WONDER WOMAN’S VOLUNTARY ENSLAVEMENT,
Part 2
Or
WONDER GIRL IS CALLED UPON TO PAY
HER DEBT
By Barnabus
(M/F, Wonder Girl, M/C,
Consensual/non-consensual sex, first time)
SUBJECT:
Wonder Girl is called to keep a promise she made under
duress. The promise included
the loss of her virginity.
WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual
nature, including graphic descriptions of semi-consensual, "vanilla"
sex. If you find such
material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass
this story for one more suitable for
you.
Wonder Girl is copyrighted and owned by DC Comics. I like to borrow
her for my own pleasure and to give her a sex
life. This is a work of
fan-fiction. This story
is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial
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Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story, (unless there
is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition,
undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events
that have taken place. .
. It is as if the story had never happened, because, after
all, it never really did.
The story is a sequel to “WONDER WOMAN’S VOLUNTARILY
ENSLVEMENT”, which should be posted on this
site. It is not necessary to
read the stories in sequence. (But
it helps!)
Birth control is used in this story, because in 'real life’ every
reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when
participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted
conception and the spread of disease.
Updated 10/30/03
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Prolog:
Some time had passed since Wonder Woman’s return from her
“secret mission”. When
questioned by Wonder Girl, Wonder Woman told her sister that this mission
had been SO secret, that she (Wonder Woman) had willingly submitted
to a drug treatment preventing her from remembering
it. Thus, Diana could
not share any of the details with her sister.
One afternoon, Wonder Girl told her sister that she was going to meet
a friend at the Jefferson Memorial.
Dressed in a light cotton bare-backed sun suit with a top that buttoned
behind her neck, Drucilla left for the
memorial. She arrived punctually
at 1:00 PM, and purchased a rose from a flower vendor, and placed the rose
in her hair, behind her right
ear. She looked around seeking the person she was going
to meet. She was a slightly
disturbed that she couldn’t remember WHO she was meeting, but she was
sure that this was the right time and
place.
She saw a man, deeply engrossed in a guidebook, moving closer to
her. “Typical tourist,”
Drucilla thought. But somehow
she felt uneasy about him. There was something familiar about him that she
couldn’t quite place, something that frightened her and made her
uncomfortable.
Stopping beside her, he looked directly at her and asked, “Excuse
me, are you alone?”
“Yes, my tour has left me behind,” Drucilla
answered. Why had she said
that? There was certainly no
tour group that she was involved with.
The man whispered, “Wonder Woman does
Dallas!” Drucilla’s
eyes glazed over, and the man continued, “No one is near
us. Speak to
me.”
“Yes, Master,” Drucilla responded
flatly. She had succumbed to
the post-hypnotic suggestion he had planted in her several weeks
earlier.
“Good!” the man
continued. “Now take
my arm and we will walk to my
hotel.” Wonder
Girl obeyed immediately and the two moved away from the Jefferson
Memorial.
Several weeks earlier, after an intense battle with an evil alien,
both Wonder Woman and Wonder girl had been so exhausted that they had easily
fallen captive to a man who took them to a secluded cabin in the
woods. There, he had bound Drucilla and forced her to watch as
he tortured her sister. In
desperation, she had agreed to his
terms: that he would not torture
her sister any more and in return, she promised she would meet him at some
time in the future and give him her
virginity. Then, under hypnosis,
he directed her to forget their encounter, and he implanted a post
–hypnotic suggestion to fall back into a trance whenever he said the
trigger words. Wonder Girl was
released, but Wonder Woman remained with him, and this is the period of time
when she was on that ‘secret mission; that Diana could not
remember.
Chapter
1. “Come into my parlor
. . . “
The man escorted Drucilla through the lobby. He noticed a few glances
from the hotel employees as he led her to the
elevator. Apparently hotel employees take note when a mature,
single male guest takes an attractive young girl up to his
room. Entering his suite, he double-locked the door behind
him. Taking Drucilla’s
arm, he led her to a straight back chair by the
table. She sat, looking straight
ahead with unseeing eyes.
He surveyed her beauty for a few
moments. Yes, he conceded to
himself, her older sister, Wonder Woman, was definitely a piece of prime
meat. But having enjoyed the
entree, he looked forward to enjoying Wonder Girl as a delicious, tender
morsel to be enjoyed for dessert!
She was still under his hypnotic spell when he whispered in her ear,
“I will do a brief examination of
you. Nothing that I do
will seem unusual to you, and you will not become upset by anything I
do. In fact, you will enjoy
the ‘examination’ and it will make you feel
good. Do you
understand?”
Wonder Girl nodded her head mutely.
The man moved behind the chair and gently massaged her
shoulders. Then he permitted
his hands to side down her front and cup her breasts, gently caressing them
and weighing them through her colorful
dress. Drucilla was not as big
as Diana, but she was well endowed and incredibly firm without the slightest
hint of sagging. After a few
moments, he slid his hands to her side and slipped them through the sleeves
of the sundress to cup her bare breasts, grasping her
nipples.
Wonder Girl sighed as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and
moaned pleasurably as he weighed her
breasts.
He had been waiting weeks for the opportunity to bring Wonder Girl
to him, and ultimately to bring her under his
control. Now it was time to
collect what was properly his.
He withdrew his hands and readjusted her sundress as he spoke to her
in a soft voice. “In
a few minutes, you will awaken from your
trance. When you do, you will
feel great. You will remember
this examination, and although it may embarrass you, you will not regret
that I ‘examined’ you.
“Also, when you wake, you will remember me. You will remember being in my cabin and you will remember the time when I had your sister tied to the bed and threatened her with torture. You will remember that in order to save Wonder Woman from torture, you give your word that you would do whatever I demanded. You accepted my terms that in return for my pledge not to torture Wonder Woman any more, you promised to meet me in the future and you would share my bed and give me your honor and your virginity. And that under no circumstances would you ever try to hurt me or injure me.
“The time has come for you to keep your
promise.
“Your Amazon training has taught you never to be intimate with
men, lest you fall under the influence of a man’s
world. You have also been taught
that a promise, once given, must be
kept. The time you spend with
me is not being ‘intimate’, but rather that you are keeping a promise
that was given under coercion, and thus your actions will be performed under
duress. Therefore, you will
not be giving yourself to me freely.
And since I have not defeated you in battle and you will not be giving
yourself to me freely, nothing we do will cause you to lose your Amazon powers,
and you will not become my life-long
slave. Do you understand everything
I have said to you?”
“Yes,” Wonder Girl intoned flatly.
“One question before I
continue. Is this your fertile
period when you can become impregnated?”
Wonder Girl paused before answering, presumably to count
days. “My fertile period
began a few days ago. Today
is the end of my fertile period.
It is possible that I could become pregnant today, but it is not
likely.”
“I understand,” he
acknowledged.
“When I count to three and snap my fingers, you will
awaken. You will feel good;
in fact you will feel exceptionally
good! You will remember the
warmth of the sunlight on your shoulders as you approached the Jefferson
Memorial. You will remember
the beauty of the day and that will give you great
pleasure. You will remember meeting me and coming to this hotel
with me of your own accord. And
you will remember the promises you made to me and will know that the time
has come to honor your commitments.
Indeed, keeping a promise and keeping your word will be one of the
most important of your Amazon obligations, and when there is a conflict between
keeping your word to me and another Amazon law, keeping your promise will
take precedence over the other
laws. Do you
understand?”
“Yes.”
He paused for a moment and reflected upon the opportunities she presented
to him. He reflected on the
two weeks he had spent with Drucilla’s sister, about the things that
had satisfied and pleased him, and about the disappointments he had
experienced. He knew that hypnotic
suggestion could not cause a subject to fall in
love. And, in all reality, he
didn’t want Drucilla to be in love with
him. He simply wanted to use
her for as long as it pleased him.
But he decided to push the envelope a little
anyhow.
“As we spend time together, you will find things about me that
you find attractive. And you
will begin to grow fond of me and you will enjoy my company and want to do
things to please me.” He
waited, knowing that if this demand was too great for her subconscious mind,
she would come out of her hypnotic
state. When she didn’t
rouse, he concluded that she had accepted the
suggestions. And he wondered what effect they would have on their
relationship.
“Do you understand this?”
“Yes,” Wonder Girl intoned
flatly. He
smiled.
“Once again, when I count to three and snap my fingers, you will
awaken.
One.
Two.
Three!” And he snapped
his fingers.
Drucilla blinked her eyes and dropped her
head. She felt embarrassed as
she remembered being ‘examined’, but somehow, she felt good about
it, also. She looked around
and found him. Recognition
registered on her face. Anger
flashed through her eyes as she remembered the mistreatment he had given
her sister. She rose to attack
him. Then her face blanched
as she remembered the rest of the background that went with his
face. She had made him a
promise. Although she had forgotten
it before, she remembered it now.
The memory of that promise engulfed
her. Was he here to demand that
she honor her promise?
A look of confusion and fear entered her
eyes. Her knees suddenly felt
week and she sank back onto her chair gawking him.
She was quite nervous now.
Should she just get up and leave?
What would Diana do? A
myriad of thoughts cascaded through her mind, but she still was at a loss
about what to do. He moved beside
her and in passing, placed a hand on her bare shoulder.
“You are very pretty,” he said.
The unexpected compliment, seemingly so out of place in this context,
totally disarmed Wonder Girl.
Diana had once told her it was proper to say thank you whenever she
was complimented. But
she was so taken aback, she could only blush and stammer,
“Um…Thanks…” She couldn’t remember how long it had
been since someone said that to her.
If she weren’t so nervous, the complement would have made her
feel good.
He knelt beside her and took one of her hands and kissed
it. “You don’t need
to be shy.”
A kiss on the hand can make a girl feel cherished, needed, wanted,
all sorts of good things. And
none of these things were desirable to Drucilla right
now. She withdrew her hand and
started toward the door. The
sooner she could get out of here, the more comfortable she would
feel.
“You made a promise!”
His words stopped her mid-stride.
“And you know,” he continued, “that you must honor
your commitment.”
She turned back to face him.
He was going to demand that she honor her promise! Her eyes
were pleading, but he only smiled at her, ignoring her desperate look. She
felt weak. Her stomach fluttered
and a feeling of helplessness flooded her.
He closed the distance between them and again took her hand, raising
it to his lips
There was something horribly erotic in the
way he kissed her hand. It seemed
harmless enough, except for the response it was eliciting from
her. Again, she tried to withdraw
her hand, and as she did, he moved closer to her and kissed her gently on
the lips. It was warm and his
lips were soft. Drucilla
had never been kissed by a man before, and she was so bewildered that she
was unaware that he had slipped a hand around her waist, holding her firmly
to himself. Drucilla found herself almost melting under his
touch. She didn't struggle very
hard. As nervous and as frightened
as she was, she was also a teenager and curious.
Was this was what it felt like to kiss a
man? She had kissed her family members back home, and she kissed
her sister. But this was so
different. When the kiss broke,
she was breathing heavily and she looked frightened. Her young eyes were
wide. She watched
him. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally
her mouth again.
Chapter
2. “Come into my bedroom
. . . “
Then he took her by the
hand. Drucilla could only
follow as he gently led her into the other
room. Her eyes focused
on the bed and she hesitated.
Somehow she felt that the bed had been especially prepared for her
arrival. This was where they did . .
.IT! She didn’t want to go to the bed! . . . did
she?
Gently, but somewhat demandingly, he drew her to the bed where he
sat. Very nervous and frightened,
she withdrew her hand and grasped it in front of
her. She looked at it, trying
to see if it had changed in any way when he touched it.
When she looked at him again,
he was smiling a gentle smile.
Drucilla liked that smile.
But somehow there was a predatory undertone to his smile, and that
made her uncomfortable.
He patted the bed beside him.
“Come on, sit,” he urged in a gentle
voice. There was nothing threatening
in his face or demeanor. Drucilla had become total immersed in the scene that was
playing out between the two of them.
Somehow, she was so absorbed in what was happening that she had forgotten
her promise to him – the debt that he wanted to
collect. Slowly, she sat beside
him, her hands folded in her lap, eyes downcast, like a little girl sitting
outside the principal’s office.
“Sometimes, I like to lie down and – rest – during
the day,” he mentioned casually, almost with a chuckle in his voice,
leaning back on an elbow and facing her.
Some sort of response was needed, so she smiled tightly and nodded,
glancing at him briefly.
Drucilla was feeling very
nervous. She had never been
alone with a man before, and certainly not in his
bedroom. And she
knew what men did to girls in their bedrooms, and it certainly wasn’t
rest! She should
leave! Just get up and walk
away! It was not right for her
to be here!
Almost absently, he lay his hand on her knee, just below the hem of
her sundress. It made her feel
funny. She should take
his hand away! But she
didn’t. Holding her breath, she sat there for a long
time. She knew he was looking
down at her legs.
“You are very pretty,” he said
again.
Again! He said
she was pretty again! This was
the second time he had said it. He
must mean it! It made her feel
good, appreciated! He squeezed
her leg, and that funny feeling flashed through her chest and stomach . .
. and her . . . private areas. She
flushed with embarrassment. Had
he noticed? She glanced at him and he was smiling at
her. He was an attractive man,
she thought.
“You hurt my sister!” Drucilla charged.
“Yes, I did. And
I’m sorry I did.” It
was a lie, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt.
His fingers tightened on her knee, and his hand inched up her leg,
gently caressing the inner thigh.
He heard her slight intake of breath.
She placed her hand over his.
“I should leave!” she
said. “I know what men
do to girls in the bedroom!”
“Really? What do
they do?
Drucilla floundered. She
knew in general, but she really didn’t know any of the
specifics. And she couldn’t
just come out and accuse him, could
she? She changed the
subject.
“You should take your hand
away. It makes me feel
funny.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, but he didn’t move
his hand. “Am I hurting
you?” He gave another
squeeze.
“No,” she conceded.
“Does it make you feel good?”
She dropped her eyes and nodded.
“It makes me feel funny.”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to stop doing something that
makes you feel good.” He
paused. “Did it feel good
to you when I ‘examined’ your breasts?”
Suddenly the memory of his ‘examination’ flashed through
her memory, and embarrassment flooded over
her. But somehow I didn’t
seem unusual. It embarrassed
her, but it didn’t upset
her.
The man smiled as he felt the tremor in her
body. He knew he could
simply demand that she honor her promise, and she would be his in a few
moments. But it would
so much more fun to seduce this innocent
girl. Would he actually be able to get her to
yield? Or maybe, she would become
the seducer and he would allow himself to be
taken? Not
likely. But he hoped that if
he handled her right she might very possibly become a willing and eager
partner.
“I would like to ‘examine’ your breasts
again.” She blushed a crimson
red. “May
I?” She felt good as she
remembered his earlier ‘examination’ of
her. She couldn’t
see the harm in permitting him to do something that he had done before and
she had enjoyed so much. She
nodded her head.
“If you unbutton the sundress behind your neck and allow the
top of the dress to be released, it will be easier for me to
‘examine’ you,” he prodded.
Her eyes widened almost in shock.
“I can’t do that.
I was told that modesty requires that people - - -“ she fumbled
for the words, “- - - keep themselves covered, especially when men and
women are together. And it is taboo for a woman to be exposed in the presence
of a man.”
He thought for a moment, and admitted, “That’s
true. But that taboo isn’t in effect when a man and
a woman are in a bedroom
together.” That was true
as far as it went, he thought.
“Why not?” Dru asked.
“Why should a taboo be in effect in one room but not in
another?”
He considered his answer.
Obviously, the real answer was that when a man and a woman are moving
into foreplay, modesty rules are no longer in
effect. But he knew this
wouldn’t be a good answer for
Drucilla.
“That’s just the way it is.”
Drucilla had no reason to doubt his
word. So she considered what
he said for a moment. Then her
hands went under her hair and opened the two buttons holding up the top of
her sun-suit. Artlessly, she
returned her hands to her lap, taking the top of the sun
suit. She sat on the bed, eyes
downcast, her hands in her lap, her pert breasts revealed to his
gaze.
He was awed by the vision before him.
“Your breasts are beautiful!” he observed gazing at
her.
Drucilla flushed. He
had done it again. He’d
called her pretty. Now he said
her breasts were beautiful. His
compliments affected her and she felt . . . a stirring growing within her
that she couldn’t explain.
How does a girl cope with things like
this?
“Thank you,” she choked out, having difficulty forming the
words.
He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and gently turned her so
her back was to him. Then he
pulled her until she was leaning against him and allowed his hands to slip
around her. Again, he cupped
her breasts, caressing them gently, weighing
them. Finding her nipples, he
rolled them alternately between his
fingers. With a satisfied smile,
he felt the nipples begin to harden and her breathing sped
up.
“I like it when your nipples become hard,” he whispered
into her ear. Drucilla’s
eyes dropped to his hands as they manipulated
her. Yes, her nipples looked
hard and they stood straight out.
Were they becoming more sensitive as they became
harder? Distractedly,
she found herself liking his
hands. They were handsome
hands. And they certainly were
stimulating her, his fingertips grazing the tip of each
nipple. He tweaked her nipple
and felt her body tighten in response.
She admitted to herself that she was enjoying his
touch. She felt a slight
embarrassment as he fondled her, but nothing seemed unusual about
it. In fact, it made her feel
good.
“Does it please you when you ‘examine’ me?” she
asked, admiring his hands as they caressed
her. When she felt him nod his
head and kiss her shoulder, she smiled and lay her head backward against
him. Slowly, Drucilla
began to rotate her torso, alternately moving her chest forward and backward,
into his hands, and away from them. She wanted to place her hands over his
and press them to her, but she thought that would be
improper. He had said that it
pleased him to ‘examine’ her.
And in some way, she wanted to do what pleased
him. She crossed her
legs.
Eventually, he slowed his manipulations and
cupped her, pressing her against him as the palms of his hand covered her
breasts. She was
relaxed as she reclined against him, her head on his
shoulder. He saw the slight
movement of her crossed legs and smiled
again.
One hand pressed into her breast firmly, but the other slipped downward,
caressing her stomach, finding her belly button, and eventually slipping
to the waist of her sundress.
There was an elastic band around the waist of the sundress, and a
fabric belt that was tied in a bow at her
back. His finger ran along the
elastic waistband and gently pressed under it, but only
fractionally.
She seemed relaxed and contented, oblivious to everything outside
of the room. She was comfortable
and not thinking of anything, simply enjoying the touch of the hand caressing
her stomach.
“How do you feel?” he asked, allowing his finger to extend
about one inch below the elastic band of her sundress.
“I feel relaxed. I
feel good!” Drucilla answered honestly.
“Does it upset you when I ‘examine’
you?”
Drucilla pondered for a moment.
She thought she should be upset and uncomfortable by being caressed
by a man. But she had enjoyed
being ‘examined’ by him, and she was enjoying the touch of his
hands and fingers now. How could
that be? Amazon law forbade intimate contact with a
man. And yet he was touching
her in an intimate way now, and somehow it felt so
good! She shook her head in
answer and her hand covered his as he caressed her waist, not stopping him,
but simply holding her hand over his as his fingers slipped another inch
under the waistband of her dress.
Chapter
3. A few
questions
“I’ve wondered about Amazons,” he
commented. He withdrew his fingers
from her waistband and his hand slipped downwards outside of her sundress
until he felt the panty line. He
continued sliding his hand back and forth, this time tracing her panty line
through her dress. Although
her hand was still on top of his, she made no effort to stop
him.
“May I ask you a few questions?” he
continued. He gave her breast
a squeeze.
“Um-huh,” she
responded. Comfortable and relaxed,
Drucilla arched her back to press into his hand in response to his
squeeze.
“Have you ever mated with a man?”
He felt tension enter her, as she immediately
responded.
“No. Only certain
Amazons are selected, and then only when there is a need to build up our
population. It is a great honor to be
selected. And it is a once-in-a-lifetime
selection.”
“I guess would be necessary to select both an Amazon and an
appropriate male, wouldn’t
it? How are they
selected?”
“I don’t know.
But they would never select someone as young as I
am.”
Drucilla had been at ease when he ‘examined’
her. And she had grown comfortable
as he touched her. But this
conversation was making her very
uncomfortable. She was
dumbfounded by his next question.
“Would you like to mate with me?”
“Oh, no! Since I
haven’t been selected by the queen, it would be improper for me to have
a baby.”
He kissed her neck.
Suddenly, his attentions were making Drucilla even more
uncomfortable.
“It IS possible to mate without creating a baby, “
he whispered to her.
Is this possible? Drucilla
wondered. The idea of mating
without producing a baby had never occurred to her.
“Can you do that?
How?”
He smiled.
“It’s called using a condom.”
Drucilla considered this
information. “That must
be very powerful magic.”
“It is!”
“Why would a man and a woman mate if they knew there wouldn’t
be a baby?”
“They wouldn’t call it mating if a baby were not
desired. They would call it making
love. And they would do it because
they enjoyed it.” He rolled her nipple between her fingers.
“They would enjoy it?
Why? Mmmmmmmmmmmm,
that’s nice. I like
that!” As she was responding
to his stimulation to her nipple, he inched his other hand downward until
he felt the beginning of her pubic hair through her
clothes.
Drucilla was experiencing confusing and mixed
emotions. Talking with a man
about mating made her uncomfortable.
But she liked the way she felt as his hands touched her. It made her
feel worldly. He wasn’t in very good shape and wasn’t handsome,
but somehow she found him attractive. Her body was stimulated, and she was talking with a
man about mating.
She knew she would never be able to return to Paradise Island
pregnant. But if what he said was true, and she could mate
. . . or make love . . . and not get pregnant . .
.
Suddenly catching the flow of her mind, she quickly squelched these
thoughts.
“Men and women enjoy that type of pleasure when they are making
love.” He held her nipple
and gently pulled it away from her body.
“Really?
Ooooohhhh, yes! Is it like
that? Does it feel that
good?”
“Do you know how men and women mate?”
he asked.
”The man plants a seed in the woman and the seed grows and they
have a baby.” The
same answer an adult would give a small child.
“Do you know how?” he pressed.
“The man’s sexual organ gets stiff and he puts it inside
the woman and uses it to plant the seed.”
“Is there ever a time when the man plans a seed and there is
no baby?”
“Yes, but if it happens three months in a row, an Amazon is no
longer considered suitable for motherhood. It is somewhat of a disgrace in
the Amazon community.”
“Have you ever thought about bearing a
child?”
Drucilla’s thoughts took her where she didn’t want to
go. When she was growing up,
she had been taught about reproduction.
And she wondered early on about the
non-sequiter: If intimate contact
with men was forbidden with such vehemence, why had she been trained so carefully
about reproduction? She also
knew that an Amazon could only be selected for childbearing once in her
lifetime. But she, Drucilla,
was the queen’s second
child.
Once when she was small, she had asked her mother about her
father. Usually, her mother
would refuse to answer questions, but the queen had just returned from an
absence and had been very sad. The
queen had told her that she had the same father as her older sister,
Diana. Diana had been conceived when he had been a young sailor
who had been shipwrecked on Paradise
Island. After the queen had
been impregnated, the man was sent back to the outside
world. Years later, the
queen had sought him out. He
had been an old man when Drucilla was
conceived. The queen had just
returned from her final visit to him. He had been dying and he had died in her
arms. When Drucilla asked her
mother if she loved her father, the queen’s eyes clouded over with tears,
but she wouldn’t answer. The
queen never spoke of Drucilla’s father again.
Yes, Drucilla had thought about becoming a
mother. Of course, mating with
a man would be necessary. But
the idea of mating . . . or making love . . . simply for pleasure was new
to her.
His hand had inched lower, and he was now gently massaging her lower
pubis which combined with the self stimulation she was receiving from her
crossed legs began to make it difficult to concentrate on what was being
said. She grasped his
hand. Her respiration and heart
rate were elevated as she immobilized his
hand. “I think - - - uuuuhhh
- - - you’d better - - - stop
doing - - - that
- - -
He knew she was nineteen years old, but she seemed totally innocent
of men and sex and completely ignorant of the male-female sexual experience.
Making no effort to remove his hand, he asked again, “Am I hurting
you?”
“No,” she admitted again.
“Does it make you feel
good?” Even as he
asked, he ignored her hold on his hand and extended his fingers to hold her
lips between them and rolled his fingers, bringing much greater stimulation
to her clitoris.
Her intake of breath answered his
question. He was a skillful
lover and knew how close she was to
climaxing. Listening to her
gasps and moans, he observed her bodily reactions overriding her mental
reservations as she rose to a rolling, rewarding
climax. Her legs
trembled as weakness overcame her.
Was this what women in a man’s world called
orgasm? She couldn’t believe what she was
experiencing. He held her to
him as the spasms passed and she relaxed in his
arms. His hands had not moved,
although, he was no longer stimulating
her.
Drucilla was stunned by everything he had made her
feel. Her head was spinning with
stimulation.
“Do you know what you did to me?” she finally asked between
breaths.
“Yes, I shouldn’t
have!” It sounded like
he actually had contrition in his voice.
“I’m sorry!”
He kissed her neck. His
kisses felt good!
“But it feels even better if we don’t have clothes on.”
He whispered.
Drucilla was used to nudity.
It was an accepted behavior on Paradise Island, and she had enjoyed
nude bathing with her sisters. But
she remembered the taboo of being naked in the presence of a
man. But he had told her that
the taboo didn’t apply when they were in the
bedroom. She also realized that
past half hour had encompassed a considerable amount of intimate behavior
between her and the man. It
had been very exciting, but still, it was
forbidden! She had broken the
law!
As quickly as she recognized her violation of the law, her promise
to him flashed across her mind.
She had promised to meet him and share his bed and give him her honor
and her virginity, and somehow she knew she had to keep her
promise.
How could she yield to him?
If she kept her promise she might fall under the influence of the
man’s world. That would
mean she would become his slave forever.
Drucilla didn’t want to be anyone’s slave, and especially
she didn’t want to become the slave of a
man!
But she had made a promise.
And a promise, once given, must be
kept! That, too, was Amazon
law! But certainly he had not
defeated her in battle! Her
promise had not been made because she had been
defeated. The promise had been made under coercion, and not freely
given. If she kept her promise,
she would be participating under duress.
Could she truly be ‘intimate’ with a person who was coercing
her? If she gave herself to
him under these circumstances, she would simply be keeping a promise, not
freely yielding! There was no
reason why she should lose her Amazon powers and become his
slave.
As she reflected on what had happened, somehow it didn’t seem
‘intimate’. How
was that possible?
She tried to deny it, but actually, she had enjoyed being with
him! Although she felt beholden
to Amazon law, she found herself pleasantly attracted to the
man.
Both of his hands moved and rested on her bare
stomach. One hand moved to the bow on the fabric sash of her sundress
and pulled the knot loose. Then
he found the elastic on the waist of her sundress and slowly began sliding
the sundress down over her hips.
Drucilla was quiet and unsure and was feeling quite nervous
now. Somehow, she knew she had
to resist him! But Drucilla
had no idea how to stop him! Her
mind couldn’t formulate any plan of
resistance. Trying to think,
but finding her mind unresponsive, she gave the only resistance she could
contemplate: She didn’t raise her hips to allow him to slide her dress
off. The man thwarted her plan
by sliding his hands underneath her hips to lift her enough to slide the
dress downward to her mid thighs, as far as he could
reach.
Keeping his hands under her arms, he raised his hands to grasp her
shoulders and hug her to him. He
kissed her neck. Then he moved
from behind her and she could no longer lean against him and she settled
into a sitting position. She
grasped her dress and tried to pull it back
up. As he moved from the bed,
he immediately grasped her hand to prevent her
action. Then, still holding
her hand, he knelt, kissed her thigh, and gently extracted the dress from
her hand and continued pulling it downward until it slipped over her
heels. Sitting back on his haunches,
he unbuckled her sandals and removed them also.
Mutely, wearing only her panties, her hands
folded in her lap, she watched dismayed as he stood and removed his clothes,
leaving only his jockey shorts in place.
The bulge in his shorts mesmerized
her. She couldn’t take
her eyes from that bulge. He
removed his shoes and stockings.
Of course, he observed her fascination as
he took a small square package from the
nightstand. He sat beside her,
put his arm around her shoulders and drew her gently but somewhat demandingly
backwards. Somehow, she knew
that if she allowed herself to lie down with him, there would be no further
chance to escape. Did she have
a choice? Did she have a decision to be
made? If so, it was her
decision! But he was making
it for her!
She felt her shoulders touch the bed and she settled into the mattress.
He took one of her hands and kissed her
knuckles. Then he kissed her
lips. This was only the third
time she had been kissed by a man!
It felt wicked and exciting, naughty and enticing, and it raised all
of Drucilla’s teenage feelings of rebellion against the values of her
culture to the forefront of her mind.
His hand ran up her side and they both watched
as his hand took control of her breast, gently compressing
it. Drucilla’s tension
built! His hand moved and she
stiffened as his fingers encompassed her
breast. He took one nipple in
his mouth and sucked on it, making Wonder Girl whimper, almost melting beneath
his lips. He bit into the soft
pink flesh, a little harder than gently, and Wonder Girl gasped and squirmed
more. He returned to his sucking
as the nipple grew firmer. After
another bite, he began flicking his tongue around the totally hard
nipple. She was breathing
rapidly.
Still gently nibbling her nipples, his hand slipped to her panties and somehow pulled them aside. This was what they had warned her about! This was what she had been told she should never allow. Drucilla stiffened and held her breath as he touched her uncovered mound. His fingers slipped downward momentarily bring pressure on her clit causing her to gasp. He pressed further, insistently urging her to spread her knees. Not knowing what to do, she allowed her legs to separate and his finger traversed the length of her damp lips before separating the labia. Then his finger traversed her from rear to front and Drucilla whimpered as his finger paused over her opening and pressed gently, but not entering. Totally over stimulated, she didn’t know what was causing her the most excitement, his mouth on her nipple or his finger pressing her. She turned her head away as the finger moved to the area between her vaginal orifice and her clit, gently massaging her.
Again, he bit her nipple, drawing her attention
to her breasts again as he slipped his finger upward and gently slid the
hood back from her clitoris.
Drucilla cried out as a man’s finger touched her exposed
clit.
What was happening to
her? What was he doing to
her? This was a
MAN! How was it possible
for him to make her feel this way?
How could he be doing these things to
her? She should stop!
If she didn’t, she knew that her honor was in
danger! She should
leave! It was forbidden for
an Amazon to be ‘intimate’ with a
man! Promise or no promise, this had to
stop!
His finger gently ran along the length of
her clit, and Drucilla was paralyzed.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, couldn’t do
anything!
Without interrupting his digital manipulation,
he rose to his knees and began to kiss his way from her breast
downward. Drucilla felt like
she had lost something as he left her nipple and she felt the cool air replacing
the warmth of his mouth.
His kisses passed her belly button and paused
at the waistband of her panties.
Again, his finger traced the length of her clit causing her to moan
and wiggle. The stimulation
was so great Drucilla was only remotely aware that his free hand was tugging
her panties downward over her hips.
As the panties moved, his kisses followed the receding waistband and
he was kissing the top of her fur-covered
mound.
The lower the panties went, the more he could
kiss! Recklessly, Drucilla slid
the panties down her other hip, presenting her entire pubis to his
lips. Accepting her gift, he
kissed lower until his lips and finger were on opposite sides of the same
organ.
He shifted lower in the bed and with
Drucilla’s help, pulled her panties down below her
thighs. The constriction of
her panties forced her knees together, capturing the man’s
hand. With her knees together,
he could not access her clit.
Frustrated, Drucilla pushed the garment over her knee and drew her
foot out, permitting his finger to reestablish itself and generating unbelievable
sensations as her movements caused new and unexpected contact against his
finger. She gave a deep moan, and bent her knee and let it fall outward,
unwittingly opening herself to him.
Chapter
4. Aaaahhhhh!
With blurry eyes, Dru looked
down. She was
naked! He was touching
her! Mortification flooded
through her. This shouldn’t be
happening. How had she gotten
into this position? How was
it possible that things had progressed this far this
fast?
Desperately, she tried to regain control of the situation. “. . .Got to stop! . . . Can’t . . . “
Whatever intensions she had mustered evaporated
as a second finger came into contact with her vaginal entrance, just touching,
not entering. If he entered
her, she might be able to resist.
But this soft touch . . .
He was a skilled and proficient lover. He
knew exactly what he was doing to her.
And he knew that he could
not let her orgasm. If she climaxed
now, there would be an interruption and she would have a chance to regain
her wits, and that couldn’t to be permitted.
He slid between her legs and his lips found
her clitoris. He kept the finger
subtly but insistently touching her vaginal opening as he tenderly drew her
erect clit between his lips.
Drucilla was moaning. He
would gently suck the organ between his lips, and then relax, always holding
the center of her pleasure in his mouth.
She tossed her head from side to
side. Semi-comatose from
over-stimulation, she thrashed her legs.
Getting no relief from that, she took hold of his head, trying to
pull him away. She gurgled as
he touched her with the tip of his
tongue. She couldn’t think
about anything except what was happening to
her. She was totally absorbed
with her feelings, unconscious to almost anything
else. Moans and cries of sexual
excitement slipped from her lips.
He slipped his boxers off and rolled a condom
into place.
“. . . Got to stop . . . can’t go
on . . . it’s too much!”
Wonder Girl croaked as she desperately but feebly tugged at his hair,
trying to move his head and give her some relief from the erotic tension
that was constantly growing greater, but never permitting her
relief.
He allowed her to draw his head upward, but
he kept her lips spread with two fingers as a third finger remained at her
opening.
His mouth reached hers and he kissed her fully
on the lips. And he held
the kiss. Drucilla threw her
arms around him and kissed him hungrily.
He had kissed her, but this was the first time she had kissed him,
the first time she kissed any man, and in her hypersensitive state, she wallowed
in the kiss. His free hand entwined
in her hair, pressing her lips to his.
He moved his body upward, maneuvering himself
between her lower lips until his finger had been replaced with something
larger. Dru was so engrossed in the kiss she didn’t distinguish the
difference.
He let his tongue touch hers sending electricity
jolting through her and making her moan against his
lips. As she moaned, he
edged the head into her opening.
Dru realized she was being penetrated and tried to pull away from
the kiss. He restrained her, keeping their lips pressed together
until he reached her hymen.
Pulling free, panting, her eyes were wide
open staring at him. She was
trembling.
“No! - - - Don’t! - - - Stop! - - -I can’t - - -
Uuuuuuhhhhhhh!”
He allowed her three objections and as she began the fourth, he pressed
through claiming her maidenhead.
As he entered her, she clenched around him in a futile and belated
effort to stop his theft of her virtue.
She raised her head and shut her eyes, her mouth forming a perfect
“O”
“It’s too late!” he
whispered. “We can’t
stop now!”
A moment passed, and any resistance she may have had seemed to crumble
beneath his weight. He had taken
her. She was
defeated! He had said they couldn’t
stop. And in her innocence,
she believed there was no reason for him to lie to
her. The thought of resisting
him never entered her mind.
“Ohhhhhh - - -.” she moaned, “I can’t fight
you!” She was trembling
beneath him. The tension left
her muscles and her knees fell to the bed. She was his to take, to ravish
as he wished.
All of the foreplay had generated a profuse amount of
lubrication. He withdrew an
inch to spread her fluids around, and pressed deeper into
her. She whimpered and her panting
increased. Any residual resistance had come to an
end. He pressed deeper into
her and she gasped loudly and her body trembled, the pain of her deflowering
ready passing into memory.
She couldn’t believe what she was
experiencing! Her stretched
vagina was sopping wet, and she craved - - - what? - - - relief? - - - something
- - - but she didn’t know what.
Carefully, he began his thrusts into her,
slowly at first. He was practicing
his favorite technique: each thrust gently caressed her clit lifting her
most assuredly toward her climax.
She had felt nothing like this
before. He wasn’t
rough. In fact, he was almost
tender. Her stomach was aflutter
as the sensation seemed to spread throughout her entire body.
He was using all of his considerable skills
to bring them both to culmination
together. Gently, he caressed
her breasts, kissed her face
Breathing heavily, Drucilla gasped and moaned, not caring about anything
else. She had already had one
orgasm, but this was entirely different.
Mindlessly, she tossed her head from side to side while he groaned
and grunted in her ear.
He had successfully seduced her.
Using force or invoking her promise or hadn’t been
necessary. Technically, she
had fulfilled her promise and he had no further claim on
her. But he knew he would want
her again. So now he had
to give her an experience that she would crave over and
over. And the craving would
have to be strong enough to prevail over Drucilla’s deference to Amazon
law.
In short, this had to be a ‘bang-up’ experience (pun
intended)!
Quietly, he whispered in her ear, "Do you like that? Does it feel
good?" She nodded and couldn't find words. “It feels so … Oooooo
. . . .” He kissed
her neck making her squirm more. Drucilla arched her back and wrapped her
legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back as he drove deeper into
her. She bucked against his
manhood and groaned loudly. Was
this was what it felt like to come under the influence of a man’s
world? She tried to grab
his shoulders. But she felt
weak and she gasped louder as he pressed
harder. His penetrations were deep, all consuming, totally possessing
her. Without thinking she tightened
even more around his member. Her excitement rose as she began moving her
hips in juxtaposition to his movements, her hips rising to augment his
thrusts. She was totally unaware
that she was establishing a rhythm matching
his. She began moaning in time
with his thrusts. They were
moving faster, now, and he was thrusting
harder. Drucilla cried out and
her head rolled back and forth like a drunken teenager.
His effort to conquer her had been so intense, his fervor so great
that his state of excitement was almost as high as
hers. Maintaining control much
longer would be very difficult.
But he also saw that she was teetering on the brink of a mind-shattering
climax. He gazed into her eyes
as she tightened around him once
again.
He pumped harder and faster.
Wonder Girl was on
fire. “Merciful Minerva!
It feels so good! Ohhhh, ahhh, yes ... yes ... YES ....
IEEEEEEE!“ Unrelentingly,
he was driving her onward. He refused to let up, forcing her . . . forcing
her . . . forcing . . . her . .
..
Drucilla’s orgasm hit her
like a freight train! Her world
shattered like a kaleidoscope of sensations and her body convulsed as the
orgasmic wave overwhelmed her already numbed
senses. Her back arched and
her hips rose from the bed as she rode her apoplectic
climax. She shivered in a wild
frenzy of muscular contractions.
Her sweet cunt, deep in the throes of her orgasm, frantically and
spasmodically clutched him.
Flushed and trembling, he pressed
his lips to hers to smother any scream she might
make. And he climaxed hard
discharging his hot seed deep inside
her. She felt herself being
filled with his seed, and she came again, one climax rolling over the
other.
They convulsed in each other’s
arms, crying, groaning, panting together, perfectly mated, perfectly matched,
perfectly fitting each other.
Their two bodies remained clenched together in post-orgasmic
bliss. Sated, they both lay
kissing, he resting on Drucilla’s bountiful
breasts. Lovingly, he caressed
her face, her sweat covered body, calming her, soothing
her. Her convulsing body began
to return to her control, and she began to relax, almost cooing under his
gentle caresses. They clung quietly together for what seemed like an eternity.
Their breathing returned to normal. Eventually, he withdrew from Drucilla,
moving to the side and disposing of the
condom.
“This is forbidden!” Wonder Girl said, still panting. “How come I feel so good?”
“Maybe that’s why it’s
forbidden,” he replied between
breaths. “How do you
feel?”
“It hurt like hell!” she answered
frankly. “But then it got
better.”
“And did you enjoy it?
Did you like it?”
Wonder Girl smiled and nodded her
head. Unbidden,
a new thought crossed her mind.
“Am I Your slave
now?”
”Do you feel like my slave?
“No.”
“What does the Amazon law say?”
“If a man defeats an Amazon in battle,” Drucilla recited,
“and forces her to mate with him and she gives herself freely to him,
then she will lose all her power and become his
slave.”
“Did I defeat you in battle?”
“No.”
“Did I force you to mate with
me?”
Wonder Girl Blushed deeply, and dropped her
eyes. “No.” she whispered.
“And it is not a complete mating if you are not pregnant, is
it?”
Wonder Girl thought for a minute, still not raising her
eyes. “I guess
not.”
Finally Drucilla asked, “Will I get pregnant,
now?”
He shook his head. “I
don’t think so. I used
a condom to prevent pregnancy.”
Drucilla seemed satisfied with this.
He saw her tremble and
a crimson flush passed over her entire
body. “But I
did give myself freely to you, didn’t
I”
“Did you?” he asked.
“You were brought here in a mind-controlled
condition. You couldn’t
resist that. And I took advantage
of your inexperience. You
couldn’t be blamed for that.
And it seems that there is an Amazon curse that drives an Amazon on
once she has reached a certain level of
stimulation. You couldn’t
control that, could you?
“
Wonder Girl shook her head.
“So, do you think you are guilty of ‘freely giving
yourself’ to me?”
”I guess not.”
She snuggled in his arms.
After a long period of thought, she spoke again.
“You said people did this because . . . “ she hesitated
before continuing, “ . . .because they enjoyed
it.” Her eyes rose to
his. He
nodded.
“Does that mean they do it . . . “ again she hesitated,
“ . . . more than once?”
Her voice was almost a whisper.
Again he nodded.
Drucilla’s eyes seemed to fill with
sadness. “You understand,
don’t you, that this is forbidden for
me. I can’t . . . I can’t . . . “ Drucilla
was stuttering.
He smiled! She was trying
to find a rationalization, and he allowed her to work out her thoughts on
her own.
“If being like that is what it’s
like to be a man’s slave, I think I want to be your
slave. I want to have your
babies. I’m willing to
accept the influences of a man’s world.”
He shook his head. “That’s not possible. You are an Amazon. You must remain an Amazon.”
He could see the disappointment in her
face.
“I have just learned what
it's like to have someone make love to me. I like it so much that I want
to do it on a regular basis with you.
But Amazon law forbids intimate contact with a
man.”
“Hasn’t your sister
been captured by villains and . . .?“
Drucilla shuttered.
“You certainly can’t consider that as being intimate with
anyone!”
An idea crossed her mind.
“If you – take – me – again, if
you hold me down and – do it, and I don’t consent
to freely give myself to you, I won’t be under the law, will
I?
Bingo! She had gotten
there all by herself! He had
won! He rolled toward the edge of the bed to open the
drawer of the nightstand.
Drucilla moaned, “Ummm...don't leave.
Please stay!
Immediately he returned with a handful of
silk scarves and handkerchiefs.
She watched as he sat beside her and tied one corner of the silk kerchief
around her wrist. Then, he stretched
her arm toward the corner of the bed and tied the other end of the scarf
to the bedpost. He repeated
the procedure with her other arm.
Although Drucilla wasn’t
wearing her magic belt of power, she still felt the remainder of her Amazon
strength drain out of her as her hands were bound by a
man.
She tugged at the silken fabric that was binding
her. He had tied his knots
well: They wouldn’t come
loose.
Again, his hands began to caress her and almost
immediately her vagina became wet.
He found her clitoris and slowly began rubbing it as his body pressed
close to hers. His long, passionate
kisses drove her wild. She began
to struggle to see if she could get away, but he put his leg over hers,
effectively capturing it.
She tried to struggle harder, to resist
him. But having her strength
limited by being bound, and not having the use of her arms, she found there
was little she could to resist him.
Soon the bound Amazon was making love again
with her benefactor. Between
gasps, she exclaimed, “Oh, by Aphrodite, I'm helpless...I never thought
it would feel so good to be helpless in a man’s
hands!”
Although her wrists were bound, she was much more aware of what was happening to her this time.
“Ohhh . .
. yes . . . right there . . . oooooah!” she
whimpered. “Great Hera
that feels soooo good!” She
gasped. “Ahhh . . . please
again . . . harder . . . ohhhh! “
His arms slipped under her knees, raising them to permit even deeper
penetration. He clenched her
buttocks in his hands as he drove into her, and within moments they both
climaxed together.
# # #
End of part
2. Part three, a very
different part three, is coming.
(And what do you think
Diana’s reaction will be
when she learns about what happened
to her sister?)
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