Wonder Woman’s Terror in the Hands of the Drug Lord

By Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.


Wonder Woman’s Justice League of America assignment was to break up a smuggling operation in coastal Panama that was being run by Manuel Rodriguez, a drug lord renowned for his cruelness and lack of respect for womankind. Wonder Woman had vowed to end this man’s trade in drugs and teach him respect for the female gender. She had worked her way through the thick jungle to the perimeter of his base. From there on in, it was only a matter of taking out one lookout post after another–the men stationed at the posts didn’t stand a chance, even though they were each armed with automatic weapons. She was, after all, an Amazon warrior. Finally, Diana had reached a small, but fancy, mansion in a cove along the coast. She was just preparing to enter the building when she felt a sharp prick to the side of her neck. As she dropped weakly to her knees, darkness beginning to swallow her mind, she caught a glimpse of an old Indian warrior holding a blow-dart gun. He was clothed in the fashion one sees Indians from the Amazon Jungle of South America dressed in on the National Geographic documentaries. The irony of one Amazon falling victim to another did not escape her as she fell unconscious.

When Wonder Woman awoke, she found herself tightly bound to a sturdy chair. Diana noted immediately that her belt of strength and magic lasso had been confiscated.  Thankfully, however, she was still fully clothed in her costume that consisted of a red bodice trimmed with shiny gold, blue shorts decorated with white stars, calf-high red boots decorated with white rings around the tops and white stripes down the fronts, long golden bracelets on her lower arms, and a golden tiara decorated with a red star centered on her forehead. Then she noticed the dark-haired man dressed in a white Armani suit and sitting in a recliner to her right. His feet were propped up on a rosewood coffee table as he sipped on what was obviously a frozen daiquiri. He smiled at her as he noticed she was finally both awake and alert.

‘Rodriguez!’ Wonder Woman thought, recognizing the man from his file. “Release me at once!” she commanded. “Don’t you know who I am?” She glared threateningly at the man.

“Yes, senorita, I know who you are,” Manuel Rodriguez replied with only a hint of Spanish accent in his pronunciation. “And from the way you treated my men on your way to my hacienda, there can be little doubt as to why I am honored by the presence of such a beautiful superheroine. So you see, this is an honor I would rather not have. Now, what are we to do about this sad thing…this honor I would rather not have? What do you say, Magua?” Rodriguez nodded to an open door at Diana’s left, where the Amazonian Indian that had dropped her with the blow dart now stood.

The man entered the room holding a silver tray above his right shoulder like a waiter would carry food. He opened his lips and exuded sound, but there were no words that Wonder Woman could make out. She suddenly realized that the Indian had no tongue. He set the tray on the coffee table before the drug lord, standing in a position that blocked Diana’s view of its contents. She assumed it was another drink.

“Do with me? You will do as I said and release me at once!” the heroine commanded haughtily.

“What fun would there be in that?” Manuel retorted quickly. “Besides, you, or others like you, would return, and just maybe Magua does not hunt so silently or aim so well next time. No, I think we have a little fun and make an example of what will happen to pretty heroines that bless Senior Rodriguez with the unwanted honor of their presence.” The drug lord stood and purposely made his way over to stand at the side of the lovely woman.

“If you don’t want to be bothered by the forces of good, then you should choose another way to make a living,” Diana replied as she shook her long raven tresses out of her face and locked her blue eyes with the gleaming hazel-colored eyes of Rodriguez. “And if you’re trying to threaten me, you should know that such has been tried by the best, and that no one has succeeded!”

“I am not a man who threatens anything,” the drug lord replied, a twisted grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. “Nor am I a man who would so easily give up the wealth and power that are the result of his hard work to build his little empire.” Without warning, he reached down, deftly unzipped the back of Wonder Woman’s costume with his left hand, and then nimbly pulled her bodice forward and down with his right hand. The heroine’s huge breasts spilled out into the world of man.

“What in Hera’s name are you doing? Get your hands away from my flesh, you fiend! If you try to rape me, I will kill you. That is a promise, for I am not a woman that makes idle threats!” Wonder Woman spat angrily, trying to lean back away from the man’s hands.

“I see we each understand this thing about threats, heroine,” Manuel Rodriguez answered calmly and quietly. “And do not worry; there will be no rape. I am not so certain that you would not find pleasure in that, and thus it would be of no use at all as a warning to others of your kind.” Manuel grinned as the heroine blushed, telling him that he was not far from the mark. “In fact, you may keep the rest of your clothes as they are.”

Diana tried hard not to look disappointed, even though she was. She had been hoping that she would be untied to facilitate the rape. With her warrior skills, she would most likely have easily turned the tables on the drug lord. “Fine, I'll assume you understand what will happen to you when I get my hands on you, if you don’t let me go at once. Now, untie me and let me cover myself!” Wonder Woman replied tersely.

“I did not go to the trouble of exposing those perfect, ivory-colored melons of yours, just so you could cover them back up, Wonder Woman,” Rodriguez replied, a hint of laughter in his voice. “It is said that those womanly orbs are a symbol of your pride as a warrior and heroine. I can see why–the skin is unblemished, and your breasts are firm and unsagging in spite of their prodigious size.” The drug lord cupped each globe with a hand and gently massaged them, kneading the flesh, enjoying the feel of the satin smoothness of the heroine’s skin. Then he sighed and hissed, “Magua, bring the tray!” The drug lord’s grin widened abruptly.

Diana pulled hard on her bonds, trying to break the chair, while outwardly appearing to not be bothered by her debasement at the hands of Rodriguez. It was useless–it was a sturdy chair. Magua turned, carefully picked up the silver tray, and walked to the drug lord’s side. The old, wrinkled Indian grinned broadly and issued a gurgle that was most likely laughter as he lowered the tray so that Wonder Woman could see its contents: a bottle labeled rubbing alcohol, a piece of cotton, two inch-and-a-quarter-diameter steel rings, and a long over-thick needle. Wonder Woman’s mouth went dry as she understood what was about to happen. “Get those things away from me!” she roared with no hint of fear in her voice. “I have no interest in participating in the body mutilation and ornamentation customs of the world of man!”

“If this was to be something that you wanted, Senorita, then I would not be doing it,” Manuel Rodriguez stated matter-of-factly, as he now pulled gently on the heroine’s nipples, rolling them softly in his fingers. “But you don’t worry your pretty head about it. The needle is sharp, and will not hurt…much. Also the rings are clean, and with the alcohol swab, there will be no infection from the little holes.” Suddenly, Magua began nodding and jabbering excitedly.

“I said, I am not interested in being your pin cushion! Now, get those things away from me!” Wonder Woman spat, trying to sound threatening in spite of being helplessly bound. She nodded to Magua, “What’s his problem?”

“Oh, Magua? Do not fret over, Magua. He merely remembers a day about two years ago when he talked a little loosely in a town down the coast about an operation of mine. When he returned to me here, I pierced his tongue three times with this very needle! I think he remembers the day fondly, now,” the drug lord replied softly, glancing from Diana to Magua, and then back again. He grinned a little wider, and changed subjects, “Ah, my massaging seems to be working. Your nipples are starting to harden and protrude nicely!”

“Just get your hands off of me!” Wonder Woman shrilled, regained composure, and asked tersely, “And why on earth would he remember such a day fondly?” Diana was trying to play for time, trying to think of something to get her out of this mess. At the same time she was trying to brace herself, just in case this man carried on as he threatened. She would show him no weakness!

The drug lord smiled, pleased at the heroine’s initial response. “Magua very much likes his women. He remembers the day fondly because I changed my mind, after only a little begging on his part, and did not poke the holes and place the rings in his testicle sack!” He grinned even broader as Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped and her face grew red. Then he picked up the needle and held it before Diana’s eyes. “Maybe if you beg just a little I will pierce YOUR tongue instead of your nice hard nipples, no. In fact, I make you a deal, you beg a lot and I might only pierce your earlobes...not so bad a thing then, no?”

“I WILL NOT BEG A SCUM-OF-THE-EARTH MAN LIKE YOURSELF!” Wonder Woman roared! She took a deep breath and then continued, “Do you worst…I will not beg or scream. Force your jewelry upon my body…I will have it removed later. My Amazon body will heal…it will be as if this day had never been! Save for the fact that I WILL see you suffer for your deeds!” Diana abruptly looked away from the needle, and from the drug lord's grinning face.

“Still you misunderstand me, Senorita. You know little of our ways. The rings are for punishment, not for jewelry, and, as I said, this little needle will cause little pain to a hardened warrior such as yourself,” Manuel Rodriguez replied softly as he lowered the needle to touch the inside of Wonder Woman’s right protruding nipple. “It is because I have heard that you have such pride in your heroic breasts that I have chosen them to be my target for your punishment!”

Wonder Woman couldn’t help herself. She had to twist her head and watch with widened eyes as the tip of the large needle pushed her soft, protruding flesh inward. The drug lord paused, glancing upward to look into the heroine’s determined eyes. Then he slowly continued pushing, and there was a sharp pain as the needle began to penetrate Diana’s tender flesh. She grunted slightly, and then clenched her teeth as the needle continued its slow passage until there was an outward bump on the outside of her right hardened nipple. Suddenly she could see the steel tip on the outside of her nipple as the needle completed its passage. Rodriguez pushed the needle on through to center it at right angles to the heroine’s protruding turret. He left it there as he reached for one of the rings. The ring in hand, he quickly moved the needle back and forth in the wound to widen the hole. Then he opened a small clasp to leave a gap in the ring, and wormed the jewelry through the newly made hole. He closed the gap by relocking the small clasp.

The drug lord then repeated the sequence on Wonder Woman’s left nipple, this time with no grunt to reward his efforts. Then he swabbed the wounds with rubbing alcohol. He had to admire the heroine and her bravery. True to her words, she had not begged. “Well that deed is done,” Manuel Rodriguez, the cruel, stated softly. “Magua will rub some salve on your wounds and rotate the rings every few minutes while I fetch my men. The rotation will keep the ring holes enlarged so that they will not bind to the rings, and the salve will allow the holes to heal as much in an hour as they normally would in weeks. Magua’s tribe has strong magic, no?”

“You're going to fetch your men to rape me, now that you have punished me?” asked Diana incredulously. She knew that this man’s type were comfortable with lies. Already, Magua was working the salve on her wounds, but she ignored the man.

“No, I told you that you would not be raped. I also told you that the piercing was not your punishment–the rings are needed to facilitate your punishment!” the crime lord replied tersely, momentary exasperation on his face before he finally smiled wickedly once more. “Now behave yourself and let Magua help you while I am gone!” Then, he simply turned, and walked out of the room.


Two hours later, Wonder Woman stood, bound at ankles and wrists in a semi-spread-eagle pose to what could only be described as whipping posts, at the end of a long pier. True to Manuel Rodriguez’s word, Diana had not been raped or even stripped. His men had, though, taken turns applying the salve and rotating the new rings through the tips of her proud orbs. They had, naturally, taken advantage of the situation to cup and knead her large globes, causing the heroine great embarrassment. The men’s presence was required to ensure the heroine's safe transport to her present position, where they had also aided securing her to the posts with coils of strong rope. That done, they had hung around, chattering jovially, as if entertainment was on its way.

Manuel Rodriguez walked down the long pier to stand behind the Amazon Princess. He leaned forward and gently kissed Diana on her right cheek, and then ducked his head back to avoid her attempted head butt. “Get away from me, you sick bastard! No matter how many lashes with some cruel whip you give me, no mater how much salt water you pour on my wounds, you will get no satisfaction from me!” Wonder Woman yelled defiantly.

“Lash? Whip?” the drug lord repeated dumb founded. “I see you still do not understand. Well, I guess our culture here is a bit different than that to which you are acquainted. You see, we have grown up by the sea, and have grown to respect the sea and the creatures in it.” Rodriguez paused, stepped under Wonder Woman’s arm to face her, careful to hold onto the light fixtures at the end of the pier so he wouldn’t end up in the water behind him by accident. He removed a silver-colored chain from his right suit-jacket pocket, and held it before the heroine’s eyes. Then he nimbly attached the two ends of the strong chain to the two rings that now hung from Diana’s nipples. He pulled on the chain a few times, causing the proud heroine’s large breasts to bounce up and down. “The rings no longer hurt, no?”

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU BAS….!” Wonder Woman’s protest was interrupted by a sharp slap across her face.

“Do not interrupt me again!” Rodriguez commanded. “Now, where was I? Oh, Yes. Our people have respect for the sea, and the creatures in it. And when someone shows a lack of respect for our people, me for instance, and our way of life, my business for instance, then we use the sea and the creatures in it to teach that someone, you for instance, respect. Now you will learn respect. Magua!” The old Indian reached forward over Wonder Woman’s shoulder from behind her to hand the drug lord the end of a thin line; she hadn’t even heard his approach. Manuel then held the thin line up before Diana’s eyes and said simply, “Five-pound test.” He then deftly tied the line to one of the loops in the center of the chain.

“What the hell is that for?” Wonder Woman asked, risking another slap. There seemed to be no meaning to this insanity, and her white, tender flesh was surely getting burnt from exposure to the sun.

“Patience, pretty heroine, I am explaining.” Rodriguez answered jovially. “Now, even fishermen like ourselves forget how strong the creatures of the sea are when we capture them with nets or strong poles. To remember their strength, sometimes we try to bring them in with only hand-held lines. There are other ways to remember the strength of the sea creatures.” The drug lord then stepped back under Wonder Woman’s arm to stand behind her. He took the other end of the line from a bucket that Magua held with his right hand. He abruptly thrust his hand over Diana’s shoulder so she could see what was on the end of it.

Wonder Woman quickly leaned her head back to avoid being touched by the live and flapping creature before her. It was an eight-inch long fish with a fairly large, barbed hook through its back. “What are you, mad? What the hell is that and what are you doing with it?” she queried angrily.

“Sea bass…a little one. And I, or rather we, are fishing. We are using a little fish because we want to catch a moderately small fish,” Manuel Rodriguez replied matter-of-factly. Then he pulled the line and fish back over Wonder Woman’s shoulder, only to send it flying through the air back over her shoulder to land well out in the bay in front of the bound heroine.

Wonder Woman shook her head in astonishment. This made no sense at all to her. The drug lord was using HER, a Princess of the Amazons, as a fishing pole. The rings in her nipples pulled this way and that as the hooked/wounded fish swam out before her, but this was more of an insult to her pride than any sort of punishment. “Listen, you wretched cur, I will not have you demeaning me this way. Let me loose at once and let me fight you and all of your men together. I will show you a warrior’s dignity!”

“Patience, Senorita,” was the only reply from the drug lord.

Suddenly, there were three sharp tugs on the chain between her nipple rings, then a very abrupt and hard pull, causing Wonder Woman to yelp in surprise as her breasts were pulled outward and down as the rings on her nipples followed the action of chain, which reacted to something happening at the other end of the line in the bay. At the end of the last strong pull, the line went slack. “Merciful Minerva, what was that all about?” Diana stammered as she looked down to make sure that her nipples were undamaged by the pulling on the line.”

Magua made some unintelligible sounds, and then Rodriguez answered, “The fish must be hungry. We hooked one that was stronger than the line could hold. No fun there. We are here to watch a dance and catch fish. Normally a bait fish of that size would have brought us something the line could handle.”

The slack line was quickly brought in and cut from the chain. Then Rodriguez stepped in front of Wonder Woman and held up the end of another, slightly thicker line. “Twenty-pound test,” he said tersely as he tied the end of the new line once again to a loop in the center of the chain attached to the two rings through her nipples. He stepped quickly back behind Diana, and once again thrust a flapping fish before her face. This one was bigger than a plate and must have weighed 2-3 pounds. “After seeing how hungry the fish are in our last experiment, I would prefer to use a smaller sea bass than this as bait. Unfortunately, this is the smallest we have left,” the drug lord joked jovially before sending this fish out into the bay as he had the first.

“Look, you’ve battered my pride enough. I think you had best untie me before I vow to see you dead, Rodriguez!” Wonder Woman threatened angrily. She had had enough of this. Her breasts were not toys for men to play with in the best of times, and this was most certainly not the best of times. She jerked her head around to stare back at her tormenter, noting that his men were still laughing and bantering in Spanish, evidently betting on something as money was being passed from many of the men to another who was recording information on a tablet of paper.

“Once again, Senorita heroine, I must bid you to have patience,” Manuel Rodriguez, who had clearly earned his reputation of being cruel, chortled. “Magua stood tied to those posts for six hours before we cut him down; before he was deemed to have learned respect. But earn respect he did, and as you see, he is now one of my most loyal and trusted men!”

“You sick, demented creature,” Wonder Woman replied in horror. “Are you trying to say that you used a man’s tongue to catch fish for you for six hours. How could you be so cruel and inhumane?” Rage grew within the mighty Amazon, but she still saw no way to exercise it.

“Well, it was Magua’s tongue that caused me problems. And I did spare his testicle sack from being fitted with rings…seems fair enough to me,” the drug lord replied. He had a sense that Wonder Woman still didn’t completely understand, so he continued, “Magua had almost as much pride in his quick wit and silver tongue as he did in his bedroom manners, so I used the sea as an instrument to teach him respect by punishing something he was proud of, and the rings to facilitate that teaching. Now in your case, it is clear that your pride revolves around your perfect and bounteous breasts. Your nipples now have rings through them so that I can use the sea as an instrument to teach you respect by punishing that which you seem to be most proud of. Now you begin to understand, no?”

Before Wonder Woman could answer, it happened again, a series of quick pulse-like jerks followed by a strong pull. This time, however, the line did not quickly break, and, as whatever was on the end of the line tried to race outward to sea and away from the pier, her breasts were distended outward to form extended cones. The nipple ring holes stretched until Diana could actually see light between the holes, the rings, and her flesh. “Aries, give me strength!” the heroine shrilled, and then suddenly the line zoomed through the water to the left, pulling her breasts to the side along with it. Her proud breasts jerked and pulsed so much that she felt like electric current was being applied to her chest. Then the hooked fish tried for deeper water again and her breasts were pulled back to the front, and once again were distended cones. Her nipples burned as if on fire, and Wonder Woman gazed unblinkingly at them, waiting for the blood that would signify the rings would be torn away, leaving her perfect bosom horribly marred. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, the line went slack. She thought the line had broken, but then the line zoomed to the right making her chest deform in that direction. This was horror, this was torture–this was the worst thing that had ever been inflicted on her by the world of man. She was being threatened with the slow, inevitable disfigurement of her prized bosom. If she survived the experience, she pledged to herself that Manuel Rodriguez, the cruelest of cruel, would not live another day as a free man. The tug-o-war between the rings in her breasts and the hook in the fish continued for nearly an hour before it was clear that it was the fish that was worn out, and not the heroine’s flesh. For all of the punishment, Wonder Woman’s precious nipples were untorn, though tragically sore!

Manuel Rodriguez pushed his hand over Diana’s shoulder to grab hold of the fishing line. He slowly pulled the fish into the pier and then lifted it out of the water. As he lifted it out, he exclaimed, “This I do not believe, this flounder must weigh nearly 15 pounds, and your flesh is still untorn! My men will be very unhappy, because Magua has won the bet; you survived the catch. You are truly a marvelous woman with most miraculous breasts!”

“I will kill you for putting me through that torture, drug lord! Now free me and tell me why Magua would bet for me?” the still arrogant heroine spat. She would have Rodriguez’s gonads for this deed he had put upon her, she told herself.

“Magua always bets for the human to outlast the fish, I think perhaps because he wished it for himself. Still, though the bet is over, it is obvious that you have yet to learn respect for the sea, or for my people’s ways.” The drug lord replied, not caring for the heroine’s all-to-clear threat. “Magua, we need stronger line, and the big hook.” As the hook was passed to Manuel Rodriguez, a man who prided himself on cruelty, there was chatter in Spanish behind him. “Well, if we are out of the 50-pound test, we must improvise…somebody think of something!” Rodriguez commanded as he inserted the large hook through the newly caught flounder’s back. He then smiled as he was passed a thin yellow cord.

“My magic lasso!” Wonder Woman cried. “What are you doing with it? Be careful with it, it is priceless!” The heroine’s face was filled with concern, and there was, for the first time, a sign of tears in her eyes.

“Well, Senorita, we needed strong line,” the drug lord answered as he tied one end of the long, thin lasso to the shank of the oversized hook. “And this is the best we could come up with,” he continued as he tied the other end of the lasso to the center of the chain between Wonder Woman’s new nipple rings. Manuel Rodriguez cast the gasping flounder out away from the pier, and watched it slowly make its way toward open sea, trailing blood as it swam. “Now, proud heroine with the big boobies and even larger pride,” the cruelest man in the man in the world said slowly and derisively, “I think maybe you finally know what has happened to Magua’s tongue, and why Magua is so happy that it was his tongue and not his testicle sack that had the rings. Me and my amigos, we must now have a party…it is tradition. I will see about your pride in the morning!” With that the drug lord and his men walked back to the hacienda, leaving Diana alone to her troubles.

Wonder Woman was indeed troubled, for her magic lasso was virtually indestructible. She knew the same could not be said for the tender and aching tips at the end of her bounteous breasts. Thirty minutes later, she saw the fin in the water. She knew it was a shark many times the size of the flounder. When the shark changed course, she knew instinctively that it had found the flounder that occasionally tugged on the end of the lasso that tugged on the chain that was connected to the rings through her nipple flesh. She screamed shrilly for help, sure in her soul that there was no help to be found! She was unable to blink as the shark made its way toward the place in the water that was her lasso’s end!


The End?

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*Okay, in my story, in my mind, Superman shows up at the last minute to pluck the flounder out of the water just as the shark tries to take its first bite. But if you have a different ending, well that is just fine!*

**How this story came about: Well Poser artists tend to make pictures around the props they have available. I found this wonderful free pier prop on Runtime DNA. One thing led to another, and I had Wonder Woman at the end of the pier between whipping posts. I added someone to do some flogging, but I never could get a good angle so you could see both Wonder Woman and the flogger. Then I came up with the lasso as fishing line idea, and added the shark. After making the picture, I wrote the story, because I was sure I couldn't explain what was happening with my normal brief captions.**