W A R N I N G
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WONDER WOMAN in SLAVE TRAINING
The early morning mist rising from the dark river,
obscured her vision. The stench of garbage, coming from
the row of rusty barges awaiting the harbor tugboat,
offended her sense of smell. She wrinkled her nose and
kept moving. Wonder Woman's footsteps were light as
she made her way through a mazelike jumble of castoff
crates and assorted pieces of junk. As she moved, she
thought to herself of what a suitable place this was for a
criminal who called himself The Packrat. The mist began
to clear somewhat, allowing her to see her destination,
Warehouse 28.
As she approached, she ran over in her mind, all the
clues that led her here. First there was the series of
robberies that only had one connection. A picture of a
Packrat was found at each crime scene. Naturally the
papers dubbed the thief, the Packrat Bandit. Her next clue
was a tip about the next robbery. The clue was false. It led
her away from the real target. However the paper the clue
was written on had a peculiar odor. It was the scent of a
very specific, chemical compound, used in manufacturing.
Such chemicals are stored in only one place in the city,
Warehouse 28. Wonder Woman didn't have time to notify
the Police. She was certain that he would move his
hideout, after the big score his false clue had got for him.
The warehouse had a large sliding door in front and a
smaller door to the right. There was a window to the left of
the small door. Wonder Woman crept up to the window
and looked inside. She could see that the warehouse was
nearly empty. She saw that there was a loading door in the
back and it was open. Suddenly a light went on in the back
of the warehouse, near the office. It illuminated a van
parked inside with it's side doors open. Inside the van,
Wonder Woman could make out some boxes. Then a
man came out of the office and went to the van and closed
the doors. Then he got out some keys and moved around
the van to the drivers side. Wonder Woman wasted no
more time. She tried the small door and found it locked.
Taking a couple of steps back, she lunged forward,
throwing her amazonian strength against the door. It flew
apart in splinters, as she burst into the warehouse. The
door must have been very weak. Her momentum carried
her into the warehouse a good five steps. The last one and
a half steps were into a twenty foot deep pit. Wonder
Woman tried, but was unable to control her landing. Her
breath was knocked out of her when she landed. Other
than that she was unhurt. She relaxed as best she could
and took a very deep breath to steady herself. Then she
got her legs under her and prepared to spring out of the
pit. It was then that her vision began to blur and her
balance began to waver. She realized that there must be
some sort of gas in the bottom of the pit. Summoning her
last reserves of strength, she sprang for the top of the pit.
To her credit she almost made it. Her fingers dug into the
dirt at the edge of the opening. Straining for all she was
worth, she tried to pull herself out. It was no use. The
blackness of unconsciousness closed down on her
awareness until her mind was as dark as the pit she slid
back into.
It was pain that awoke her. Pain like a red-hot knife tore
through the fog shrouding her mind. She felt that her arms
were being torn from her body. Still disoriented, she soon
realized that her arms were tied by the wrists behind her,
and that the rope was attached to a ringbolt set in the wall
behind her. Her body was slumped forward, so her weight
was pulling on her arms. She adjusted her position and
found that she had to stand upright in order to take the
strain off her arms. Her wrists, she discovered, were tied
together with her own magic lasso. A man must have done
it, because her amazonian strength was gone. She knew
she was helpless unless she could free her wrists. She
tried to move her feet and found that her ankles had been
shackled to either wall of the room by thick chains
attached to ringbolts set in the walls. Her feet were spread
about five feet apart. She knew she could only stand and
wait.
She looked around her prison as best she could. She
was in a room about 20 feet by 20 feet by 10 feet. The
walls were cinder block. The floor was cement and the
ceiling was tiled with acoustical tiles and overhead light
panels. There was one door, and it was made of metal.
Wonder Woman wondered which one of her many,
mighty, enemies did this to her. Leopard Lady, Circe, Toy
Man, it did not matter. She knew they would soon come to
her and gloat. Then she could look for a weakness and
attack. However, no one showed up. Hour after hour she
stood there. Her mind going over and over the endless
possibilities of what was to come, and how she would deal
with it. In time she grew tired and needed to sleep, But she
knew that if she did her body would slump forwards and
her arms would suffer excruciating pain again, thus waking
her up. She was truly trapped. Hour after hour this went
on. More and more did. Wonder Woman grow tired, until
at length she could stand it no longer. With a cry of
frustration, she fought at her bonds. She heaved and
strained against the chains holding her legs. She bulged
the muscles in her arms and pulled and twisted, trying to
get loose from the ropes tied tightly around her wrists.
After 15 minutes of this she sagged in her bonds in
exhaustion.
The next thing she knew, she heard the door opening.
A man entered and closed the door behind him. He was
an ordinary looking man. He looked to be in his late forties
or early fifties. It was hard to tell. He was balding on top
with gray hair on the sides and back. He had a pepper
gray moustache which rode over a pair of full lips. His eyes
were brown and looked hard and cold. He was not in very
good shape. His stomach was more paunchy than fat and
his arms were not very muscular looking. He
looked......ordinary. This upset Wonder Woman. She had
been expecting a well built, evil, villain, instead she got
this, this ordinary man. She found her voice and
commanded him to let her go. He just stood there, looking
at her. He slowly moved his eyes up and down, all over
her lush, perfect, body. His eyes lingered on her breasts,
the way her bodies position made them thrust out so
boldly. Wonder Woman caught herself blushing under his
intent gaze. She shook her head and regained her
composure and demanded once again to be set free. He
smiled at her, an evil leering smile, and stepped forwards.
When he was a foot in front of her he stopped, and looked
into her eyes. She asked him to release her, no longer
demanding. He smiled once more and reached out and
grasped the top front of her costume and viciously yanked
it down. Wonder Woman gasped in shock. Never before
had anyone dared do this to her. Even the most evil of
villains, when they had her in their clutches, did not do
this. He stared at her naked breasts for a moment,
enjoying the way they danced and jiggled when released
from their confinement. Then he reached
around behind her and undid her costume top and let it fall
to the floor. Then he took a step back and admired her
breasts. He reveled in their beauty. Twin mounds of
perfection, riding high and proud on her torso. Full,
rounded, smooth textured tits, with a creamy color that
contrasted nicely with the soft pink nipples riding high on
them. He smiled slightly as he noticed her nipples were
getting a bit stiff. As he reached out to touch them she
called him a rapist. She told him that he was nothing but a
filthy beast. He paused when she said that, and then
continued. His fingers touched her breasts with a light
gentle touch. He moved his hands all over those big,
beautiful tits of hers. He liked the feel of them. His fingers
pressed and petted, and stroked them, all the while
enjoying how warm and resilient the skin was as he
fondled them. He payed close attention to her nipples. He
squeezed and pinched and rolled them between his
fingers. As he did, they grew in size, getting longer and
harder, and her breath got shorter and shorter. In spite of
herself, Wonder Woman was beginning to respond to his
ministrations. It was at that point that he removed his
hands from her. When she looked up at him through eyes
that registered her uncertainty, he spanked her left tit with
the open palm of his right hand, quickly followed by a
spank to her right tit. Wonder Woman cried out in pain and
shock. The man (after watching her tits dance from the
force of the blows) looked into her eyes and saw a look of
surprise and ----- betrayal??? He looked at her nipples and
saw that they were even harder and bigger than before.
He smiled again, delighted by her reaction.
He went outside the room and returned with a ladder,
which he set it up in front of her. He then climbed the
ladder and removed a ceiling tile. Next he lowered a pulley
that was attached to the ceiling by a ringbolt. Then he got
down and removed the ladder. He then moved around
behind her. She tried to follow him with her eyes, but it put
too much strain on her arms. She felt him untying the rope
attached to the wall. She thought he was going to release
her. She was wrong. He untied the rope and then lifted it
up and ran it through the pulley causing, Wonder
Woman's arms to rise to a painful position. She found
herself compelled to bend forward at the waist in order to
remove the strain on her arms. When she was bent
parallel to the floor he tied off the rope.
Wasting no time, he stepped forward and inserted his
fingers under the waistband of her blue and white star
spangled costume bottom and slowly pulled them down.
Time seemed frozen for Wonder Woman in those next few
moments. It seemed an eternity as the material slid down
her naked ass. She could feel herself being made naked
by him. Cool air licked at her skin as soon as it was
exposed. She had never felt so helpless, so humiliated. As
for her captor, his eyes drank in the sight of the great
Wonder Woman's ass stripped naked before him. He
stopped pulling down her costume bottom when it was
about six inches or so below her asscheeks. He stepped
back and admired the sight. If her tits were beautiful, her
ass was indescribable. Lush, full, rounded, white mounds
of assflesh. Not too big, yet not too muscular. A deep
shadowy groove ran between her nates, defining the
perfect separation of her asscheeks, and enticing as a
place of wild sexual abandon. Partially hidden by her
cheeks and her costume bottom was her pussy. A dark
tangle of hidden delights.
The man put such thoughts from him and stepped
slightly to his left. He then placed his left hand on the small
of Wonder Woman's back. With his right hand, he began
to stroke and fondle her naked ass. His hand roved
continually over her satiny skin. Pressing, probing,
rubbing, stroking, grabbing, petting, always gently, yet
firmly, his fingers were everywhere on her ass. He
marveled at the way her asscheeks sprang back when he
squeezed them. He even probed between her cheeks.
This brought a hiss of dismay from Wonder Woman. She
had been silent ever since he had slapped her breasts.
She vowed to herself not to utter a sound no matter what
he did to her. Already her vow was broken. He kept up the
fondling for some time. At first she resisted him. She kept
her assmuscles bunched up tight whenever he touched
her. After awhile of being gently fondled, and stroked, she
began to relax. She was tired and she needed to relax.
Before long, the man, felt her muscles grow loose and her
cheeks became more pliable. Suddenly he found he was
able to open her asscheeks and to press his fingers into
her crack and even gently probe her anus. He smiled as
he wet his middle finger and inserted it into her asshole. A
hiss of breath escaped her lips. He watched as his finger
slowly disappeared up inside her ass. The crinkly looking,
brown and pink colored skin of her asshole, tightly
wrapped his finger with it's warmth, as he sank it all the
way into her. Then he began to move it slowly in and out of
her asshole. Wonder Woman let out a moan of pleasure
as he finger fucked her ass. The man knew she was
ready, he knew it was time to begin.
"S-S-S-M-M-ACK-K!!!!!" His right hand slammed into
her right buttock. "SPANK!" He slapped her left cheek.
Two hard crisp spanks that sent her asscheeks to wiggling
and jiggling seductively. The man was in heaven.
"SPANK! SMACK! SWAT! SPANK! SPANK!" His hand
rose and fell, happily spanking Wonder Woman's naked
ass. He had dreamed of doing this for a long time. He had
studied her carefully. He noticed that inspite of her
amazing powers, she was easy to capture. He also noted
that almost the moment her life was threatened she would
escape and turn the tables on her captors. He became
convinced that if she were captured, under the right
circumstances, she could be dealt with. He believed,
Wonder Woman had the potential to be trained as a slave.
That is why he planted the false clue. He knew that she
was after the Packrat, and that she would follow the clue.
He was certain she would analyze the paper once she had
discovered the clue was false. He placed the chemical on
the paper himself, knowing she would trace it to the
warehouse. The trap was a simple matter. A pit had
already been dug to store used chemical canisters. All he
had to do was extend the pit a bit and fill the bottom with a
powerful knockout gas. She did the rest. Now she would
pay for her rashness. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK
!SPANK!" On and on went the spanking. His hand rose
and fell, seemingly as tireless as a machine. He avoided
getting into a rhythm and paced himself so as to make the
spanking last. Above all else, he had to make the
spanking last.
Wonder Woman was mortified. "SPANK! SPANK!"
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Captured,
tied up and made helpless, stripped of her costume and
now, "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" she was being spanked
like a little girl. How could this happen?
"SPANK!" She wondered why the man said nothing
through all this. "SPANK!" He did not gloat like the other
villains in her life, or taunt her. He just smiled. She was
convinced her life was in no danger, "SPANK! SPANK!"
but that was small compensation for what was happening
to her. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" His hand, it wouldn't
stop. Spank after spank, no rhythm or pattern, nothing to
brace against. "SPANK!" Sometimes the spanks were
delivered with a pause "SPANK!" between them, then he
would deliver a series of spanks in rapid fire fashion.
"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" It was
maddening. It also, "SPANK!" after awhile, began to really
hurt. At first the spanks were humiliating but not very
painful. She had been hurt a lot worse. Now though,
"SPANK!" the spanks were starting to really sting. She just
couldn't take it anymore. She had to cry out her anguish
and so she did.
As her cries of pain filled the room the man smiled and
continued the spanking. He knew it would be over soon.
He decided to change tactics a bit. He delivered a stinging
slap to her right cheek and then he began to rub her
asscheeks. His hands moved all over her burning, flaming
red bottom. He did this for just a moment then he spanked
her again. Then he rubbed her again. "SPANK! Rub.
SPANK! Rub. SPANK! Rub." He kept this up varying the
length of time he rubbed her ass and the number and type
of spanks he delivered. In time it had the desired effect.
When he started to rub her naked ass Wonder Woman
began to feel something strange. It started deep down
inside of her. At first it was a small sensation, but as he
continued it began to grow. It wasn't long before she
recognized what the feelings were. She was horrified. She
tried to fight them but they were too strong. She had
denied herself for too long. She was becoming sexually
aroused. Sweat began to stream down her forehead as
she tried to stop the onrush of emotions. She felt herself
starting to let go. She clamped her mouth and bit her
tongue, trying to keep from voicing her arousal. She began
to shake all over with the effort. The man saw this and
grinned openly. He knew success was at hand. Just one
more change of tactic. He moved closer to her side and
faced towards the back of the room. Then he delivered a
series of stinging slaps to her pussy, followed by some
rubbing of her warm, wet, slit. He alternated back and
forth, spanking and rubbing, spanking and 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 magnificent sight. The man thought she might
break her bonds from all her exertions.
When she finally subsided and hung slack in her
bonds, the man was left breathless. Composing himself,
he left the room. He came back in a few minutes and he
was pushing a TV set with a VCR on top. He placed the
set in front of Wonder Woman and plugged it in.
Then he turned it on and hit play on the VCR. There on
the screen Wonder Woman couldn't believe what she
saw. She saw herself awaking inside of this room. She
saw herself trying to escape. She saw the man enter and
begin to torment her. He had recorded all of it. He just
stood there and watched it with her. He noted her
reactions to the tape. At first she was appalled, and kept
closing her eyes. Then in time she began to watch the
screen. After awhile she began to grow excited. He saw
how her hips began to sway at certain moments during the
tape, and how her nipples began to get hard once more.
When the tape finished it began to rewind. She asked him,
in a shaky voice, if he was going to blackmail her with the
tape. He just smiled and looked once more to the TV. To
her horror the tape started again. He had done nothing, he
hit no remote, nor pressed any button, yet the tape was
playing again. She begged him to turn it off. He just smiled
and left the room closing the door behind him. He knew
that she would be a different Wonder Woman when he
returned in the morning.
THE END?????????
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