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Archive name: Wonder_W.txt [M/F, spank, fetish bond)
Authors name: Steve
Story Title : WONDER WOMAN COMES
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This story has sexual situations discribed throughout.
This story should only be viewed by consenting adults.
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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
tug mboat, offended her sense of smell. She wrinkled
her nose and kept moving. Wonder Woman's foot steps
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 crimimnal 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 am very specific,
chemical compound, used in manufacturing. Such chem-
icals are stored in only one place in the city, Ware-
house 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. Sud-
denly 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 ome 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. Sommoning 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 erself 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 dis-
oriented, 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 weak-
ness 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, mall 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 in-
serted 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. Par-
tially 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 step-
ped 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 ass muscles 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 in-
serted 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! —mSWAT! 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 canis-
ters. 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 rubbing. It
was just too much for her. Wonder Woman began to 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 mag-
nificent 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 him-
self, 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 dur-
ing 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 had'nthit 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 clos-
ing the door behind him. He knew that she would be a
different Wonder Woman when he returned in the morning.
THE END?????????