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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 
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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 2

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.  

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 Hera 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, anticipation 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.

End of Chapter 2



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