Wonder Woman meets The Chemical Master

By DK

Part Two


Wonder Woman groggily came to as bolts of pain shot through her arm. Two men were attaching her limbs to four corners of what appeared to be a table. She tried to sit up and strike one of the men only to discover that she had a leather harness around her waist as well. Her legs had already been shackled to the corners of the table, and the pain was caused by the man nearest her head wrenching her arm up into the manacles at the other end of the table. She then became very uneasy as a familiar voice entered the room.
“Please set her arm and give her a dose of morphine for the pain. Then administer something to counteract the Fentrisol, and give her a shot of our ‘special brew’”
A new voice replied “all shall be done within the hour”
“Excellent, I will return when you are through. 47, please bring the imbesile with the broken jaw to the disposal chamber, grill him, and remove him from our employ.”
“At once, boss” answered a third voice.
She heard every word but was finding it difficult to understand their meaning.Wonder Woman was still heavily drugged, and having a difficult time focusing her vision or her attention.Her right arm was coursing with pain and had become a purplish mass twice the size of her left arm. Other than the arm, she was showing almost no signs of having been in a struggle , however. She turned with a startle as she realized that a man was moving that right arm.
A shot was being administered just below the right shoulder. She winced in pain, but started to relish the feeling, as it was jolting her back to consciousness at a prodigious rate. She realized that this man was more than likely some sort of pseudo-doctor. He began to set the broken area of her upper right arm in a make-shift splint, as numbing waves of pain registered. She tried to focus on his activities, but found it very difficult. The next thing she was aware of was a shot being administered in her left arm. A second shot followed and her ‘doctor’ left the room
WW started to become aware of her surroundings at an increased rate, and her pain was dissipating. She still could not concentrate well, however, even though she was at a higher than normal state of awareness. She noticed that the room she was in was very well appointed in an industrial way, and that the table? she was strapped to was unlike any she had seen before. She also noted that she was alone and tested her bonds to no avail.
Suddenly, her captor appeared, and she inhaled deeply and visibly, steeling herself for the confrontation to follow. She still felt like she was in a fog, and fought to concentrate as best she could. She started to speak when she noticed her lariat in his grasp. He reached down and slid his right arm under her waist and fed the lasso around her, getting uncomfortably close for the princess. She managed to say “who are....” before he cut her off with a single word.
“Silence!”- The power of the lasso ripped through her as she was forced to obey.
Our villain stood back and just stared at his captive. It was hard not to stare for any man, and he was no exception. The Amazon was granted beauty by the Greek Deities at her creation, and she was fairer than any mortal. She had the strength of twenty men, but was the perfection of the female form. His eyes followed her raven locks to admire the finely-chiseled jawline that defined the face he could not avert his eyes from. Her full red lips neatly placed below those large blue eyes, whose depth defied description. After several moments, his eyes followed a trail of visual candy down the long neck, along the easily visible collar-bone, and to her canyon of cleavage. The tops of the breasts were swelling up and down with every breath. He admired how they bulged slightly around the sides of her bustier. The costume itself was augmenting her natural gifts, and the hue of red contrasted beautifully with her skin. The skin itself was the most amazing part of her beauty to him- how could a woman with an athletic figure that can toss a bus, have skin so soft and supple. The skin itself almost looked as if she had never worked out a day in her life, or that a sun’s ray had ever struck it, and yet she had some color. Soft, luxurious, supple, - none of these could adequately describe the visual appeal of her. He then visually traced her outline to her o so slender waist. Slender, but not so small as to devide her body visually in two. ‘Beautiful continuity and contours are what define this goddess’, he thought. The waist flowed beautifully into a set of hips that were not athletic at all, and yet were easily narrower than her shoulders- an optical definition of womanhood. He was then drawn back to admiring her costume, as her star-spangled cobalt ‘panties’ had a French cut, neatly displaying her upper thighs to advantage, surrounding the thin strip of blue wrapping itself between her legs. And, wow, what legs. If Betty Grable was insured for a million, these were worth an easy billion. Muscular calves stretched the fabric of her red boots, leading the eye to the remainder of those long , slender legs. The upper thighs were also well-muscled, yet amazingly not over-defined- the muscles not appearing to widen the sleek contours one millimeter! He then stood back to admire the entirety of the package and could find no flaw, nor could he even contemplate envisioning one. Such was her rapture over him.
WW just watched him gaping and leering, and got htis vague feeling that she had seen a reaction like this before. Her powers of concentration weak, she just could not place the memory. She tried to shift, as his steady gaze was making her uneasy.
After several awkward minutes for our heroine, the villain snapped out of his reverie. “I am truly sorry about your arm, my dear- I have, however, removed the insubordinate from my employ. As for you, I have some reparations to extract- several thwarted heists, and five years in jail”
The criminal then removed his mask.
“I bet you didn’t even know I was out of jail, did you??”
Diana could not reply, because of the lasso’s hold on her. She did not recognize the villain, however. She thought perhaps that the drugs were affecting her memory.
Forgetting that she could not reply, our villain continued: “ you don’t even recognize me do you-I can see it in your eyes. Let me reintroduce myself- Gary Collins- but you can call me the ChemicalMaster- or just Master if you prefer” Gary chuckled to himself.
He explained, “you stopped a robbery at Franklin Labs five years ago, where all the pieces didn’t fit together for you. Someone with super strength busted in and stole a bunch of chemicals from the lab. You came crashing through the door to find ‘ordinary Joe’ Gary Collins looking at you in amazement. You tossed that golden rope around my shoulders, and asked me if I had stolen any chemicals, to which I was forced to answer ‘yes’- because I had for home experiments for many years. But you couldn’t wait for that full explaination, and I got sent to jail for five long years....”
WW finally placed Gary, for she remembered how odd it was when she crashed into the Lab: Gary had no super powers and just stared transfixed on her as she walked up to him and through the lasso on his shoulders.Gary then admitted to stealing the chemicals under the power of her lariat.
“.......no wine, no women, no song, no mirth. And I have you to owe for it all, five long years. I didn’t even see a woman for several months at a time- and the last vision I could remember was you dominating me at the Lab, for five years, you were the only female I knew.”
Something about the way he was talking gave Diana a chill down her spine.
“So you owe me for five years, and several million dollars. And unless you have that kind of cash on you, we’re just going to have to work out some other kind of arrangements .....”
With that, he directed a remote at the ceiling, and several video cameras dropped out of panels, all directed at Diana. He then grasped the lasso, and moved it delicately up, so it ran around her shoulder blades, and cascaded over the tops of her breasts.He issued a second command: ‘you may not talk, but silence is unnesscesary”.
This baffled WW as she continued to drift through her haze. She then saw him remove his blazer and tie, and walked up to the table nearest her head.
“ I had this table specially constructed to my specifications- and yours- just for this occasion, my dear”
With another push of a button, the table seemed to vanish to his captive. The tabletop split into pieces and retracted into the floor, leaving the four manacles attached to three-foot poles in the floor, and a padded pedestal running from her lower shoulders to her waist only supporting WW. The princess could not see the reason for this change, and it was very disconcerting to her foggy senses. Another press of a button and the center pedestal began to rise. This stopped after about six inches, stretching her taut and bowing her upward. She looked as though she were suspended in air, staring at the ceiling. She was straining to hold her head up, and keep her weight on the small of her back so the strain on her limbs would be lessened.
Gary, then walked up to his beautiful captive, and grabbed the lasso. “Phase 1 was the trap, phase 2 was your capture, phase 3 is your humiliation!”
He sauntered up to her between her arms and ordered her to ‘kiss me long, and kiss me deep”. He then bent down, and kissed her, holding her nostrils shut, and forcing his tongue into her warm inviting mouth. She resisted as best she could but was forced to move her lips over his own. Repulsed, she tried to pull away, but found she could not.After several minutes of exploring those full lips, Gary backed away.
WW tried to utter a protest but found she could not, When to her dismay she heard Gary say, “ yes, I think that will do nicely” as he unzipped his trousers. “let your head drop and look at me” he ordered. WW did as she was ordered, to realize that she was staring upside-down directly at a man’s sexual organ. Even our dazed and innocent heroine could guess what was coming next, and her mind screamed.
She pulled hard at her restraints, and her entire body tensed as she tried to pull away. Forced to look at him, she stared in amazement at his phallus. She had no idea if it was large or small, but it was so much more .....imposing than the pictures she had seen as a youth studying anatomy. The member was somewhere between erect and flaccid and throbbing to an unheard rythym. She shuddered as the command she knew was coming was issued, “pleasure me with your mouth, princess-and don’t let any teeth touch my skin”.
WW didn’t know exactly how this was accomplished, but could guess none the less. She began with a wet kiss to the rose-colored head of his penis, rewarded with a quick pulse of his member. She began to kiss the organ up and down both sides of the shaft, and especially the underside, as these were the areas most accessible to her in her confined state. She could not believe this was happening, and felt like biting the offensive schlong in two. The next thing she knew Gary said, “lick it, like a popsickle”.
Diana responded instantly licking from the base to the head, and craning her neck to move around to the other side, and repeated the process. Gary was now noticibly larger, as she continued to “work the popsickle”. Gary had to tell her to “flit your tongue along my shaft, and vary your techniques.”
<techniques?> thought WW, <I’d like to show him some techniques> , but complied with the command anyway.
Gary then utilized his remote one more time, releasing Diana’s left arm from it’s shackle. Before she could react he said “do not attempt to escape or harm me in anyway, now grab my shaft and slowly jerk me off while you kiss my balls”.
WW found this very repulsive, as she thought <those hairy sacs have got to be the most unattractive portion of the human body that Zeus ever created> She started to Kiss his testicles, and made an observation <interesting, as he is aroused, the Penis gets larger, but the balls get smaller>She was also slowly yanking him as she moved her tongue between his legs.
Gary was beginning to really get worked up now, watching this beautiful woman forced to play with him. He looked down and was amazed- she was on her back stretched taut and bowed backwards, and her breasts still formed some cleavage under that bustier. He was sufficiently elongated to give forth another order; “open your mouth and take my fullness in and slowly suck on me”
WW was new to this entire arena but her mouth was warm and enviting and she apparantly understood this command better than the others, as she performed this task with more vigor. She would plunge halfway down the length of him and then slowly suck back up, and then repeat the process. Gary getting very aroused stuttered “mmmake sure to use your tongue, baby. And go deeper”
WW took in all she thought she could take without gagging and continued to pleasure Gary. He had reached his full length by now and she was astonished at how much it could expand. She noticed that Gary was letting faint gutteral sounds escape every time she reached the end of his head. Moving her tongue along the shaft as she went, Gary was close to euphoria.
Gary quickly building to a frenzy, reached down and grabbed her neck with both hands, and struggled to say ‘o-o-open your throat, bitch’, and began to violently thrust in and out of WW’s waiting mouth.
<Gods, what did I do to deserve this. I’m going to gag. there’s no way he’s getting all that in....>
Balls slapping her between the eyes , WW noticed that not only was he ruthlessly pummeling her orally, he was working up and down her neck with his hands using that as his hold to mercilessly slam her throat again. WW also noted that the lasso’s pull caused her to move her head lower to give Gary better access.
Gary could not see straight he was in such bliss, Diana’a throat the first encounter in 5 years for him. He continued to reach new depths, until he sunk all the way in, his pubic hair making contact with her chin.He managed to thrust in several more times before Diana felt him tighten his buttcheeks and spasm uncontrollably. She did not know what was coming(pun intended) and did not pull away as she felt an almost lacerating spray of gism against the back of her throat. She began to gag, but Gary pulled half way out just in time. He slowly thrust back in, spraying her continuously, as WW was wretching mentally at this spectacle she had become. Gary started to slow as his body slowly pumped the remainder of his seed into his gorgeous captive. Utterly spent, Gary ordered Diana to”swallow it all, and lick off my dick as if you were cleaning the icing off a spatula”-which she did as no one else had ever done to Gary.
Gary then backed up, and resecured Diana’s arm. He said “you are a quick learner- you obviously weren’t well-practiced in the art-although we can remedy that!” he chuckled.
With a couple of motions, he activated the table again, and it returned to it’s original position. The ceiling opened up again and what looked like a very large fluorescent light dropped down above WW. He reached under the table and placed some blacked out goggles attatched to several cords over her eyes. He then connected some diodes to her temples and wrists. He reached down and grabbed a syringe and emptied the contents into Diana’s left arm. He then could resist the temptation no longer and quickly thrust his right hand into her bustier and grabbed her left breast. He gave the nipple a quick pinch before withdrawing just as rapidly. “time for games is temporarily over” he stated, as he placed a microphone in front of her reddened face. “I know you can’t see it but there is a microphone directly above you”, he said as he grasped the magic rope, “please tell the microphone any bit of knowledge that I would find useful or interesting, beginning with any item you don’t want me to know, and omit nothing. Oh, and make sure you pause between each fact and keep your eyes open at all times. I’m going to take a nap now”.
Gary flicked on a switch and the overhead light began to bathe Diana in a red glow. As he left the room he could hear her muttering “ I am secretly Diana Prince, Superman is Clark Kent, Batman is .......
During each pause a flash of light could be seen escaping around the edges of the goggles, and Wonder Woman would twitch with each burst of light.


End Part Two

Part Three