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
woman-kind. 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 arond 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 hood 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
bit. 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 and 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.**