like to play, when I can.", he 
explained.  Reaching into the bag, he drew out a long, stiff 
feather.  "Of course, I've never had a playmate like you before, 
but I think I can still win.  The rules of the game are simple.  I 
tickle you.  Any time you want me to stop, you just nod your head.  
When you do that, you get a full minute to catch your breath, and 
I get to take away one piece of your clothing."

Wonder Woman stared at him in shock.  This man was crazy.  Surely 
he knew how tough an Amazon's skin was?  She had come through a 
burning, collapsing building without a scratch.  Did he think that 
she was ticklish?  Confidant that she could withstand anything 
this pathetic weasel could do with the feather, she smiled under 
the tape.

Watching her reaction, her captor smiled back.  "I'm glad to see 
you like the idea.  Lets begin."  Flipping the remote control for 
the video camera, the madman began his game.  Starting around her 
neck, he watched her reactions as he explored her body with the 
feather.  She hardly flinched, even as he explored her cleavage 
with the tip of his weapon.  Switching to her muscular legs, he 
lightly dragged the edge of the feather up and down her thighs, 
and behind her knees.  Still no reaction.  With a sour look on his 
face, he ran the feather up her side, just above her bustier.

Wonder Woman jumped as the feather crossed under her arm.  
Surprised at her own reaction, she realized that this was a part 
of her that was seldom exposed. Her tormentor hadn't missed her 
reaction either.  With an evil smile, he began to trace the 
feather in circles, first under one arm, then the other.  She 
tried to stifle the giggles this evoked, but couldn't.  As the 
feather-wielding fiend worked, he discovered her most sensitive 
spots, drawing chuckles from her that soon turned into pure 
laughter.

As she watched, tears pouring from her eyes, she saw the man bring 
up another feather with his free hand, and launch an attack on two 
fronts.  Her lungs emptied as she convulsed into spasms of gut-
wrenching laughter.  After almost a minute of continuous tickle-
torture, her vision began to close down, her oxygen starved body 
unable to take a breath.  She thrashed around, trying to escape 
the dancing tips, but had no place to go.  Suddenly, the torment 
stopped.

Had she nodded her head?  She hadn't intended to, but in her 
thrashing around she had, indeed, bounced her head off the bed 
several times.  She watched with dread as he ran his hands over 
her body, almost but not quite touching, as if there were a force 
field around her.

  "You lasted longer than most." her breathy torturer said.  "What 
should we take off first.  Your top?"  Seeing the vigorous shake 
of her head, he continued. "Your tights?"  Again vigorous denial.  
"Ok, I guess it will have to be one of your boots.  Too bad.  For 
you."

The man pulled the red boot off her left foot, then simply sat 
back and waited.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was puffing air into and out of her lungs 
as fast as she could, filling her bloodstream with as much oxygen 
as she could.  She also pulled on her bonds, hard enough to cause 
pain.  She hoped that the chains on her wrists would give enough 
discomfort to take something away from the torment that was 
heading her way.

One minute after he had stopped, to the second, he began the dance 
of the feathers again.  Wonder Woman continued to hyperventilate 
as long as she could, and started to hope that this time she could 
defeat this insane game.

Hope vanished in an unexpected peal of laughter that burst from 
her as the second feather came into play on her exposed foot.  The 
mad nature of the game became devilishly clear, as she realized 
that every time she lost a round, her tormentor gained access to 
even more of her body, and more targets for his feathers.  
Although she tried to suppress the thought, she was aware of a 
dampness between her thighs, and knew that her nipples were 
growing harder by the moment.  The thought of being slowly 
stripped, on camera, followed by feather-torture of her private 
areas was a perverse turn-on.  Still, she was determined to 
resist.

She held out nearly two minutes this time before, breathless with 
glee, she had to yield to him.  Again, he stopped, as the "rules" 
required, and asked what she wanted to lose.  This was almost as 
bad as the torment itself.  She had to choose whether to let this 
man expose her to the camera's unblinking eye, or give him another 
foot to tickle.  In the end, modesty won out.  He slipped her 
other boot off, leaving her bare feet fully available.

Again, the game began.  This time, she tried to direct her 
thoughts to other things, to leave her body behind.  As the 
torment began anew, she tried to imagine herself back on Paradise 
Island.  She tried to bring back the memory of running, barefoot, 
over the green fields.  The grass had tickled ... No, the feathers 
were tickling, dragging her back to the here and now.  Working on 
one foot, then the other, her torment was even worse than before, 
since her delicate soles couldn't get used to the tender torture.  
Again, the feathers worried away at her resolve, and her body 
yielded to their merciless demand. With tears in her eyes, and her 
face twisted in determination, the force of the laughter 
overflowed, and she lost control in gales of mirth.  She tried to 
pace her breathing, and managed to get a few breaths in, but 
hardly enough. She felt her face flush hot and red, and her sides 
felt like they would split. Almost involuntarily, she began to 
thrash around.

This time she knew it when she lost.  She nodded her head 
violently, desperate for air, and for an end to the spasming ache 
in her sides.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?", asked the fiend with the 
feathers.  "And now we get to the fun part.  What do I get to 
tickle next time.  Those beautiful tits, or something more 
delicate?"

Wonder Woman started as she felt the man's slip caressingly up her 
thigh, pressing towards her divine fulcrum.  She slammed her knees 
together, trying desperately to keep him out of her most private 
space.  In spite of her efforts, she felt his fingers insinuate 
themselves between her pussy lips and begin a slow, maddening rub 
directly on her clit.

"What will it be this time?", the man persisted, stroking his hand 
deeper into the cleft between her legs.  "Do you lose your pretty 
blue panties?"  Seeing her reaction, he laughed, and continued, 
"Your top then?  Nod your head.  You decide or I will.  Thatıs the 
rules around here."

Slowly Wonder Woman nodded her head, dreading what was to come.  
She wanted to die as the man slowly slid the zipper on her tight, 
satin bustier down, exposing her naked breasts to his gaze, and 
the gaze of the cameras that clicked and whirred, recording her 
humiliation.  Unbound, her breasts sprang out with a force that 
made them jiggle for several seconds.  Laying on her back, as she 
was, gravity didn't pull them down at all, but pooled them like 
bowls of jello on her chest.

The man began his game again, right on time.  He experimented with 
the amazon's soft belly, working his way up to her mountainous 
tits, seeking a new vulnerability.  

Chapter 2

Wonder Woman had to form a plan.  She realized that her tormentor, 
like many other men, was captivated by her tits.  She couldn't see 
past the huge hemispheres, but she knew that he was working his 
way up her firm midsection, heading for the lower slopes of those 
mountains.  She knew, from experience, that she wasn't ticklish 
there, the skin having been desensitized over time from having to 
support the great globes.  But he didn't know that.  Maybe...

The mad tickler smiled in delight at his playmate's reaction to 
the tit-tickle. She twisted and twitched, trying to avoid the 
fleeting feather, but no retreat was possible.  And each spasm of 
laughter his delicate touch provoked sent the twin tits bouncing 
and jiggling so energetically, he was practically wetting himself 
with joy.  Not only was he having the time of his life, but those 
bouncy mounds were going to look so hot on the film, that he knew 
this one was one-of-a-kind.

Wonder Woman's plan had worked, but there was a problem.  The 
feather-rub was not making her laugh, but the attentions were 
causing another reaction.  She felt her nipples grow even harder, 
and knew that there was a fire beginning to smoulder inside her.  
But, she reasoned, better horney than naked and horney.

  "I can hardly wait.", murmured the the tickle torturer, again 
sliding a hand into the bound amazon's crotch.  "When you lose 
this round, I get to tickle you down here.  You'll lose your mind 
when I do that.  They always do."  Slowly, the evil man pulled a 
fold in her satin seat-cover, tugging it tight between her legs 
and inside her cunt so it dragged and slid over her already hot 
clit.  Now, each movement she made added friction to the heat, 
weakening her will even more.

Wonder Woman again jumped at the contact, trying to twist away 
from his invading touch.  She couldn't let him tickle her there.  
She'd die.  She screamed under the tape, trying desperately to 
loosen it, to get help.  She was afraid, afraid that if he did 
that she would lose control.  That her needs, so long suppressed, 
would enslave her to this horrid man's touch.

The tickling stopped.  The man was smiling at her, but she knew 
she hadn't nodded her head.  What was going on?  What was this 
madman going to do?

  "You almost fooled me on that one.  I thought you might be 
faking it, and as soon as I touched you, you stopped laughing.  
Time to start over.  And this time, it's for keeps."

The mad dance of the feathers began anew, and the imprisoned 
amazon kicked up her heels to the pace of the game.  Faster and 
faster the feathers flashed over her exposed soles, while she 
screamed in laughter under her gag.  Even so, she was determined 
that she would pass out before she would let him strip her, 
violate her last refuge.  After a century that must have lasted at 
least ten minutes, she got her wish.  Blackness claimed her.

* * * *

Wakefulness came abruptly.  Wonder Woman found herself hanging 
upright, suspended by the chains that bound her wrists.  She was 
barefoot, and her stomach muscles hurt from the tickle torture she 
had endured, but she seemed otherwise unharmed.  Her gag had been 
removed, her top had been replaced, and the iron cot was gone, but 
the cameras still watched her every move.  She jumped when she 
heard a voice come from behind her.

  "So, the beautiful dreamer awakens, eh?", soothed the deep 
voice.  Walking into view came a dark haired man.  He was, not 
small, but compact.  His build suggested that he worked out, or 
was at least a weekend athlete.  He was dressed in jeans, and a 
black pullover sweater that made his dark, latin eyes look even 
darker.

Wonder Woman gazed at this new man, trying to remember if she had 
ever seen him before.  Again, she drew a blank.  Rather than 
guessing, she decided to ask. "What is going on here?  Why am I 
locked up like this?"

  "Patience, please.  My name is Carlos, and I am sorry about your 
predicament, but I honestly don't know what I can do about it."  
Seeing the obvious disbelief in her eyes, he continued, "Let me 
explain.  My friends and I, we make movies.  Movies for an 
audience with, shall we say, exotic tastes.  We were in the 
process of setting up a new studio in the basement of an abandoned 
building, but the wiring must have been old.  The load from the 
lights was too much, and a fire started.  We were busy evacuating 
when you dropped in. Literally.  The ceiling above us caved in, 
dumping you into the basement, with us.  You were unconscious.  i 
think the floor above had collapsed, and landed on you.  In any 
case, we couldn't just leave you there.  You would have died. So, 
we took you with us.

"You rescued me?", Wonder Woman asked in surprise.  "Then why all 
this?  It's not like I was going to arrest you for saving my 
life."

"Well, you see, my friend Tony is a little strange.  I think 
you've met him. The man with the feathers?  Yes, well, before I 
realized what he was doing, he had begun his game with you.  And, 
for what he did in that game, you would arrest us.  You see, you 
are not the first 'reluctant' actress we have used. In fact, most 
of our 'stars' are reluctant amateurs.  And for that, also, you 
would arrest us.  And there lies my problem.  Most of my stars are 
so shocked by what has happened to them that they don't tell 
anyone, and the others can't find us to have us arrested.  Neither 
of those things is true of you."

"Let me go.  Unless you plan to kill me, you are only making 
things worse on yourself.", the chained amazon declared, trying to 
take command of the situation.  Perhaps she could win release by 
sheer force of personality.  This wouldn't be the first man she 
had taken charge of this way.

"Will you give me your word that you will leave us in peace, and 
not tell anyone about us, ever?"

This stumped the heroine.  Her word was her bond.  If she 
promised, then not only her own kidnap and torment would go 
unavenged, but so would the abuse of Hero knew how many others.  
"I can forgive and forget what you two've done to me.  But if you 
have kidnapped and raped other women, innocent people, I don't 
have a choice.  I can't turn my back on them."

Her jailer nodded his head in understanding, but said nothing 
more.  He walked around behind the bound heroine, out of sight for 
a moment.  Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair, yanking her 
head back sharply.  Before she could respond to this unexpected 
assault, a strong hand pressed a ball gag into her gaping mouth.  
The straps were pulled tight, and the startled heroine was 
silenced. She realized that the red light on the camera was on.

Her captor stepped in front of her again.  He was carrying a cat-
o-nine tails in one hand, and a remote control in the other.  As 
he pressed a button on the remote, Wonder Woman heard machinery 
start up, and felt chains tighten, drawing her feet apart.  She 
struggled, trying once again to pull herself up enough to get a 
hairpin, but the tension on the ankle chains came into play too 
quickly, and in seconds she was stretched tight in a standing 
eagle pose.

"I tried to reason with you.", declared Carlos, swinging the wip 
meaningfully. "You could have walked away.  But you refused my 
offer.  Now you will be taught your place, woman.  You will learn 
that you may never refuse a man anything, offer or demand, that he 
asks.  In the game of life, those are the rules."

Wonder Woman twisted in frantic haste as the man reached slowly 
behind her, and began to slowly unzip her bustier.  She felt her 
top grow loose, and begin to slip down her body.  A few inches, 
and the bustier no longer covered her nipples.  She writhed in 
shame and desperation as he drew out her humiliation for the 
camera, with her unable to even turn away.  It took almost a 
minute for her tormenter to finish undoing her top, letting it 
finally fall to the floor. She braced herself, expecting him to 
strip her completely.  He didn't.

Instead, he held out his hand, displaying two items.  One was 
silver in color, like a large alligator clip, with long, sharp 
teeth.  The other was a small, black plastic clothes pin that had 
had sticks attached to the jaws, extending until they touched 
about an inch beyond the original jaws.  Speaking clearly, for 
both her and the camera, he cupped one massive breast in his other 
hand, and joked, "My, what big tits you have, grandma.  Have 
you ever had anything clamped onto these before?"

Wonder Woman realized that the things in his hand were nipple 
clamps, and that he was going to use them on her.  She tried to 
scream, shaking her head violently.

  "I'll take that for a 'No'", he replied calmly.  "You may choose 
which set I will use on you.  Shall it be the silver ones?"

Again, Wonder Woman thrashed her head in desperate denial.

"Then you want the black ones?", he persisted. Noting that she was 
still screaming into her gag in terror, he slapped her sharply 
across the face. "Woman, a man has offered you a choice.  Accept 
what you are offered, or I will choose for you.  Now, if you say 
no to the black clamps, you are choosing the silver ones.  Do you 
want the black clamps?"

Wonder Woman nodded her head slowly, anticiparion making her body
shake.  She was surprised by the sensation as the clamps were 
applied.  They hardly hurt at all.  Instead, they were a gentle, 
teasing squeeze.  The extended fingers weakened the grip of the 
clothespins, so they were a gentle stimulation, a seductive 
distraction.  Her expression of surprise and relief must have 
shown on her face, as her tormentor smiled at her reaction.

"You see?  Things are much better when a woman does what the man 
says.  Now, your next test is the wip.  I offer you a choice 
here also.  Do you want this to hurt?"

Wonder Woman had visions of this man wipping her defenseless 
breasts, and shook her head no.  To her embarrassment, the action 
made her tits bounce, which caused the clamps to tingle her tender 
nipples.  She felt them growing hard, and watched in amazement as 
the clamps slowly stood up in response.

Thwack!  Her sensuous reverie was interrupted by the sharp stroke 
of the wip across her taut buttocks.  The thin fabric of her 
stretch tights gave scant protection against this assault.  
Thwack!  Correction.  No protection.  The wip stung lightly as it 
flicked across first one buttock, then the other.  She had just 
settled into the rhythm of the strokes when they changed.  Thwack, 
thwack, thwick!  The last stroke had been aimed, not at her thinly 
veiled backside, but up between her parted thighs, directly onto 
her spread vagina.  She rocked herself forward in shock as the 
pattern was repeated.  Thwack, thwack, thwick! Again the lash 
struck home, delivering a light flicking sting to her pussy.

Thwack, thwack, thwick.  Left buttock, right buttock, center 
stroke.  She almost jumped out her skin as the last one struck 
home, dead center on her clit.  She knew that she was getting 
excited by this, but felt a new fear as she felt her tights grow 
damp with her juices.  She almost wished that she had chosen pain.  
She knew that she could handle that.

Thwack, thwack, thwick.  Another direct hit, her pussy lips 
opening up beneath her skin-tight costume, exposing her love-
button to more of the assault.  The strokes came faster now, and 
she found herself almost panting as the wip drove her closer and 
closer to an unwanted climax.

Just as she was about to scream, and faint, and cum, the torment 
stopped. Carlos again stepped into her view, swinging the cat 
lightly in his hand.  "Do you want more of that?", he asked.

Summoning her willpower, she shook her head no, in spite of the 
fact that she wanted to cum more than she ever had before.

You didn't enjoy that?", he asked with a smile.

Again, she shook her head no.

"You should not lie to a man when he asks you a question.", he 
replied with a dark smile.  Converting the light swing of the wip 
into a stroke, he slapped the tips up between her splayed legs, 
directly onto her hot pussy.  "The rules of this game are simple.  
If you really didn't enjoy that, then this shouldn't bother you. 
If you were lying to me, then this will make you cum."  Again, he 
slapped her spread pussy with the wip. "If you can avoid cumming 
for twenty strokes of the lash, I'll let you leave. Otherwise, 
well, you will be punished."

Thwack.  Thwack.  Thwack.  Thwack.  After four blows, Wonder Woman 
was ready to explode, trying to contain the orgasm building inside 
her.  Thwack!  The wip drove her right to the edge, then stopped.

  "Do you want to cum?", she was asked.  Numbly, she nodded her 
head, her desire doing her thinking for her.

Thwack, thwack, thwack..., the wip spun in a rapid circle, 
slapping her love box silly as she came, and came, and came over 
and over again.  And again, blackness claimed her.

Chapter 3

When Wonder Woman awoke, she was alone in her cell.  The chains 
were gone, and her clothes were piled nearby.  Quickly, she donned 
her star-spangled outfit, slipped on her red boots, and was ready 
to kick some butt!  The door the cell was heavy, made of metal-
clad wood, and strong enough that it would take a battering ram to 
take it down.

With a single kick of her red-booted foot, it was out of its 
frame, and embedded in the wall across the hall.  She strode 
through the dust cloud the destruction had raised, certain that 
she had the pornographer's attention.

Suddenly, she felt something slip over her head, and heard a sharp 
order, "Hold it right there!".  To her surprise, she had to obey.  
She had been roped with her own golden lasso.  A tall, busty woman 
stepped up, reeling in the magic rope as she did so, keeping the 
tension on.  Diana saw that the woman was dressed in tight jeans, 
a plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat and boots.

"Well, this thing really works.", she said, smiling at the effects 
of the enchanted lasso.  "Is it true that you have to do whatever 
I say when you're tied with this?"

  "Yes", Wonder Woman replied numbly.  She would have liked to 
deny it, but the golden rope controlled her, forcing her to answer 
truthfully.

"Well, lets get you a hat to go with your boots and this nice 
rope, and see how well you ride.  Come on."  Tugging on the rope, 
she lead the helpless heroine away.

At the end of the hall was a large room.  There were several 
cameras set up on one side.  The other side was set up like an old 
western saloon, and Wonder Woman had a dark premonition of who was 
going to be ridden, and who was going to mount her.

Again, she was surprised.  Her captor was as good as her word.  
She handed Wonder Woman a set of silver spurs, and a white Stetson 
hat, and ordered her to put them on.  While she was preparing, two 
men wheeled out a large, plastic horse, a "bucking bronco" ride 
like the ones found in country-western bars.

Wonder Woman had ridden horses on Paradise island, and in America 
around World War II, and knew that she could handle anything this 
electric replica could dish out.  But, she also recognized that 
she had been burned by her own overconfidence several times 
recently, so she waited to see what was in store.

"Just hop right up there, Wondy!", came the command, and the 
Amazing Amazon was forced to obey.  With a single super-leap, she 
sprang into the saddle, landing like the expert she was.

"Whew, looks like our old bronco might be overmatched.  Maybe we 
should retire him to stud service, huh?"  The joke wasn't lost on 
the camera crew, who laughed and grinned at the crude humor.  
"Take these, and put them where they belong, ok WW?", came the 
command.

Wonder Woman would have recoiled in shock at what she was handed, 
if the lasso had allowed it.  In her hands were two vibrating 
dildoes, one slightly smaller than the other.  "What do you want 
me to do with these?" she asked with a feeling of impending doom.

"I want you to put the big one up your big hole, and the little 
one up your little hole", came the jovial reply.

Choosing to misunderstand, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and 
started to slip the larger vibrator inside.  The crew laughed at 
the sight of the famous beauty giving head to a sex-toy.

"That's not what I meant, Wondy", the cowgirl ordered, "though it 
does look nice an nasty when you do that.  So, now that you got it 
lubricated, put it down between your legs, inside them stretchy 
pants o' yours, and slip it all the way in.  Then you put the 
other one into that nice, soft ass o yours, and we'll see how you 
ride."

Compelled to obey the humiliating order, Wonder Woman pressed the 
quivering member into her love tunnel, gasping at it's size and 
motion.  The second one was smaller, but the opening was tighter 
as well.  It played her puckered rectum at the very edge of pain, 
and protruded several inches.  As she settled her weight onto the 
saddle, the leather seat pressed both cocks into her, starting a 
buzz down there that ran without batteries.

The cowgirl adjusted the stirrups so that Wonder Woman wouldn't 
fall out of the saddle, but couldn't stand up out of it either, 
then looped the golden lasso around her prisoner's feet, securing 
her to the horse.

"Well, Wondy, it looks like we're ready.  Here's the rules of the 
game. I'm gonna run this horse for five minutes.  Every time you 
cum, I add five minutes.  When you can ride it to the end, we let 
you off."

  "Hey Bobby Sue", called one of the camera men, "We only have 
four hours of tape." This brought a wave of laughter from 
everyone, except Wonder Woman.

"Well", continued Bobby Sue, good naturedly, "I'll get things 
started.  First, though, you get a head start.  Get Horney!"

The force of the order coursed through the amazon's body and mind, 
and suddenly the vibrators inside her were impossible to ignore.  
An involuntary moan escaped her lips as passion washed through 
her.

"Hornier!" came the order, and again, the amazon was forced to 
obey.

Finally, with a "Ye Hah!", Bobby Sue turned on the mechanical 
horse.

Normally Wonder Woman could have ridden any horse, real or not, 
into the ground.  Her amazon strength and endurance were more than 
a match for any equine, be it flesh or steel.  But this tested a 
different type of endurance, and the commands she had received 
weakened her resolve.  As the horse bucked, it drove the vibrators 
deep into Wonder Woman's body, alternating them front and back.  
She struggled to move with the beast, to halt the assault on her 
virtue and her sanity, but Bobby Sue kept changing the pace of the 
tireless machine. After less than a minute, the Princess of 
Paradise Island was at the edge of climax, fighting it every inch 
of the way.  Suddenly the horse changed pace again, bouncing her 
straight up and down in the saddle, and driving both shafts home 
at once.  With an animal scream, Wonder Woman came, her back 
arching as the twin pistons drove her love engine past its limit.

Even though she had succumbed, the horse continued on, 
relentlessly, trying to bring her to extasy again.  And 
succeeding.  She felt it well up in her even as the first orgasm 
subsided.  Clenching her teeth, she tried to keep this one quiet, 
but failed.  Again, the huge dildo was driven into her love tunnel 
right to the hilt, and again she succumbed to the unaccustomed 
assault.  She came three times in rapid succession, each one 
bringing a scream of passion from her lips.  Just when she was 
about to cum again, the horse stopped.

  "Well, Wondy ma girl, you sure are a screamer.  And hot?  We 
haven't been at this two minutes, and already you're twenty 
minutes in the hole.  So, I'm gonna give you a break for a moment.  
And while we wait, tell me Wonder-bra, are those juggs real?  I 
bet they'll bounce real nice when the horse gets going. Take that 
thing off."  

The twin dildoes inside her made sure that she got no relief on 
her 'break', but they weren't as bad when the horse was still.  
Still, she was close to the edge, and they wouldn't let her rest.  
Slowly, she took off her top, trying to turn herself away from the 
jeering men, and their cameras.

  "You sure took your time with that.  But that's ok.  Now play 
with them things a bit.  Work em good.  Do it like you enjoy it."

  The Amazing Amazon clutched at her own tits, mashing and 
kneading them with both hands.  Compelled by the power of her 
golden bonds, she squeezed and twisted her nipples, trying to 
pleasure herself.  With the vibrators still working inside her, 
she quickly brought herself to the edge of orgasm, and with an 
animal scream, tumbled over it.

As she recovered from her latest bout with passion, she heard the 
her tormentor say, ³Hold on, WW.  I got just what you need, right 
here.²  Turning to Bobby Sue, Wonder Woman saw that the evil lady 
had more in mind for her.  She held two miniature lassos in her 
hands, tied from light string.  As Wonder Woman sat by helplessly, 
the nooses were tied onto her stiff nipples, then secured behind 
her neck, pulling the tips of her tits upwards.

Suddenly, a voice yelled, "Ride em, cowgirl!", and her mount leapt 
into motion. She tried to hold on, but the powerful machine again 
drove the quivering members deep into her pussy, and her tender 
ass.  And worse, now her own massive breasts were leaping unbound 
in response to the movement of the horse. Every swoop and bounce 
of the horse caused her tits to pull on the nipple-lines, tweaking 
them constantly.  Every rebound sent them almost into her face, 
making it hard to keep her balance. 

Wild horses couldn't have dragged her this low, but a mechanical 
horse had, and would soon force her into an insane series of 
orgasmic shocks that would render her all but mindless.  She felt 
it building, knew that it was coming, and she knew that the longer 
she fought it, the worse it would be.

Chapter 4

Only one thing saved her:  The men, standing around and laughing 
at her predicament.  Rage washed through the heroine, that she or 
any woman should be used as a toy for men's amusement.   Even 
though her body was being ravished by the twin shafts impaling 
her, and she was under orders to be horney, the anger washed over 
the passion, dwarfing it.  Bracing her legs against the 
unbreakable magical rope that bound them, she squeezed her knees 
together, like a wrestler doing a straight-leg scissors.  Sparks 
flew and smoke billowed as she crushed the steel and plastic horse 
to mechanical junk. With a lurching screech of protesting 
machinery, it ground to a halt.  She hadn't ridden this horse into 
the ground.  She had killed it.

"You killed my horse!", screamed Bobby Sue in the suddenly silent 
room.  "You fucking whore, you killed my horse!  You're going to 
pay for that!"  Grabbing the lasso that still bound the amazon, 
she shouted an order, "Cum, you bitch! Cum!  Again!  Harder.  
Harder!  Again.  Again"

Wonder Woman's superhuman body was rocked by the force of her 
climax, as wave after wave of orgasmic energy swept through her.  
Each orgasm tore away bits of her mind until her entire world had 
narrowed down to the voice that shouted orders at her, and the 
endless wave of sexual power that crashed through her, from the 
two dildoes still embedded in her all the way up her spine. Dimly, 
she heard someone telling the enraged woman to stop, and heard her 
reply, "I'm gonna make this bitch cum til she dies of it."  
Finally, the assault ended.

Gasping for breath, she looked to see what had stopped the 
madness.  It was Carlos, who had pulled the rope from Bobby Sue's 
hands.

"You can rebuild the horse", he told her sternly.  "She will pay 
for what she has done, but not that way."

Turning to the exhausted amazon, he spoke very gently.  "We have a 
rule, around here.  If you ruin a film, you have to make it up 
somehow.  Now, you owe my crew for their efforts.  Get on your 
hands and knees."

As Wonder Woman struggled to a kneeling position, under the 
compulsion of the lasso, she saw the camera crews moving towards 
her.  Some of the were loosening their belts.  "Great Hera", she 
thought.  "What are they going to do?"

Her fears were answered when Carlos peeled off her satin tights, 
removing the double dongs they had held in place.  Sternly, he 
informed her, "You are going to make my entire crew happy.  And, 
as each of them cums, you will cum.  And each time you climax, you 
will climax harder, longer, and better than the time before.  If 
you pass out before you are through, we will start over."

Wonder Woman looked at the crew, at least a dozen horny men, in 
despair.

She felt the first man enter her, doggy style.  As he started to 
pump his manhood into her slick sheath, she clenched her pussy 
muscles, trying to bring him off quickly.

  "Whooee, she's tight.", the man called in delight.  "never had 
one this good, virgin or not."  Grabbing at her tits with both 
hands, he rocked her back onto his shaft, grinding his rod deep 
inside her.

Wonder Woman felt the man pick up his pace, and felt an orgasm 
building inside her.  Dreading it, but unable to stop it, she felt 
the man stiffen and jerk, shooting his load inside her.  His 
passion was matched by her own, and her vagina clamped down on his 
cock, milking it for all it had.  And, even though she desperately 
wanted him out of her, her reaction locked him in place, his cock 
being no match for her inhuman strength.  He stayed, locked in her 
passionate prison until her own reaction subsided, before 
withdrawing and staggering to his feet.

Almost at once, she felt a second man mount her, giving her no 
chance to rest. This time she realized that, in bringing the man 
off quickly, she had forced the same on her own body.  She eased 
up on this man, hoping to buy herself some recovery time.

Suddenly, she saw another cock being thrust into her face.  Before 
she could protest, her head had been pulled back, and the massive 
member was forced into her mouth.

"Go on, suck it!", came the order, and once again the helpless 
heroine was forced to obey.  She began licking and sucking the 
shaft, from its furry base to the salty tip, trying her best to 
finish him off quickly.  She reasoned that, the more men she could 
satisfy with her mouth, the fewer rapes her tired pussy would have 
to endure.

Suddenly, she felt her body go into a double orgasm as both men 
came at once. She had forgotten that the men didn't have to cum 
inside her pussy to make her climax.  They just had to cum.  She 
tried to scream as the power ripped through her, her body in a 
spasm of unimaginable depth, but the cock in her mouth effectively 
corked her cries.

Slowly, she released her twin lovers, sagging in the aftershock of 
her orgasm. 

The next man was considerate enough to let her catch her breath.  
She found that she needed it.  He was huge, his glistening black 
cock nearly a foot in length and as big around as a small lemon.  
She felt her vaginal walls stretching as she received him.  Inch 
by inch, he worked himself inside her.  If she had been tight for 
the other man, she was all but impenetrable to this giant.  
Slowly, he began to pump, sliding the huge shaft a few inches into 
her, then backing it out a bit. Each stroke was a bit longer, and 
she felt her body responding once again.  The shaft working her 
love tunnel invoked a terrible mixture of pleasure and pain with 
each movement, a sensation she hated and loved at the same time.  
Finally, after ten long, slow strokes, he suddenly slammed his 
huge cock into her, all the way to the hilt.  She screamed as the 
sudden shock ripped through her, and she felt her orgasm building 
like a tidal wave.  By his third full stroke, she was ready to 
climax.  By his fifth, she was cumming, over and over again.  She 
realized in horror that this wasn't the power of the lasso forcing 
her to match his climax.  He wasn't close to climax.  This was her 
own tired, abused body satisfying itself on his massive shaft.

Finally, the two of them came together, the jerking of his cock 
matched by a roaring of blood in her ears, as she fought off 
unconsciousness.  When he finally withdrew, she collapsed onto her 
stomach, completely spent.

After several seconds she tried to get up again, the power of the 
lasso compelling her.  But this time she was held dow, and rolled 
onto her back.  A suitor straddled her midsection, slapping his 
cock in between her breasts.  Grabbing a massive gland in each 
hand, he pressed them together, compleatly enveloping his member 
in tit flesh, and began to pump.  Even as she stared at the red 
cock-head peeking in and out of her mounds, she felt her legs 
being spread, and she was penetrated again.

With a crt of pure animal lust, she came again, even as the man 
spewed streams of white cum onto her face.  The force of her 
orgasm made her vaginal muscled sontract, driving her other lover 
over the edge as well, and she was cought in another double 
orgasm.

As they dismounted, laughing at her, she tried to buy time by 
rolling over, and resuming her kneeling position.  Quickly, 
another man knelt in front of her, and again she was forced to 
swallow her pride and suck the man to climax.  This time, however, 
was worse.  The man who mounted her from behind had grabbed her 
plush ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and was trying to push 
himself into her tightly puckered asshole.  Desperately, she 
clenched her rear entry tight, dreading the command that she knew 
was coming, the order to let this man butt-fuck her.

But the order didn't come.  The man in her mouth did, and so did 
she, even harder than she had with the giant.  When she was 
finished, her would-be anal-assailant switched to the front, 
saving her from that additional indignity.

Finally, after an endless stream of mind-numbing orgasms, her body 
stiff and caked with slippery and dried sperm, the assault 
stopped.

Looking around the room, she saw the survivors of her one-woman 
orgy laying around, recovering slowly.  With no orders currently 
in effect, the incredible amazon slowly climbed to her feet, and 
began looking for her clothes.  Turning around, she saw Bobby Sue 
holding her outfit in one hand, and the end of the lasso in the 
other.  

Before she could think to shed the rope, she heard the 
order, "Cum, you bitch!  It's my turn now.  Cum, and keep on 
cumming until you can't!"

The world vanished in a stream of orgasmic shocks that washed her 
from where she was to heaven, hell, and oblivion.

Chapter 5


Every muscle in Wonder Woman's incredible body hurt.  That was the 
thought that accompanied wakefulness.  She was laying down again.  
It felt like the same cot she that this nightmare had started on.  
She started to sit up.

"Hold it", came the voice to her foggy brain.  "Just lay back and 
relax. You've had a *very* rough day."  She eased herself back 
down, not entirely sure why.  She knew the voice, and saw the face 
that matched when her vision cleared. It was Carlos.  He was 
holding the lasso in one hand, the other end still wrapped around 
her neck.

"Bobby Sue", he called.  "Get her secured.  It's not safe to leave 
her unchained." Wonder Womanıs wrists were drawn over her head, 
and once again she was bound to the bed with links of steel.

Once she was chained down, and Bobby Sue had left, her jailer 
spoke.  "You know", he said, gesturing with the rope in his hand, 
"If I had known the full power of this, we could have spared you 
all of that.  Tell me.  If I order you to forget all about this 
place, and everything that's happened here, would you forget. Even 
after the rope is removed?"

"Yes", came the forced reply.

With an evil grin, he pulled the cord tight around the amazon's 
neck.  "I like that.  In fact, I like it so much, I'm going to 
keep it.  We can use it on any girl, make her think that she 
agreed to be in our little films.  Hell, I could use it to get 
some real actresses.  Big names, you know.  The kind that would 
never come close to a business like ours.  And I have you to 
thank.  I think I'll celebrate."  Holding the cord between them, 
so Wonder Woman could easily see it, he commanded her:  "Get 
horney.  You will continue to grow hornier and hornier, no matter 
what, until you have satisfied me completely.  Your own body will 
teach you.  When a man makes you an offer, you say yes!  I offer 
you love. When you are ready for it, you must ask me nicely.  You 
must say 'Please fuck me master.'"

Again, Wonder Woman's body responded to the power of the golden 
cord.  She groaned as the feelings mounted in her.  Still, her 
will was undimmed.  "I will never call you, or any man 'Master'.  
Never of my own free will."

Carlos laughed, and pulled her bustier down and away, peeling it 
off of her sweat drenched body.  Bending over his helpless 
prisoner, he began to tongue her cherry-hard nipples, sucking on 
the massive glands

Wonder Woman tried to drive the lust that began in her vagina 
away, but couldn't.  The man's hands on her, his tongue flicking 
her rigid pink nipples, were adding fuel to the fire, making her 
torment even worse.  She knew that she would lose this battle.  
She knew that, in this situation, her superhuman body was not an 
asset.  Her mind had to be her weapon, and she had to use it, 
while she still had a mind to use.

Wonder Woman's breathing came in gasping moans, and she arched her 
back, thrusting her tits into the face of her captor, trying in 
vain to get more stimulus.  He laughed, and slid his hand down 
between her thighs, stroking her pussy lips through the thin 
fabric.

"Rub me", moaned the passionate prisoner.  "Rub me harder.  I need 
to cum. Please, I want you between my legs. "  Scissoring her 
knees as far apart as her bonds would allow, she levered her hips 
into the air, trying to increase the friction between her pussy 
and his fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck you?", he asked eagerly?

"Yes!" she answered decisively.

If the day had been hard on Wonder Woman, it had been at least as 
hard on Carlos.  She had been forced to climax over twenty times, 
but he had watched and participated, without any release of his 
own.  He was, if anything, even hornier than she was.  Fumbling in 
his jeans, he got the keys out and released the chains on her 
ankles.  With a single motion, he pulled her satin panties down to 
her feet, and off.  Instantly, the amazon spread her legs as wide 
as she could, inviting him in.

Dropping his own pants, he practically dove into the valley of her 
thighs, set to drive his own manhood home.

Suddenly, Wonder Woman raised her legs, wrapping them around his 
waist, and pulling him in close.  She felt his cock tickling the 
crack of her ass, but she couldn't afford to care.  Locking her 
ankles together, she squoze. He struggled like an animal in a bear 
trap as the force of the grip drove the wind from him.  He tried 
to order her to release him, but no sound emerged from his lips.

For a moment, she considered her torturer's fate, thinking of the 
mechanical horse that had died in this same hold.  She resisted 
the temptation.  "You made a mistake.", Wonder Woman explained to 
her struggling prey, as she easily tore the manacles from her 
wrists.  "You had Bobby Sue chain me.  I only lose my strength 
when a man chains my wrists.  If you hadn't told me to lay back 
and relax, I would have taken you apart as soon as I got up.".  
Quickly, Wonder Woman removed the golden lasso from her neck, and 
wrapped it around the thrashing, breathless man she held.

Releasing the crushing grip of her legs, she ordered the man, 
"Hold still. Now, you are going to learn a few lessons. First, you 
are going to forget that you ever saw me naked, that you ever had 
me as your prisoner.  You will remember only that you tried to 
capture me, and failed.  And another thing. From this day forward, 
whenever you hurt or humiliate anyone, you will feel the same pain 
yourself.  And when a woman gives you an order, you say Yes!"  
Wonder Woman had been getting dressed as she spoke, dictating a 
serious attitude adjustment for the sex-slaver.  "Now, go to 
sleep.  When you awaken, you will have forgotten this 
conversation, but you will obey these orders."

The handsome man swooned, forced to forgetful sleep by the power 
of the rope. Quickly, Wonder Woman moved across the room to the 
camera, removing and crushing the film she found within.

Once again, she was dressed to kill, and ready to kick butt.  This 
time, however, she moved cautiously.  The last thing she needed 
was overconfidence. Slowly, she moved from room to room.  The 
second room held three of the camera men.

  "Hey", one of them called.  "It's Wonder Bunns.  Hey babe, wanna 
fuck some more?"

  To her own surprise, Wonder Woman said, "Yes."  Carlos had 
ordered her to say yes to any offer made to her by a man, and she 
was still bound by that order. She watched in dread as the men 
cleared off the table where they had been playing cards, waiting 
for her to become their sex-toy once again.

But Wonder Woman just stood there, uncertain.  She had been 
ordered to say "Yes", but there the order ended.  She didn't have 
to actually accept the offer, she just had to say she would.  As 
soon as she realized this, she moved. Grabbing the table with both 
hands, she swung it like a bat, sweeping all three men up in her 
fury and slamming them into a wall.  None of them moved. Quickly, 
she set to work with the rope, learning where the films and photos 
were kept, and forcing forgetfulness on them.

Quickly now, the Amazing Amazon moved through the maze of rooms 
and hallways, going directly to the film lab.  Four men were 
there, waiting for copies of the prints.  They never knew what hit 
them.  Normally Wonder Woman would have shown some restraint, 
using only enough force to stop an opponent.  This time, however, 
she had to be quiet and quick.  She needed to catch everyone, 
before they could get away.

Once the men were subdued, she stuffed each tape, each roll of 
film into a canvas sack, with the lab technician helping her 
account for each cannister and reel.  Then he, and the others, 
learned forgetfulness.

Somewhere in the process, she heard a cry, and knew that her 
escape had been discovered.  No more time for subtlety.

The Amazon Avenger swept through the secluded studio like the 
wrath of a goddess, smashing through walls, ripping doors from 
their frames, leaving a trail of shattered debris and unconscious 
people in her wake.

It the last room, she found Bobby Sue, hiding behind the partially 
rebuilt remains of the mechanical horse.  The horse's body was 
still a wreck, but the base hadn't been as badly damaged, and 
looked like it might still function.  The carcass of the mount had 
been removed, leaving two steel pipes sticking upright, each as 
thick as a human wrist.

Bobby Sue dodged around the base, headed for the door.  With a 
single toss of the rope, Wonder Woman brought her to a halt.

Wonder Woman spoke to the captive girl, anger making her voice 
shake as she said, "I have spent my career facing down animals 
like those out there.  Men who consider women property, or worse, 
toys.  They are stupid and cruel.  But you.  You help them turn 
other women into sex objects, destroying their lives and their 
humanity.  How can you?"

Looking remarkably unruffled, Bobby Sue replied, "A girl has got 
to make a living. And I'm an equal opportunity abuser.  I do men 
too."  Then, with a smile, she told the furious heroine, "You 
can't arrest us, can you.  You don't want to go into court, and 
let people see the films of you and your little ride in the cunt-
ry.  I heard you were telling the others to forget.  You can make 
me forget, but you can't forget yourself, can you?  And you can't 
even put us in jail."

Looking at the twin pistons of the horse, an evil, insane idea 
entered Wonder Woman's mind.  Turning her prisoner to face the 
remains of the hideous device, she asked, "How would you like to 
ride your horse, right now?"  With a savage pull, she ripped the 
skin-tight pants from her prisoner, leaving her standing, stripped 
from the waist down.

"Wait a minute.", the half naked woman yelled.  "You can't put me 
on that thing.  You can't do this.  You can't!"

Tugging the lasso tight, the amazon smiled a grim smile and 
replied, "Yes I can."  Leading her helpless prisoner over to the 
horse, she pulled the two shafts closer together, so they might 
both fit in the same woman.  Then, turning towards her prisoner, 
she issued the command:  "Sleep!"

Instantly, the woman collapsed into unconsciousness.  As she 
slept, Wonder Woman murmured instructions to her.  "When you 
awaken, you will be very sore, as if you had been forced to ride 
those two poles.  You will not remember me, or these orders, or 
this conversation.  Instead, you will remember Tony and Carlos 
forcing you to ride the horse until it broke.  You will be so 
angry with them that you will turn them over to the police, and 
shut down this entire pornography ring.  And any time in the 
future, when you see someone being hurt, humiliated, or abused, 
you will feel the same pain, the same shame that they do." Do you 
understand me?

The sleeping woman murmured "Yes", and Wonder Woman knew that she 
was finished here.  She had been tempted to become what she most 
hated, and had defeated that temptation.  The criminals would go 
to jail for what they had done.  Those were the rules of the game.

All that was left to Wonder Woman was her own healing.  She found 
herself staring at the steel shafts, and the half naked girl, and 
realized that she had almost abused this woman, and that the 
thought was making her horney.  In fact, she felt the passion 
slowly rising, even now that the situation was over.

Her hand drifted to her own crotch, and she began to finger 
herself absently as she tried to clear her mind.  She sat down, 
reaching into her pants, and began to work herself harder, trying 
to rid her mind and body of these desires. Overworked muscles 
tried to respond, to make her climax again, but couldn't. The pain 
forced her to stop, but the need persisted.

In horror, she realized that she had been given one more order.  
Carlos had ordered her to get horney, and keep getting hornier 
until she had satisfied him.  Pulling her hand away with an act of 
will, she resolved to find some way out, that didn't involve 
playing the rapist's game.  She prayed to Aphrodite and Hera for 
strength.

* * * *

Mists closed in over the pool, obscuring the vision of the amazon 
heroine that it had held.

"Well, Hera, it looks like I won the bet.  Your champion yielded 
to passion."

"No, you lost, Aphrodite.  Her surrender was forced by the lasso, 
and can't be held against her.  In the end, she won, rescued her 
dignity, and sent the criminals to justice.  I won."

"Yet she came to passion when the well endowed man embraced her, 
independent of the lasso's power.", replied the love goddess.

"But she wouldn't have even been in that position, save for the 
magic of the lasso."  Eyeing her fellow goddess, she spoke again.  
"Lets call this one a draw."

With a wave of her hand, Hera, the amazon patron, set in motion 
the process that would heal her champion's mind and body.  Wonder 
Woman had forged one half of a new reality, the illusion that her 
adventure had never happened.  Hera forged the other half, 
absolving Wonder Woman of the wounds and memories as well.

"I'll get her next time.", challenged the Goddess of Love.

"Youıre on.  What are the rules, this time?"  And the game was set 
in motion once again.

* * * * *
End
