Wonder Woman

Vs

The Dark Lady

Chapter 1

It was sunny and the gold eagle of her breast plate sparkled, even in the black and white photo. Raven black hair held away from her face by a tiara. Slowly she sat on the bed. A small note was paper-clipped to the photos.

Don’t come as Wonder Woman. No cops. Nobody else.

Ask for Colleen.

Tonight 8:30."

There wasn’t much she could do to prepare for the bar. Diana dressed as a civilian; dark blue dress, with a mans overcoat and hat. Normally she wouldn’t go near a place like McClinty’s unless she was in costume, with the golden belt of strength firmly around her waist. Diana thought breifly of bringing a gun, but decided against it. She hated guns and what they did, and using one now would be giving into cowardice and hypocrisy. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of stale bear and old sweat and stale men. The bartender pointed her to a booth in the back when she asked for Colleen.

"Who are you?" Diana asked. Colleen was wearing an overcoat but in the dim light it was impossible to tell anymore than that.

"Colleen Everheart." the woman said, sipping her beer. Her voice was cold, almost flat with no accent. "Drink up, if you don’t people will talk."

"I have the..." Diana started to produce the envelope.

"Don’t say what you got in here." Colleen interrupted her. "You do and neither of us will make it out a' here alive."

Diana said nothing for a moment, taking a sip from her beer.

"After you finish the beer we’ll go get what you want." Colleen said. "After that we never see each other."

"How did you get those photo’s?" Diana demanded.

"Pure luck." Colleen said. "When I heard the sirens I ran into the alley, got there just ahead of you."

"With a camera?" Diana demanded.

"I like pictures." the other woman said with a quick little smile. She tossed some money on the table. "Come on."

Diana finished her beer and followed the woman out. Colleen led them north two blocks to a waiting car. It was a dark sedan, old but well cared for. Colleen opened the door and got in, motioning for Diana to do likewise. Diana got in and they started to drive. That was the last thing she remembered before the world went black.

When Diana awoke it was the hauntingly familiar sensation of being bound. Ever since she had become Wonder Woman there had been many times Diana had been knocked out only to wake up in bondage. It was fortunate, she often reflected, that men of evil simply didn’t kill her. Diana tested the bonds before she opened her eyes. She was spread out on a bed, solidly bound with leather cuffs, not rope. Naked. Diana opened her eyes and looked around. It was a studio room, the bedroom separated from the living room and kitchen by a beaded curtain. Diana was bound to a shiny brass bed set across from a window. Through the curtains she could see the lights of the capitol dome. To her left was a door that led into a large closet and beside that a door that led to a bathroom. A floor lamp next to the bed illuminated that area, on the other side of the beads another floor lamp gave enough light to read by. Colleen sat on the couch, reading the paper. Though Diana was careful not to make any sound the woman looked up.

"Nice to see you're awake." Colleen said, putting the book down and walking over to her. She was wearing a blue bathrobe. The beads clacked as she eased them aside.

"Why did you do this?" Diana asked. For the first time she could see Colleen clearly. The woman was shorter than Diana by almost a foot. She was broader as well, with square set shoulders. Curly red hair reached past her shoulders. Her face was attractive without the shadows caused by the candle. Still sharp and full of angles, but softer.

"I needed to see if you had that suit on, and I didn’t want you twirling." Colleen said. "But those ain’t the only reasons."

"What do you want? Are you a nazi?"

"Honey if I was you wouldn’t be here." Colleen sat down the bed. "I’m a business woman, I want you to work for me."

"Doing what?"

"Acquiring stuff, valuable stuff."

"You want me to steal?" Diana asked, astonishment plain in her voice.

Colleen nodded.

"Let me lay it out for you." she said, lighting a cigarette. "I got copies of that film hidden in a lot o’places, and I got it set up the right way. If I go for any of them because of that magic rope of yours the others will go to the papers."

"The war department will never let them be printed." Diana said, though in her heart she wasn’t sure.

"Mexican papers." Colleen said, offering Diana a puff on the cigarette. She bristled slightly at the look on Diana’s face.

"Coll, you in there?" The voice was loud and rough, accompanied by a heavy knock on the door. Before Diana could say anything Colleen had grabbed a ball gag from the dresser and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Be right there." she called. Putting she cigarette down she loosened her robe as she hurried to the door. Diana watched helplessly as she opened it. A short man with a swarthy complexion walked into the room.

"What’s up?" he asked. "You ain’t..." he stopped, catching sight of Diana. The bound heroine felt herself break out into a cold sweat.

"I got a special." Colleen said, walking over to her purse. She pulled Diana’s money out and handed it too him.

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"All night." Colleen said.

The man looked at the money and then walked over to the bed. Diana froze, her fear not feigned. The man was short with greasy black hair and dark eyes. His nose was flat, as if it had been broken many times. He wore a suit, but it looked as worn as himself. He stood by the bed and looked at her. Diana was surprised by the look of sadness that came over his face.

"It’s none o’ my business lady but you should get some help." he said, reaching down he fondled one of her breast. "A girl like you is made for guys."

Mixed feelings of indignation and relief filled Diana as he walked back toward Colleen.

"Here." he said, handing her a hundred-dollar bill. "Take tomorrow night off."

"Thanks Joey." Colleen said, following her to the door. He turned back and took another look at Diana.

"Shame." he muttered, then left.

Colleen put the money in her purse and went back over to Diana.

"Don’t scream." she said, pausing as she took hold of the gag. "That’s why I had to tie you up, never could have convinced Joey you weren’t a customer."

"You're a prostitute!" Diana gasped as the ball gag was pulled out of her mouth.

Colleen responded with an odd little smile and let her robe fall open.

"Yea, so what?"

"You sell your body to men for money." Diana looked at her astonished. "How could you lower yourself so far?"

"You don’t like sex?"

A cloud passed over Diana’s face and Colleen’s expression softened.

"You don’t do ya."

"My experiences with men have not been pleasant." Diana said, her voice controlled. "They were vicious, uncaring brutes."

"You mean they raped you." Colleen leaned over and brushed a hair from Diana’s face. "Honey that’s not sex, that’s men being mean."

"And your men are different?" Diana demanded.

"Damn right. They get mean with me Joey get’s mean with them." She gestured to the leather restraints. "Oh I play a few games now and then, "specials" I call’em. But it’s harmless."

"But you do it for money!" Diana insisted.

There was a brief flash of fire in Colleens eyes, but then she saw the look of naivete on Diana’s face.

"Everybody does something for money."

"I don’t."

"You don’t get paid at the end of the week?"

"I work at the war department so I can be where I am most needed." Diana said. "The money I get allows me to live in this world, but I seek no great wealth from the job."

"Regular Campfire Girl aint ya."

"You would call me that." Diana said, her words proud but not smug. "I believe everyone has a duty to make the world a better place using whatever talents they have."

"I do that." Colleen said.

"It’s not the same."

"Maybe, but this aint getting us anywhere. Look you help me steal enough to retire and I’ll give you the film."

"I thought you liked what you do for a living."

"It’s fun yea, but it aint got no retirement plan. When this, "she pointed to her hair "goes grey and these, "she grabbed her breast "drop I’m out on the street."

"Stealing is wrong." Diana said firmly.

"So’s a lot o’things." Colleen said, sitting down. She took a long drag on her cigarette. "Look how about if I have a way for you to help the war and me to get rich?"

"How?"

"You know the black market?" Diana nodded. "Well not like I do. Half the guys that come to me run it, the other half let it run. I know where the money comes in, and where it goes out. You get the guys, I get the money."

"If you know so much about the black market why don’t you report it?"

"You aint listening honey, the other half of my customers are the guys who let the thing run. Who’s gonna believe me over them? I open my mouth it'll full o' the Potomac before close it."

Diana was silent for a moment.

"If I act as Diana Prince or Wonder Woman it will be known that I stole."

"I can cover that. What part of that swimsuit do you need to stay strong?"

Diana stared at her.

"If you didn’t need the suit I wouldn’t be able to keep you tied up." Colleen said. "Bracelets?"

"My belt." Diana said.

"Then alls you need is a new costume."

"How much do you need to retire?"

"I’ll let you know." Colleen said, snuffing out her cigarette in an ashtray. "Do we have a deal?"

The next night Diana crouched in shadow. She was at the docks, hiding behind some large packing crates and not at all comfortable. The new costume chaffed in places she wasn’t used to. A black leather hood covered her head and face completely, leaving only small openings for her eyes, nose and ears. Black filters covered the openings for her eyes allowing them to be hidden but letting her still see. Black nylon covered the opening for her nose. She wore a full sleeve top, padded to hide her breast and make her arms appear more muscular. Full length black gloves covered her hands. Knee length black boots were on her feet and they met short black pants. Under the pants she wore the golden belt. Diana could move well enough and there was no chance she would be recognized, but it felt constricting. She had watched as Colleen had pieced it together from the various costumes she had on hand. Diana had been amazed at the variety, including a replica of her own.

"A lot of generals like me in that." Colleen had said with a wicked smile. "If they knew I really had you tied up I coulda retired in a night."

"But… they are Americans…" Diana had protested.

"Men are men honey." Colleen said, giving Diana that small half smile the amazon recognized as neither joy nor grief.

Two men emerged from the shadows. Tall, broad men wearing raincoats and wide brimmed hats that hid their faces in shadow. They looked around, then another man walked between them. Shorter than the first two he was dressed as they were, but carried himself differently. His step was more deliberate, yet more arrogant. He was the leader, if Colleen was correct. Quick Louie, hardened killer and black marketer. It was the next man who caught her by surprise though. Smaller than any of them his face was visible under his regulation cap. It was a thin face, with a sharp nose and large almost bulging eyes. He walked with a nonchalance that bordered on carelessness. He wore the uniform of a US army Colonel and in his hand he held a brief case.

"So nice to see you again Lance." a feminine voice announced as it’s owner walked out of the shadows. She was a stunning blonde woman wearing a gray coat with no hat. Her face was soft with deep green eyes set above a small nose and mouth. The face seemed almost too small for the head, it was a childs' face, full of mischief. Or at least you would think that if you didn’t know her.

"Always a pleasure Duchess." Lance said, taking her hand and kissing it.

Duchess Katarina Von Schwaben, Diana thought. One of the Reich's top spies. She had to will herself not to move.

"Always." she agreed. From a pocket of her coat she produced a thick envelope and handed it too him. "Your payment."

"The freighter "Right as Rain" is full to the brim." he told her, handing her the brief case. "The papers in here will clear you to Africa."

"American bombsights in the planes of the Reich." the Duchess said, smiling as she took the brief case. "How delightfully ironic." She took another envelope from her pocket and handed it to Quick Louie. "As promised, my compliments on how quickly the freighter was loaded."

"You get what you pay for." Louie said, taking the envelope.

"Just be sure your troopers remove the serial numbers." Lance said. "If those sights are traced back to us this depot is closed."

Diana made her move then. In one leap she was standing behind Quick Louies' bodyguards. Before they time to realize what was happening she had thrown them into wooden packing crates 30 feet away. A single blow to the stomach dropped their boss. By this time Lance and the Duchess both had their guns out and were firing. Diana dodged their bullets and grabbed Lances gun, crushing it. With a quick spin around move she crashed him into Quick Louie who was just getting up. They both went down in a heap, but Diana didn’t see it. A searing pain in her arms stunned the amazon for a moment. Whirling she ducked under the next bullet and slapped the duchess in the chest. The duchess went down gasping for air and Diana crushed her gun as well.

The fight had taken barely a minute. Diana looked at the angry red crease staining her arm. She had never been grazed by a bullet.

Putting the pain out of her mind Diana tied them up with some dock rope and left, gathering the envelopes. On the way back to Colleen’s apartment she phoned the police.

"That was one sweat racket." Colleen said as she bandaged Diana’s arm. "The mob loads the ships, that Colonel guy fudges the records and some German broad takes the ship to some neutral port."

"Saving the Germans millions in production cost." Diana said, flexing her arm. She was back in her Wonder Woman costume, and for some reason it felt strange on her.

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"Cause everyone knows Danny talks in his sleep. They would’a been knocking at my door the next day. I like breathing honey."

"Don’t you care if the Allies win the war?"

"We aint gonna loose." Colleen said, starting to sew the arm on Diana’s dark costume. "Take a look at map sometime, you think Germany can hold down Europe and still take the US on? They were dead when they went after Russia."

"What about the rest of the world? England, France?"

"We bailed em out once this century."

"Was one of your family killed in the last war?"

"Nope. My mom was killed a few years ago, lost her face to some drunk and then drunk herself to death. My dad could’a been any of a hundred blue bloods in Boston. Why?"

"I can’t understand your indifference to the Nazi’s." Diana said, standing. She started to stretch, getting used to her costume once more.

"Hero’s fight wars honey, the rest of us just stand on the sidelines and watch. My business wouldn’t be any different under Nazi’s, Commies or angels."

Colleen finished the costume and put it into a plain paper bag. Then she stuffed the envelopes inside with it.

"You trust me with the money?" Diana asked surprised.

"We’re partners. Besides Quick Louie’s no dummy. He’s gonna be coming around, and he better not find the stuff here." She handed the bag to Diana. "Get going, I’ll call you in a few days."

Duchess Katarina Von Schaben examined herself in the mirror. A palm-sized bruise marred her normally white skin. It hurt, but she welcomed the pain. What did not kill her made her stronger. There was a knock on the door and she bade the person to come in. A small woman with short dark hair entered the room. Karena had served the Countess all her life as her mother had served Katarina's mother, as her family had served the Schaben family for over 4 generations.

"I have brought it." She said handing the Duchess a small bottle of hair dye.

"And the rest?" Katarina asked after pulling off her bra.

"All is being made ready." She hesitated for a moment and then spoke again. "Duchess, my lady?"

"Yes?" Katarina stopped undressing and regarded her personal servant. Because of the long service of her and her family the Duchess occasionally allowed her servants some familiarity.

"It is not right for you to do this to my lady. This is too much for the nation to ask you, I can do it for you... I am not you but.

"No you are not me Karena the duchess said cutting her off. "This requires far more than a servant. To do this requires one of the true masters, one adept to hiding power." She turned back to the mirror and started to comb her hair. "And there is nothing the German Nation, nothing Hitler can ask of me, and I have talked to him personally on this, that I will not do. This dark lady who attacked us tonight possessed power equal to that of the American Wonder Woman. We must know where she got this strength."

"But how will you find her?" her servant asked.

"You did not see what she was wearing." the Duchess announced. "I have seen costumes like that before. While I lurked in the secret places of places of Berlin and Paris, gathering information for our cause. Men and women will speak of things in these places Karena, which they will dare not speak of anyplace else. I know where to begin my search."

In all the time Diana had lived in Washington she had never worried about being robbed. She had never worried about it because she had never had anything worth robbing. Her apartment was nice, but in a low rent section of town and it was well known that Navy yeomen were not paid well. But now thoughts of robbery played on her mind every time she went out of her apartment. The small lock in her apartment door looked fragile, almost pathetic. She kept the money and the costume at the bottom of her closet, but she knew that was a poor hiding place. Nor was that her only worry. Suddenly instead of being torn between two worlds the world of Diana Prince yeoman and Wonder Woman superheroine, she was torn between four: Diana Prince, Yeoman Diana Prince full time lover of Colleen (and how would she ever explain that if it was found out? How would Steve react?) Wonder Woman and the Dark Lady. Diana would spend one night in a quiet dinner with Steve talking about work. The next night she would be in Wonder Woman's costume helping him stop a band of spies. The next night she would be in Colleen's Department naked, tied to the bed until Joey came, looked at her with a mixture of disgust and sadness and left. Worst of all were those nights she spent as the Dark Lady. For the first time she realized how low great a luxury her bracelets were. Without them Diana had to fight rougher more savagely. She could no longer simply throw men to the ground and count on them to stay down. She had to hurt them. The Dark Lady's legacy was a string of broken limbs.

What frustrated her even more was that the men she captured though hurt still walked free. Despite the fact that she left the police more than enough evidence, none were ever even arrested. She had actually seen the colonel walking around the war department. He was a traitor but there was nothing she could do to prove it.

"They're locked in your dope." Colleen said when Diana told her about her dilemma.

"What?" Diana asked. They were sitting at Colleen's kitchen table, going over the plans for the Dark Lady's next job. It was steaming hot and Colleen wore only a robe. Smoke flowed serpentine from the cigarette in her mouth and gathered in the skylight above them.

"He musta been passing some of it on to the guy next in line." Colleen said.

"His commanding officer?" Diana was aghast.

"Your too good for the this world kid." Colleen said with that small half smile. "Look, everybody gets a cut or it doesn't fly." She looked incredulously at the horror in Diana's face. "Ok, class is open again. This is the way the world works. Say that a guy gives me 50 bucks for the night. I take 7 bucks of that. Joey takes the rest, he takes 3 bucks for himself, 30 bucks goes to Quick Louie, 10 goes to the copper in the street. The copper gives 5 of that to his Sargent at the precinct house, the Sargent gives some of that to his captain, the captain gives some to the police chief." She leaned back and took on the drag on the cigarette. "Everyone gets some, everyone's happy. I do all the work…" she paused for a moment, "well, with some o' the guys I do all the work, but everyone takes a cut."

"But this is criminal and in the colonels case treason." Diana insisted.

"It's only against the law because the fed's don't get a cut, if they could figure out a way to get a cut I'd be legit. As for the colonel, well treason kind of depends on whose side you're on, money is money."

"Is it always money? Can all men be bought?" Diana asked. Steve couldn't be bribed she thought with certainty.

"Some guys can't." Colleen admitted. "Never met em, but most likely they're about. Somewhere."

"There are more of them than you know." Diana said, though there was more hope than conviction in her voice.

"Of course there are." Colleen said glancing at the clock on the wall. "Now, come on we have to get ready for tonight." She stood up and walked toward the bed, Diana reluctantly followed.

"I don't understand." Diana said. "Must we do this every time?"

"You bet we do honey." Colleen said. "Joey ain't no dope but the sight o' your torpedo's distract him."

"My what?"

"Your chest honey." Colleen said pointing. "Joey's got a thing for tits, always has."

Diana sighed as she took off her cloths. When she was completely nude she lay down on the bed and tried to control her fear as Colleen tied her up.

"Is that why he never knocks?"

"Yep." Colleen said, taking one of Diana's ankles she fastened it with the cuff and pulled it to the other side of the bed attaching it to the bedpost. "Joey don't mind the dough I get to do in this sort of thing. But that don't mean he likes it." She attached Diana's other ankle to the other bedpost. "Joey knows the world ya know. He knows there are good things women can do and bad things women can do. The good thing is to make men happy. The bad thing is to make other women happy. So Joey loves your tits but hates what you do with them. That's why he doesn't ask too many questions, you confuse him."

"Who is he to judge?" Diana demanded her frustration showing in her voice.

"He's the guy who can bounce my head off the wall and down the stairs." Colleen said.

"You accept this blatant control of your life?"

Colleen stuffed the ball gag into her mouth.

"Yea." She sat back and took a long drag from the cigarette, letting it out slowly. "I've known a lot worse than Joey Diana. A lot worse."

Diana's closed her eyes and tried to let the tension drain out of her body. Colleen was the greatest mass of contradictions she had ever met. She was smart yet she acted dumb around Joey and let him run her life. Even with the opportunities the war was allowing women to have, she still lived a life of constant degradation. Why? She wasn't satisfied with her lot in life, if she was she wouldn't be forcing Diana to become the Dark Lady.

The door to the apartment opened and Joey wandered in. His eyes lingered on Diana and for the first time she noticed him staring at her chest. The stare was not too long, just long enough for Diana to blush. A part of her almost wished for a blindfold. But her eyes widened in shock when someone came in behind him. She had black hair now, cut short in a man's style. The Duchess also wore a mans suit and tie and carried a jeweled handled walking stick. But Diana had no doubt that it was Katarina Von Schaben that now stood twenty feet away from her. Twenty feet away from where Wonder Woman was naked and completely helpless!

Katarina Von Schaben gazed at the nude woman on the bed. Diana Prince, army yeoman, assigned to the Military Intelligence office. Even if she knew nothing of the Dark Lady this could prove to be a very profitable evening. She looked around the room while Joey and Colleen argued. It was the type of place she expected. Run down with faded Victorian wall paper, dirty dishes in the sink and the stench of cigarette smoke coating the walls. A whores den. Only for the Reich would she do what needed to be done. Only for Hitler would she dig through the garbage of humanity. But treasure could be found in such places, as Katarina had learned in France, Prague and other places. Men talked of things in bed, or if they did not, they talked when told their families would know of their activities. She recalled the pompous French fool who would have laughed at torture, but who had cried as a child when shown pictures of his activities. She had relished bringing down bit by bit, taking his honor along with vital information on the resistance. The Duchess loved taking down the mighty, bringing them to heel at her command. With some she could just use physical force, but for others, including she felt the young woman on the bed, fear would do. What doors the fear would unlock was the only real question.

"Look Joey this is a good, thing, I don't wanta blow it." Colleen said.

"She's a good thing too." Joey said, gesturing at Katarina. "Just got off the boat."

"London is too deadly these days." Katarina said using her best English accent. "But just because there is a war on I don't intend to tolerate boredom. Quick Louie recommended you to me, and Joey mentioned you had a friend. Three is a number I enjoy."

"Look if it's just me no problem." Colleen said. She lowered her voice. "But she's still new at this, you know the farmgirl type, first time in the big city…"

"Calm yourself my dear." Katarina said. "I don't mean to push. Why not let your friend decide?"

"Ok." Colleen said, walking over to Diana.

Diana's mind had been racing while Colleen had been arguing with Joey. The Duchess couldn't know she was either Wonder Woman or the Dark Lady. But she could know that Diana worked for the war department. From her work with Steve Diana knew that a lot of information could be gotten out of someone with secrets. And a lesbian relationship with a prostitute certainly made her a prime target. But was that what the Duchess was really doing?

"Ok Diana." Colleen said, taking the ball gag out of her mouth. "I know you said just the two of us, but Kate there wants to join. You got any objections?"

"I…" Diana started to say, then stopped, looking at the Duchess. Secrets could flow both ways, and the black market connection to the Nazi's was worth knowing about, but there was only one way to get it. For one of the few times in her life Diana wished the Earth would swallow her whole. Barely believing what she was saying the bound heroine replied. "I wouldn't mind trying."

"Jolly good." Kate said, giving Joey an envelope. He sighed, gave them all a looked filled with disgust and sadness, then left.

Colleen was looking at Diana and for the first time since they met there was a look of uncertainty on her face.

"I realize we haven't been formally introduced." Katarina said taking off her coat and laying it on a chair. Her tie followed. She gazed at the two of them and a slick smile was on her face as she began to unbutton her blouse. "But formalities don't seem right in this sort of situation. I know I'm Kate, I know your Colleen and I know your Diana. Do we really need to know anything else?"

"Guess not." Colleen said, standing up. She took off her own robe, revealing a body that was full figured with breast that were as large as Diana's. They were actually a little too large for her short body. A full V of red hair sat between her legs.

Diana swallowed as she watched Colleen help the Duchess undress. She knew what was going to happen of course, she had lived all her life on an island full of women, many of whom loved each other. But Diana had never participated in that sort of lovemaking. Indeed she had never truly understood what sex was until she had come to the United States. She had learned the hard way with a few enemy spies what rape could be, but this was going to be different. Not only because they were women but also because she had decided to do it. The choice may have been limited, but she still made it.

She couldn't help but look like a frightened rabbit as the two naked women came toward her. The Duchess was the same height as Colleen, but her body was slim, her breast smaller, and only a ragged patch of blonde hair showed between her legs.

"We frighten the young dear." Kate said. Diana decided to think of her as Kate for the moment. For some reason it made it easier on her conscience.

"A little." Diana admitted.

"Fear is just another sensation." Kate said, toying with the ball gag. She looked at Colleen. "Don't you agree?"

"Anything that makes the heart race." Colleen said smiling. She moved to the other side of Diana and sat on the bed. How much of this was professional for her, Diana wondered. For that matter how much was Diana's own involvement professional? She could have said no and followed the Duchess after she left, but she didn't.

Diana's heart rate tripled as Colleen gently stroked her breast, making circles around her areola. Like Colleen's her areola were large, the size of a half-dollar and light brown. Kate's were lighter, barely visible in the dim light.

"We don't need to use this." Kate said, putting the ball gag asside. "A pretty mouth like yours is made for other things."

Kate bent over and kissed her and Diana couldn't do anything but let her mouth open and feel the other woman's tongue reach into her. At the same time she felt Colleen's mouth on her breast, her tongue playing with Diana's nipple. Kate's hand moved down her chest and started to massage Diana's other breast.

Diana could hear her heart pounding in her ears and she strained against her bonds. This wasn't like the times she had been raped, there was something different about it. Even during those times the Nazi's had used her lasso she had resisted as much as she could. Here she didn't resist and in fact Diana wasn't sure how to either resist or encourage the two women.

Kate and Colleen switched places. Colleen moved up and started to kiss her while Kate moved her head down and took Diana's breast into her mouth. She was rougher than Colleen had been. She sucked and even bit slightly on the nipple. Kate's hand moved down to Diana's stomach and began to rub it.

"Your turn." Colleen said and moved her breast over Diana's mouth. It slipped in and Diana tasted a slight hint of salt.

Do my breast taste like this, she wondered even as she imitated Colleens' sucking and licking of the nipple. Diana was too scared to try the biting as Kate was doing.

Suddenly Diana's whole body stiffened as Kate's hand move down her stomach, moved over the rough patch of hair between and legs and started to stroke the opening to her vagina.

Diana swallowed too full of emotions and worries to do anything but moan. The moan stopped short when Kate's fingers penetrated inside her body. For Diana the world seemed to stop and she was aware of nothing but the fingers easing in and out of her. Then they were gone and she looked up to see Kate licking the juice, her juice off of them.

"So sweet." Kate said, putting her fingers back to get more. Diana tensed and moaned again as Colleen went back to kissing and sucking her breast. Diana closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them wide as she felt something wet brush her lips. Kate held her fingers just a few inches from Diana's mouth. Diana licked her lips reflexively and felt the honey/cinnamon taste fill her mouth.

"There's a good girl." Kate said, gently forcing her fingers into Diana's mouth. "Lick them clean now."

Kate's green eyes never left Diana's and the bound heroine knew there was never any choice but to obey. Her tongue wrapped around the fingers and Diana tasted herself. At the same time Kate took hold of Colleen's head and gently guided it between Diana's legs. Diana stiffened as she felt Colleen's fingers pry her apart and Colleen's tongue begin to probe her womb.

With the skill of a professional Colleen found Diana's most sensitive spot and the bound heroine nearly broke those bounds as her body received the resultant shot of energy.

"Easy deary." Kate said swinging herself onto Diana's chest. Her weight pinned Diana to the mattress. Kate took Diana's head in her hands and lifted her up until Diana was only a few inches from Kate's pubis. Diana could see a thin film of moisture coating the slot that formed the opening to the Nazi spies' womb. "I taste good as well."

Trembling Diana opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against the other woman. She tasted honey and kept licking. She was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from the Duchess (no, not the Duchess Diana corrected herself, Kate) and felt her own pleasure growing. Colleen had not stopped at all and Diana was pulling at her bonds with all her might.

"Inside." Kate ordered forcing Diana's face closer. Diana pushed her tongue into the other woman feeling only a slight pressure as the opening tried to force her out. She found the small knob of flesh that was Kate's clitoris and pressed on as she felt Colleen press on.

The explosion of pleasure that ran through Kate and Diana a few minutes later brought the two of them down to the bed gasping for air. With a small part of her mind Diana marveled at Kate, she hadn't let her English accent slip, even at the height of their passion.

Colleen and Kate lay on either side of her. Kate reached over and gently massaged Diana's breast.

"Jolly good." She said. "We must do this again."

"I…" Diana stuttered, but realized that she would have to do it again. Soon.

"Don't talk just now dear." Kate said rising. "Rest." Reaching over she picked up the ball gag and pushed it into Diana's mouth. Then with a little laugh she got up and pulled her tie off of the chair. Diana protested through the gag as she was blindfolded, but Kate didn't stop.

"Up for a shower?" Kate asked Colleen.

End Chapter 1.