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Wonder Woman: The Rules of the Game
Prologue:

What is it about Wonder Woman that fascinates us so?  Is it her 
strength?  Her independence?  Her mission?  Her bust size?  Hmmm 
we may be on to something there.  

When Wonder Woman first appeared in the comics, she was ahead of 
her time.  Nobody had heard of Women廣 Lib, and a woman廣 place 
was definitely in the home.  She defied all of that, and in so 
doing she became the feminine fantasy that we all know and lust 
after.  A woman of indisputable beauty who can only know love if 
it is forced on her.  Her weakness, the thing that robs her of her 
powers, is to be put in bondage.  Tell me, was this lady created 
for male fantasies, or what?

In this story, I have mixed the typical bad-to-worse story line 
that these fantasies follow with the classic comic genre.  I have 
to warn you, she does get away in the end.  If she didn廠, we 
wouldn廠 be able to tell more stories about her, would we?

Disclaimer:
This story contains material of a sexual nature, and depicts 
graphic nudity, sex, and adult situations.  If you are below the 
legal age to view such materials, please stop now.  If you object 
to either sexual situations, or the depiction of cultural icons 
like Wonder Woman in such situations, stop reading now.  If you 
choose to disregard this warning, you are about average.

Wonder Woman is trademarked and copyrighted by Detective Comics.  
Any commercial use of the name or likeness without the expressed 
written consent of DC is a violation of US Copyright law.  Feel 
free to archive this for your personal use, but do not distribute, 
and do not charge for its use.

This being my first multi-part, full length story,all comments are 
welcome.  E-Mail: thkbear@earthlink.net

Wonder Woman: The Rules of the Game 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 didn廠 
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.  That廣 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.  

End of Chapter 1



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