NORA

by The Vision

(aka FliBiNite)

Strong and tough, Nora Edgerton wrestled the large, wheel-like object up the back stairwell of the Regent Embassy hotel, hurrying as fast as she could, not wanting to be seen. But the “wheel” was bulky, almost four feet around, and heavy, so even with her special canvas carrying bag she was having some difficulty moving as fast as she would have liked. She had a whole list of prepared excuses for what she was doing if she ran into anyone on the stairs, but she thought they all seemed a bit lame, and was hoping not to be seen at all rather than have to use them on anyone. She smiled grimly, imagining some drunken stud gallantly offering the “poor, weak woman” a hand with her cumbersome package. She struggled to move faster, trying not to bump into any walls, knock over any fire extinguishers, or in any manner draw more attention to herself than absolutely necessary. It was a Friday night, actually having just switched over to Saturday morning, the weather warm and humid and windy for late September, and Nora was beginning to sweat profusely inside her clothes.

Finally reaching the landing to the seventh floor, she paused to catch her breath, more winded than she thought she’d be. She had practiced and trained for every aspect of this event, but not with the actual object she now carried, her “boys” in the Developmental Constructions lab having just finished their work on it the previous day. Thus she was bit unprepared for just how difficult it was to haul the thing up seven flights of narrow stairs to her hotel room, and without the canvas sling they had provided her, it would have been almost impossible. But this was the last item, the last piece of gear to be freighted to her room, the rest just set-up, preparation, and waiting for her quarry to arrive. Although winded and sweaty, she was recovering quickly, in great physical shape. She recognized that some of what her body was feeling was being caused not only by her physical exertions, but also by the general excitement racing through her at the thought of all her preparation, all her work, coming to a head in the next few hours, perhaps even over the next few days. She felt nervous, exhilarated, hyper-alert...surprised to find herself even feeling a bit afraid, and shocked to find herself slightly aroused by the thought of what was to come. Shaking her head in frustration, and taking a few more seconds to calm her breathing, Nora pushed the fear and arousal down deep inside of herself and locked it away, as she always did, as she had for ages, finally opening the stairwell door, sticking her head out and peering up and down the hallway. Seeing no one, she threw open the door and hustled to the entrance of her relatively secluded (and expensive) suite, hefting the sling and its contents on her well-rounded hip. Quickly sliding in her keycard, she opened the door and threw herself and her cargo inside.

Nora stood there, panting slightly still, leaning back against the now-closed door, trembling again a bit from the excitement and exertion of it all. Looking around the main room of the suite she had begun occupying the previous Tuesday, she was glad to see that it appeared completely normal, nothing to create suspicions that the master bedroom was in any way different, abnormal. This was as she had planned it, the element of surprise completely necessary for her to complete her task, for her to WIN!! Rolling the “wheel” into the master bedroom, she felt the need to hurry for some reason, knowing from practice and her mental schedule that she had plenty of time yet to complete her tasks before the big showdown, but suddenly anxious for it to happen, to get on with it. Nora leaned the wheel against the bed, standing straight, trying to relax, to steady her nerves, realizing it would do her no good at all to get so wired already. She closed her eyes, centering her thoughts on what she needed to do next, such the strength of her self-control that within seconds her mind and body were re-ordered, purposeful, and calm. Looking around the bedroom at all the opened bags and boxes, she smiled, and set to work to finish her preparations.

She shrugged off the light jacket she had foolishly put on earlier, opting not to change back into her work clothes, but to finish her tasks in just the loose yellow blouse and tan slacks she now wore, lightly berating herself for not wearing a bra today, but smiling at the thought of the wild and sexy outfit that hung in the bedroom closet, still draped in plastic. THAT was for later, when the real fun would begin. Most of the needed work in the room having already been accomplished, Nora set to work with deliberate speed to set up the wheel, the last, but most necessary ingredient of her recipe for the capture and control of the “great” Wonder Woman.

She lowered the wheel onto the floor on its side now. A wheel?? Not really....rather a large, specially reinforced circle of computer age plastics and resins, almost four feet around and three and a half inches thick, with a round six inch hole right in the very middle. With practiced efficiency, Nora attached two hinged robot-like arms to the top of the huge “donut”, connecting the two now-upraised “hands” with the special sown cloth she had made. With careful skill, she then opened the recessed locking devices on the donut top and used her arms (pulling) and her feet (pushing) to open up the giant circle of plastic, to spread it so that it looked like some monstrous version of MsPacMan with its mouth open. Nora knew that it would stay open like this until the locks were released, at which time the mouth would close with a powerful snap, re-locking itself in the shut position.

Now came the last remaining delicate, dangerous part, outside of her actual confrontation with Wonder Woman herself. Standing the wheel on its side so that it’s open mouth pointed toward the ceiling, she lowered herself into it, face first, so that the front of her neck rested against the far wall of the hole in the center. She then reached far in front of her face, wrapped her hands underneath the outside of the wheel, and heaved....managing by brute strength to raise her head and lift the wheel so that it now went around her neck and rested on her shoulders like a yoke. Standing slowly, so as not to jostle the locks (a considerable effort, itself) and working and turning the yoke slowly on her shoulders so that the open mouth of it now was in front of her and not behind her, Nora moved toward the reinforced brackets she had placed at a little above shoulder level on the inside wall of the bedroom door, the door and its hinges having already been completely removed. Nora knew that if she screwed up now, she could end up trapping herself, an idea which sent a brief tingle through her, but one which she managed to ignore. Working cautiously, she guided the very tips of the open mouth of the yoke, the lips if you would, into the brackets that stuck out six inches from the bedroom wall. Making sure it had settled into them properly, she slowly moved forward, letting the brackets take more and more of the yoke’s weight, until such time as she reached a portion of the mouth open wide enough for her to duck her head through and escape. As she did so she could hear the brackets and wall joists groaning under the new strain, the fulcrum holding all the weight located there, at the very end, and not near the middle. But hold they did, and Nora breathed a sigh of relief.

She then raised up a heavy gauge steel netting, connecting it to the underside of the yoke in a circle, much like a basketball net, the heavy intermeshed steel strands falling to the floor everywhere except where the “mouth” opened. Nora went farther into the room then, her preparations nearly complete, grabbing the three lengths of cable hanging from the three motorized winches bolted into the ceiling joists in a triangular fashion above her head. She pulled them over to a chair next to her braced yoke, and climbing up on it, connected each in turn to steel-pinned slots in three spots around the outside rim of it. Nora pressed three different buttons on a remote control device on her belt then, the highspeed winches whirring to life, taking up all the slack in the cables, no more, no less. That done, there was only one last thing to do....set the trap.

Nora, took a deep breath, and, reaching over the top of the yoke from her chair, depressed the two locking buttons, springing the jaws of the trap. The internal hydraulics of the yoke immediately tried to snap the mouth closed, but the braces held in that direction as well, straining a bit, but holding the “trap” open and ready. The jaws being sprung also activated other mechanical triggers and mechanisms within the wheel and robot arms, ready to trigger completely when the mouth fully closed. With a smile of satisfaction at the wonderful engineering job of her boys in the lab, Nora stepped down and moved the chair to the corner of the room and headed for the refrigerator, ducking carefully under the trap and pushing her way through the incredibly dense, almost opaque strings of hanging beads that she had strung in the doorway the previous day. She grabbed a Coke, and a smoke from an open pack on the table there, then worked her way back into the bedroom. She took a moment there to examine all of her supplies, laid out neatly, exactly where she hoped to use them when the appropriate time came.

Nora moved out on the balcony, startled for the moment by the man sitting there, realizing with a laugh that it was the very true-to-life mannequin she had placed there earlier, to “influence” Wonder Woman that a balcony entrance might not be the best available route. Watching it moving slightly from the small motors place inside of it, she hoped that it would be as effective in deterring her powerful other as it had been in scaring her just now. She opened her Coke, lit her cigarette, and stared off into the night sky, trying to relax again, her nerves starting to creep back, knowing that she had two hours or so now to kill, plenty of time for her to change and make one last check of things. But for right now, as she looked off into the dark distance, she thought to herself....so far, so good.......

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For perhaps the thousandth time her mind drifted back to why she was doing something so crazy, so ridiculous. Her early life had been ok....great, in fact...nothing wrong with her mind, either, her friends having told her on more than one occasion that she seemed to be one of the sanest people they had ever met. An athlete, tall and strong, an “A” student (“simply brilliant”, said many of her elementary and early high school teachers), popular, friendly, and happy. As she got older though, this began to change, slightly at first, then more and more quickly and openly as she neared high school graduation and then moved on to college. You see, Nora Edgerton had begun to “blossom”.

Almost overnight it seemed, Nora had switched from a young, attractive student/athlete, to a sexy, voluptuous young woman. As she hit a growth spurt in her sixteenth year she had started to change.....Her lips became much more soft, lush, and full...rich, red, inviting lips. Her features changed, too....Her face becoming softer, more open....her eyes becoming wider, even more doe-like. Her body changed as well, filling out...her breasts up to a 36D, round and firm and sensuous...hips wide but still with a nice, tight waist...long, luscious straight blonde hair. She was suddenly wonderfully attractive, sexy and sensuous, scrumptiously beautiful, a face, body and hair that most woman would die for, most men would kill for, but one that looked the world in the eye and screamed.... “BIMBO!!!!!”

She noticed it first with the jocks, of course. Suddenly she was simply an object to be hit on, to make out with...never someone to talk with, exchange ideas with. This wasn’t so horrible, being smart enough to see it coming, but still it hurt her. And when she began to notice a change in her teachers, in how they reacted to her, how they graded her, she began to feel a change growing in her, too. “The curse of my looks”, she used to call it with her few good friends. Wasn’t she the same person really!? The same product in a different package!? But as she changed physically and emotionally, even those same friends began to react differently towards her, or so she believed. She graduated from high school confused and disappointed.

She moved on to college then...a good, highly accredited, academically distinguished university. She found the same aspects of her life playing themselves out again, but this time with fewer friends around her for support. Always propositioned, always ogled (by women now, as well, she noticed), never taken seriously for her intellectual capabilities or for her desire to learn. Except on the most basic fill-in-the-blank or multiple choice tests, she could never trust her grades. Graded upward because some professor wanted to get into her pants, graded upwards because some professor couldn’t believe that someone who looked like her could actually do the work so well, her resentment grew. Graded downward because some professor resented her looks or was rebuffed in their advances, graded downwards because, again, some professor couldn’t believe that someone who looked like her was capable of such good work, her anger and frustration grew. It wasn’t fair, she knew it wasn’t fair, but what could she do about it?!

She tried, oh yes, she tried. She threw herself into her studies, her near photographic memory a help, her tireless work paying off with grades that pushed her to the head of her class in engineering and physics. She saw the looks of her fellow students, heard the whispers about how she was sleeping around for her grades. She could have helped herself there by simply talking to more of them, being more friendly and open, showing them how much she had on the ball outside of the classroom. But instead, she had simply withdrawn, not wanting to be hurt, living alone in her own apartment, doing the work, making the grades, anxious to get out of academia and into the “real” world. And after six years of intense schooling and absolutely no fun at all, she finally got out.
Although she should not have been surprised, the “real” world was an even worse place for Nora. Refused jobs because of her looks, offered lower-paying positions than what she sought or was qualified for because of her looks, offered promotions for sexual favors, the rumor mills always abuzz with her supposed exploits, fending off male and female co-workers alike, she moved quickly from job to job, city to city, never happy, never fulfilled. Her personality became more radicalized, for a period dressing down, wearing cheap clothes and little makeup, most of her office mates at that location certain that she was closet lesbian. For another period she dove into the world of multiple sexual liaisons, dating men and women indiscriminately, the affairs always short-lived and practically meaningless to her. For a time she considered disfiguring herself, or breast reduction, or anything to change her appearance to herself and others. A part of her knew that she was exaggerating everyone’s reactions to her and the way she looked, but then there was always another obvious, humiliating incident and her opinions would be reinforced and her resentment and anger and eventual self-hatred would grow. And so it went for Nora, until that fateful April afternoon when she ran face-to-face into Ms. Wonder Woman.

She was working at the time for Nobert Developmental Industries, an engineering firm specializing in unique and experimental solutions to electrical, physical, and construction-related problems in the manufacturing field. It was one of the better places she had worked so far, not that she had become “happy” by any stretch of the imagination. But the staff there was young, the office politics and boardroom advances manageable, and she was doing some good work there as problem troubleshooter, a synthesizer, able to bridge the gaps between laboratory divisions and the disparate problems involved with any big project. She did this job very well, highly knowledgeable in all areas, practically egoless, her only goal to solve the problems and complete the project. On this day, Nora and some members of the board and staff of NDI were standing outside on the steps of City Hall, there to receive a commendation from the mayor for their innovative work on the turbines at the new Jackson County dam and hydroelectric station. She had not even worked too much on that project, but she had accepted her position as the token woman for this public appearance as a favor to a female friend of hers in the Sales department. “Good for the corporate image, you know!”, she had said.

Nora had stood there in the early spring sun, bored to tears at the interminable self-congratulatory speeches, her mind drifting, when she heard the murmurs of the crowd, a general air of excitement building. She looked around, suddenly spotting her, for the first time, striding slowly but powerfully up the steps....Wonder Woman. Apparently she was there to receive an award as well...for stopping a terrorist plot to blow up the dam and flood the city. Strong and tall and graceful and poised, her golden tiara glinting in the midday sun, her gorgeous hair blowing in the wind, Wonder Woman had climbed the stairs, turned and walked directly in front of Nora, giving her a slight nod as she passed. Nora was stunned, as were all around her, by the other’s presence. Barely fifteen feet away, standing tall and proud and silent, Wonder Woman seemed almost like a force of nature to her.

Nora could not take her eyes off of the exotic figure of the superheroine, as the mayor blah-blahed his “thanks” to her, put a medal around her neck and asked the crowd to give her a big hand. When he was finally finished, Wonder Woman started her “thank you” speech, a few well-rehearsed lines about how she was glad this and happy that, banal and delivered in almost rote fashion, Nora thought, finding it surprisingly disappointing. As Wonder Woman’s speech dragged on for a few moments, Nora became bored again, turned to look out at the assembled crowd, and was absolutely stunned!!

Every face.... EVERY face, gazed up at Wonder Woman in rapt attention, every man, woman, and child staring at her. She also saw the “look” that she had become so familiar with over the years, the one of pure lust, on the faces of the men and most, if not all, of the woman present. But there was something different in their glances, something more. Nora couldn’t quite place it for a second, then recognized it for what it was...awe, admiration, acceptance, respect!! All the things she herself longed for directed at the tall Amazon to her right. This, apparently to them, the perfect woman. Something inside of Nora snapped then, and suddenly all of her internally directed despair and anger and frustration and hatred changed focus, finding a new target.

Why Wonder Woman!?! Why not me...!! What is she except a freak of nature, an accident of birth. Sure she is attractive, but so am I....sure she is athletic and strong, but so am I.....She was born the way she is, I had to work my ass of to get to where I am, to do the things that I can do....She may not be dumb, but I am smart!! Smarter than her...MUCH smarter than her, smarter than all of you. Why not admire ME?! Why not respect ME?! Why not accept ME?!

Nora stood there shaking, her hands clenching and unclenching, leaving deep fingernail marks in her palms, her jaw rigid and tense. A small corner of her mind and will trying to calm her, to stop the flood of delusional anger pouring through her. But the feelings and the bitterness, so long repressed and denied, would be denied no longer, overwhelming her, washing away most of her personality, her kindness, her gentleness, replacing it with anger and hatred and an all consuming need...a need to show them, to show HER, Wonder Woman, who was truly the best woman on the stairs today. And she would do it, she would....just you wait and see, everyone...just you wait and see.....

She had stood there for the longest time, the last to leave the affair, lost in her own thoughts, lost in her own mind now, watching as Wonder Woman finished her speech, strode down the steps to thunderous applause and the warm, sincere congratulations of the crowd, already planning, scheming, considering ideas, tossing them aside, selecting new ones, her mind on fire, her goal firmly set now. She would use HER skills and HER smarts and HER courage and HER will to defeat and control the superheroine, to claim her as her own, to show everyone, including herself, who was the stronger, better woman.

In the months that followed, Nora was incredibly busy, her plans formulated and finalized, the rules of the “game” set in her mind. She had studied everything she could get her hands on about Wonder Woman, watched films, read stories, all knowledge valuable, even something so seemingly insignificant as her sleeve length. She knew that the other had weaknesses, ways to remove or reduce her strength, ways to use her own equipment against her. But she ignored all of these as easy ways out, concentrating on Wonder Woman’s strengths, her powers. For Nora knew that only by defeating the other at her full strength, with Nora using just her own skills and knowledge and the technologies available to her, would Wonder Woman’s capture and defeat truly mean anything.

Nora had always hoped that life for her would simply become an event to be lived, rather than a game to be played. But now she had changed, and she played the game with a vengeance. She needed things from people, needed things from the labs, needed able-bodied men and women for testing her theories, her gadgets, her plans. She read books and stories on mind control and brainwashing, practiced with local hypnotists, developed ideas of her own. She began to dress provocatively, just to the edge of slutiness, flaunting her sexuality, using it as simply another tool, another weapon in her arsenal. She worked out vigorously, getting into the same physical condition at 29 as she was at 16. Not that she expected any hand-to-hand fighting with Wonder Woman, that would be ridiculous, but just to give her more endurance, greater strength for the things she would have to do. She slowly became a much more dominant personality, less passive and genteel.

But all of this change did not come about without exacting a price, taking its toll on her, oh no. She found that as her overt sexuality and wantonness increased, her actual libido and desire for sex disappeared to almost nothing, completely repressing it, becoming almost asexual, allowing only the occasional furtive masturbatory session to relieve the pressure building within her, the sessions unsatisfactory but needed. As she used her sexuality to entice, her dominance to coerce, her new hypnotic and mind control powers to enslave, the few friends she did have simply vanished, not liking the person she had become. She pretended not to care, and in many ways she actually did not, so set upon her task was she. But more and more she woke up drenched in sweat, her dreams terrible...dreams of isolation, of abandonment, of lovelessness...dreams of pain, of punishment, of the fires of hell, the parts of her mind and will, true and delusional, fighting for her soul as she slept.

She pushed onward with her plans though, single-minded and determined now. She stole what drugs she might need from the pharmaceutical lab that Norbert also ran, filmed a particularly nasty Mistress/slave session between herself and the head of the firm’s synthetics section, then blackmailed him with them, using him to gain access to the materials she would need to contain the superheroine (or at least so Nora hoped). Lightly using some mind altering drugs, her own newly learned hypnotic skills, and just the general dominance of her intelligence and personality, she recruited other’s throughout the firm to help construct and test her equipment, especially the four nice “boys” in the Developmental Construction lab. All four of them were young, sweet, a bit sexually naive men, and Nora felt momentary pangs about using them so, but moved past those thoughts quickly enough, needing their fabrication and design skills to complete the final piece of her web, the one she had just attached to the wall.

One of Nora’s biggest problems was what she was going to use for bait in order to lure Wonder Woman to her capture. Searching for information everywhere and keeping her ears open, she finally found what she was looking for. One of her “recruits” was friendly with a young woman who was friends with the Governor’s daughter. From there it was just a simple matter for Nora to climb up this mini-ladder of friends, to meet and eventually hypnotize the daughter, to get her to do exactly what she needed. And what she needed her to do wasn’t very much at all really, simply to disappear without a trace for two days, to give the appearance of a possible kidnaping, and to make one short audio tape for her. Finally getting the word from her lab boys that her “yoke” was ready, all of the other pieces finally in place, Nora set the wheels of her plan in motion.

She moved into her pre-tested hotel room (tested for soundproofing, structural strength, general access), living there for three days, moving in and setting up all of her gadgets and toys, save the last and major item, the yoke. Using a labyrinth of recruits, she got word to Wonder Woman to be at such and such a phone, at such and such a time, or “someone important would die”. The phone call that she received there from one of Nora’s many enslaved male helpers, intimated at the kidnaping and possible murder of the Governor’s daughter (who had been triggered to “disappear”), knowing that the superheroine would check immediately after to see if this was possible, and instructing her to be at a particular hotel room at a particular time later that evening if she “ever wanted to see the girl alive again.” Nora was already there, preparing, readying, setting the trap, now so anxious to spring it.

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So it was that she sat there on the balcony, long-dead cigarette between her fingers, the coke warm and flat, shaking herself out of her reverie with a gasp as she looked at her watch. God, she had braindeaded a half hour or more away there, still enough time for everything she wanted to do, but realizing she had better get her mental ducks in a row if she wanted to succeed here. She did not underestimate Wonder Woman’s capabilities in the slightest (at least again, she hoped not), and knew she would have to be running on all cylinders mentally if she was going to pull this thing off. “No more woolgathering!” she yelled at herself, then hopped down onto the balcony to go in and check her trap one last time before she got dressed for the affair.

Nora walked across the room, making last, quick checks of her equipment, making sure they were ready too and in their proper positions. Satisfied with that, she walked over to her trap, ducking under it and sliding between the hanging steel netting attached to the bottom of it and the wall and stepped through the curtain of beads hanging in the door frame, moving into the main room. She turned, peering back into the bedroom, making sure that the beads were too densely packed to be able to see anything on the other side. Satisfied here as well, she stepped back through them and began to examine the trap itself, the robot arms, cloth and netting. She had barely started though, when she thought she heard a noise outside of the door that led into the hotel room itself.

She paused, listening closer, her heart beating faster. It sounded as if someone was working a key card into the outside door lock. Nooo, it was too early to be Wonder Woman wasn’t it!? She was not supposed to be here for another hour! Could her “helper” have messed up the instructions? Could Wonder Woman have decided to come early for some reason? Was it the maid, ignoring the “Do Not Disturb” sign...at this hour!? A burglar for god’s sakes!? Nora’s mind raced through the possibilities as she heard the door begin to slowly open, deciding she had no choice but to assume it was Wonder Woman, coming in early, for whatever reason. Ohh god.......

She tiptoed quickly over to the TV monitor set up on a table on the wall through which the bedroom door opened, peering into it. The monitor was connected to a small camera that gave her a full view of the main room beyond the door. Almost holding her breath, Nora saw the door fully open and the costumed figure of Wonder Woman slide into the room and slowly close the door behind her. “She must’ve gotten the manager’s key card”, she thought...”Very good, but just what I had hoped.” She reached her hand over to the “play” button of an expensive tape recorder on the table, the recorder connected to a top-of-the-line receiver, which itself fed out to a pair of high-quality speakers. She waited breathlessly as Wonder Woman approached the beaded doorway. Nora pushed the button then, the voice of the Governor’s daughter plainly heard throughout the bedroom now, the voice sounding scared, plaintive.

“Please...noooo...don’t hurt me, I won’t try to escape again...don’t stab me....NOOOOOO!!!!”

Nora stopped watching the monitor then, moving into position, knowing what Wonder Woman’s response would be, knowing what it would have to be. And Nora was right.

As Nora grabbed the thick handle of her “weapon”, she saw the superheroine blasting through the curtain of beads, heard her yelling something that sounded like STOP, hearing the yell cut off in mid-sound as Wonder Woman’s rush through the door caused her throat to slam hard into the far side of the circle at the center of the trap, hard enough to pull the trap toward the middle of the room and off the wall mounts holding it up and open, hearing and seeing the trap snap shut around the other’s neck with a resounding click. At the closing of the trap, five things happened almost simultaneously.

1) The four foot wide trap suddenly became two feet wider as internal flanges shot out and interlocked with such perfect design and precision that the bottom of what was now a yoke around Wonder Woman’s neck was almost seamless.
2) The open ends of the steel netting closed behind the superheroine’s back, small but strong clasps locking the open ends together. While netting and clasps were certainly not strong enough to hold Wonder Woman if she worked on them, their job was simply to distract and impair her, to buy Nora some valuable time for the other portions of her plans to kick in.
3) The two robotic arms and the hands at the end of them went through their preprogrammed motions, which were simply, forward, down, back, and together. The six inch wide cloth connecting the hands billowed out, then dropped, covering Wonder Woman’s entire face, tightening around it as the hands met each other behind her head and locked there. Nora had sew up the silk-like fabric herself, adding thick padding for the part covering the superheroine’s mouth, just under her nose. At the snap of the cloth over her face, a small ampule of the strongest anesthesia that Nora could find broke in half, saturating the pad with its numbing fumes.
4) The high-speed winches came on with loud whirr, pulling the blinded, startled, and off-balanced Wonder Woman toward the bed in the middle of the room, banging her into it, then lifting her above it. The winches stopped at their pre-measured end points, leaving the superheroine hanging down from just her chin and the back of her skull, facing the head of the bed, her arms and legs still tangled in the netting, her feet a foot above the mattress.
5) Nora moved quickly and swung her “weapon”, a 20-pound post maul. No weakling, she swung the heavily end-weighted sledge as hard as she could, the end of her swing connecting with her target...Wonder Woman’s solar plexus. She knew she couldn’t seriously hurt the supremely powerful other like this, but that wasn’t what she wanted or expected. Nora wanted exactly what then happened...Wonder Woman shuddered, her legs snapping forward, the wind knocked almost completely out of her, forcing her to pant and gasp for air, helplessly sucking the potent fumes into her lungs and brain.

Nora stepped back and watched the tableau unfolding above her, Wonder Woman twisting and struggling, her moans and cries smothered by the tight cloth gag/mask/blindfold covering her face, pulling wildly at the netting surrounding her, finally managing to tear it loose from the yoke holding her up. Her arms and legs now free, but almost a full precious minute lost, all the time forced to breathe the powerful anesthetic, Wonder Woman battled on. Nora could see though, that the superheroine’s struggles were getting weaker, more disjointed. She was stunned to see her even still fighting though, having sucked down enough anesthetic to have stopped the proverbial herd of elephants.

As Wonder Woman reached and stretched to try and grab the outside of the yoke, to pull if down over her super shoulders and snap it in half, Nora almost smiled. It was simple physics really. Strength is about leverage, and Nora’s yoke was not giving the superheroine any, her legs swinging uselessly in air, her hands inches short of the outside of the yoke. She saw Wonder Woman try a different tack, pushing at the trap with her hands, hitting at it from underneath. But the yoke was reinforced, space-age plastics and resins, and wouldn’t break so easily, Nora knew, the force of the blows nearly snapping Wonder Woman’s own neck, the pushes doing the same. She saw the other reaching for the neck of the yoke, ostensibly to try and pull if apart now, her legs weakening, succumbing more and more to the drug invading her lungs and body. Nora could hear her moaning and snorting through the cloth, totally stunned now that Wonder Woman was still awake and fighting at all. Not taking any chances however, Nora swung her sledge again, hitting the same spot. She could tell that this blow hurt the superheroine much more this time, forcing her to gasp and breathe even harder, her arms dropping, her hands grabbing for her stomach.

But to Nora’s complete amazement, Wonder Woman refused to give up, even now, reaching up for the neck of the yoke again, her arms moving in slow motion it seemed, but moving nonetheless. The amazon’s breathing was even more ragged now, the moans through the gag portion of the cloth more frequent, sounding more despairing to Nora, as if the superheroine had realized her fate. But still she struggled on, despite the ever increasing drug load in her system, the weakening of her muscles, the loss of control in them. Nora simply stood there watching her, her mouth open, her hand on the handle of the sledge as its weight rested on the floor near her feet. Wonder Woman’s feet and legs were barely moving now, just the occasional kick, the occasional attempt to raise them, her hands inside the yoke, pushing out weakly, then one arm falling to her side, the slow motion attempt to raise it beginning again, finally both arms dropping at the same time, one raising slightly only to fall again, hearing one last anguished moan that sounded like “Noooooooo” to Nora. Then gently, silently, Wonder Woman went limp, her body and limbs hanging down loosely, not moving except for the sporadic twitch or shudder, the room silent now except for the rasping sounds of breathing. Nora realized with a start that it was her own breathing making most of the noise, however, the amazon’s being the slow and measured sounds of one asleep. Nora could feel her own heart pounding, her body shaking, the tension and excitement of the last few minutes finally getting to her. She managed to force herself to relax, taking deep slow breaths, gazing upward at she who was now her captive.

Nora stood there staring in absolute awe at the still and silent amazon hanging limply by her neck from the yoke, watching the other’s body, the magnificent chest slowly rising and falling as it breathed, but otherwise completely motionless. She never in her wildest dreams imagined that anyone could resist the powerful anesthetic for more than a couple of minutes. She herself had succumbed to it in only about 15 seconds after having breathed it in during some of her testing and trial runs. Wonder Woman had lasted almost four minutes, and she had needed a second sledgehammer blow to make sure of even that. Nora was also in awe of the superheroine’s body, hanging so loosely in front of her, so strong and powerful looking, yet so flexible and soft as well. Nora licked her lips and wiped the sweat from her brow as she stood staring, realizing better now the power that had made all on the steps of City Hall that day stare glassy-eyed with wonder at her. Nora closed her eyes finally, needing to to break the spell of Wonder Woman’s physical presence, realizing not only that she was “on the clock” with restraining the superheroine, but also afraid if she didn’t move quickly the other might be slowly strangled or otherwise injured, something that Nora did not want to happen.

Nora walked over to the bed, grabbing the shredded netting and flinging it into the far corner of the bedroom. Then she worked the winch controls, lowering the amazon onto her knees on the bed, reaching out with a knife, and cutting the soaked cloth from around her face. Even holding it at arm’s length the fumes were almost too much for her, stunned again at Wonder Woman’s fight and determination. She placed the cloth in a large plastic ziplock bag on the bedside stand, to be handy if she should need it again. Nora then lowered the winch cables some more, to where the superheroine was laying on her stomach, her shoulders and head bowed upward and back by the yoke as it tilted back toward the center of the bed against her shoulders, her throat tight against the front of its central hole. Nora worked quickly, lest the other begin to choke, sliding the knife point into a recessed slot on top of the trap, flicking a switch there to unlock it and releasing the hydraulics that were holding it closed. The yoke opened easily now, and Nora grabbed Wonder Woman’s hair and pulled hard to lift her head clear of it, pushing the yoke up and over, letting it fall against the headboard of the bed with a bang, then lowering the still heroine’s form back onto the bed. She closed and rolled the bulky trap off the bed and into the corner then, returning with a large duffle bag filled to overflowing with the new bindings that she had helped develop, the one’s with which she hope to control and “tame” Wonder Woman. Reaching under the bed, she pulled out a second bag, this one containing her “toys” and other accessories, and set to work quickly, every move and procedure laid out and rehearsed well in advance, leaving nothing to chance.

First Nora attached one of the supple but strong winch cables under Wonder Woman’s armpits and across the top of her chest, the winch it connected to almost directly above the middle of the bed. Taking duct tape, she tied the sleeping superheroine’s wrists together, palm to palm, then did the same with her elbows, pulling them together tightly, again amazed at how supple the muscular amazon was. The little bit of tape she used would never have contained the other for the smallest fraction of a second, but was only to hold Wonder Woman’s arms in place for her real restraints. Reaching down into the duffel bag, Nora pulled out the first of many rolls of her specially created “ace bandage”, which is what everyone called it for lack of a more apt description.

Designed with her help at Norbert, the ace was not your standard issue drugstore type variety by any means. It was impregnated and formed with thousands of fine strips of elastic steel wires, soft to the touch, but incredibly strong, a single strip of the ace capable of being used to tow a car, even when stretched to twice its normal length. And unlike regular ace, which stretched in a fairly linear fashion, her ace gained more and more resistence to stretching the farther out it was pulled. However, this feature also meant that when stretched to it’s absolute limit it tended to literally snap like a pencil, rather than tear like a real ace bandage would. Nora had also used the conductivity of the internal “wiring” to embed radio frequency (RF) motion and stress sensors all throughout the rolls of bandage so that she could monitor their status doing the upcoming struggle.

So it was with this special bandage that Nora began to wrap the superheroine’s arms, starting at the wrists and moving up, then back down tightly, layer after layer, occasionally wrapping some around Wonder Woman’s hands and fingers as well, wanting the other to feel as totally immobilized and as completely helpless as possible. She used about 15 turns directly around the arms, then 3 more around the arms and the front of the amazon’s body, above and below her breasts, pinning her arms tightly to her back. Satisfied with the other’s arms finally, Nora pulled Wonder Woman’s ankles up tightly to the back of her thighs and secured them with tape as well, running a few turns around ankle, shin, and thigh. Then with an effort, rolling the superheroine over onto her back, Nora proceeded with the “electronics and toys” portion of the binding.

First Nora planned to stick other RF body sensors and monitors in various places on the superheroine’s body. Cutting away the top portion of Wonder Woman’s costume with a pair of sharp scissors, she exposed the other’s mammoth, wondrous breasts, and simply had to stop working for a moment to study and admire their awesome perfection, to touch them, to heft them, the skin so soft and tight and smooth. For the first time Nora realized that she was becoming more and more aroused by what she was doing, being so close to the amazon finally, touching and smelling her. But not wanting to let herself get too distracted, she pushed forward, attaching the sensors under Wonder Woman’s breasts and directly over her heart. The same thing happened to her again however, when she cut away the lower portion of the superheroine’s outfit, spreading the other’s thighs, the knees of her taped legs pointing up toward the ceiling now, staring with wonderment and a building lust at the amazon princess’s exposed nether regions. Nora had to stop, to stare, leaning forward a bit to breathe in her intoxicating scent, reaching out with the back of her fingers to caress and stroke the amazingly soft pubic hair, then using the tips of her fingers to rub and outline the other’s perfect labia. God, what a wonderful female human specimen, she thought. Knowing she would be getting back to Wonder Woman’s pussy and “other” areas in a few minutes, Nora finally attached her sensors onto the other’s belly and different spots lower on her pelvis. All her sensors now in place, and after placing a pair of form-fitting RF earbuds into the amazon’s ears, it was time for her “toys”.

Sighing, Nora reached into a plastic bag, pulling out two large and thick plastic vibrators....both white, but each with a dime-sized metallic tip and a half inch of shining silvery metal at their bases, the longer one with a flange-like appendage at its base also...some very special nipple “clamps”, some “enhanced” lubricant, and something that looked like a chastity belt. Settling down on the bed between the still sleeping amazon’s thighs, Nora generously lubed the smaller of the two vibrators with her special lubricant, special because of the addition of certain slightly aphrodisiactic chemicals to “improve” their performance. Both vibrators were quite “big” by normal standards, Nora having to guess a bit at their size, this first one two and a half inches thick, and nine inches long. Nora had wanted them large, wanting to stretch and fill Wonder Woman completely, but as she slowly worked this vibrator into Wonder Woman’s ass, a little at a time, she tried to be very careful, not wanting to hurt the other still. Knowing she would never be able to do this if the superheroine was awake, as opposed to her current relaxed sleep, Nora worked the vibrator back and forth, in and out, until it was finally fully situated, with just its shiny metal end protruding out of her. Biting her lip, Nora proceeded to do the same thing with the larger, longer vibrator, lubing it well and working it slowly but fully into Wonder Woman’s perfect pussy, making sure the flexible funnel-like cone near the base of it surrounded and held her massive clit. All the while she did this, Nora fought against her own building arousal, this no time for that, saving it until later when, she hoped, the superheroine would be hers to command. She finished off this portion of her binding by pressing the winch button, the rope under Wonder Woman’s arms tightening, lifting her body slowly off the bed until finally her bent knees cleared the bedcovers, the amazon’s head hanging against her chest, her lustrous hair swirling around her breasts.

Nora tried to pick up her pace now, the first sign of the other awakening manifesting itself...a slight twitching in her pectoral muscle, the other’s shoulders pulled so far back by her tightly bound arms. Grabbing the “chastity belt” in one hand, Nora pulled Wonder Woman’s magic lasso off of her belt with the other, disdainfully tossing it on a nearby reclining chair. She then slid the split belt between the amazon’s thighs, pulling it up tightly in front and in back, making secure contact with the metal ends of the two massive vibrators, then connecting and tightening the two halves of the belt around the superheroine’s waist, just above the hipbones, making sure that there was no way it could slide or slip lower. It needed to be tight, not only to make sure the vibrators didn’t come loose, but also to keep it in contact with the metallic ends of them, the belt nothing more than a huge self-recharging power pack to drive the vibrators and their electronic “insides”. That done, Nora quickly glued her special nerve stimulators onto Wonder Woman’s huge nipples, trailing the fine wires connected to them off to the side and down, moving off the bed to connect them to their own power supply and controls. “Now for her head, “ thought Nora, grabbing another small plastic bag and jumping back up.

Reaching inside, Nora produced a large, squishy, soft rubber-like ball, a long roll of brilliantly white gauze, and a large, thick red silk scarf exactly matching the color of the remainder of Wonder Woman’s outfit. Nora reached under the beautiful, cascading, clean-smelling hair of the amazon, grabbing her nose and lifting for a moment, the other’s slack jaw dropping, and forced the wadded up sponge ball into her mouth. Nora released her nose and the ball then, watching it expand to fill Wonder Woman’s mouth completely, and began the process of wrapping the long gauze around those sensuous full lips and the back of the superheroine’s head. Turn after turn after turn she wrapped, until it was almost a half inch thick over her mouth, placed just barely under Wonder Woman’s nostrils, so close and so thick that it would actually hinder the amazon’s breathing slightly, or so Nora hoped. Nora wanted to battle the other at her full strength, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use non-magical devices to try and hinder and restrict that strength. The thick, tight gag finally finished (Nora knew it would be effective enough for her purposes, having tested it herself in this very room), she took the beautiful thick scarf and, standing behind Wonder Woman, tied it around her eyes and ears, and cinched a tight double knot against the back of her head, effectively blinding and, along with the earbuds, deafening the superheroine.

Nora hopped down to the floor, one last thing to do, but seeing more and more signs of amazon’s returning consciousness...a twitch here, a sigh there, a small move of the head. Hurrying now, she grabbed many rolls of her bandage, threw them on the bed, and began to wrap them around Wonder Woman’s taped thighs, ankles and shins. With practiced ease, Nora started wrapping one leg, working from the ankle down toward the knee then back up, over and over again, covering the wonderfully sculpted leg muscles with a 20 turn thick layer of her wrappings. She did the same then quickly to the amazon’s other taped leg, her previous lab testing leading her to believe that 20 turns would be enough. She had bet a big, burly college football lineman that he could not straighten his legs or break the ace with only three turns around just his ankles and thighs, and had won easily, hadn’t she? Wonder Woman’s entire leg, both of them now, were completely wrapped with 20 turns!! Stepping back from her captive and collapsing onto a hard-backed chair she had placed near her monitor table and equipment control keypad, Nora panted slightly and looked at Wonder Woman hanging there, her work finished except for one last item. She pushed the winch control, lowering the now-awakening superheroine onto her knees on the bed, sitting on her ankles, facing the edge of the bed now, totally bound and gagged and, Nora hoped, helpless.

She could see that Wonder Woman was coming around more quickly now, glad that her estimates of how long the superheroine would be under were correct. Nora put a throat mike around her neck and began to speak, making her voice as strong and authoritative as she could, her words transmitted into the buds wrapped tightly into the other’s ears.

“Welcome back, Wonder Woman! I hope you had a pleasant sleep. You are my captive, as you can see, and we’re going to be playing a few games here.”

Nora could see the amazon trying to speak, but could barely hear her, even at the ten foot distance that separated them, what the other said simply sounding like “mmmmmbblll, nngggggmmmm.” Wonder Woman began shaking and turning her head, trying to clear her mouth of the thick gag, but it wasn’t going to be coming off any time soon. She knew Wonder Woman was trying to figure out where her captor was, as well, but her voice in the earbuds was unidirectional she knew, and the blindfolded superheroine was never going to know exactly where Nora was in the room.

“As you can probably tell, you are pretty well bound and gagged and well....filled there, Wonder Woman, and I am anxious to see if you can get free of my little bindings. If you can, you will obviously be free to go. But if you cannot, I believe that I will be keeping you as my sexual slave for a while, and you will be calling me Mistress. Would you like that Wonder Woman??”

Nora could see the other shaking her head “noooo” pretty adamantly. “Good,” she thought, “Let the struggle begin then...” And begin it did, as Wonder Woman, although not fully recovered, began to twist and writhe in her restraints, working her arms and now trying to straighten her legs. “Good, again,” thought Nora, “Waste your strength while you are still too weak to break them!” Nora looked past the struggling superheroine into the large mirror on the dresser on the other side of the bed, set up just right so that she could see the other’s bound arms from the back. She could see that Wonder Woman was having a hard go of it, her arms held so tightly behind her that she could bring little of her main arm and shoulder strength to bear in pulling the ace apart. Nora nodded, satisfied that the amazon’s arm and hand wrappings would be more than sufficient to hold her, even at full strength, as Wonder Woman’s current efforts were only separating her arms an inch or two at best.

Wonder Woman’s legs, on the other hand, were a different story. The amazon’s thighs and quads were obviously one of her stronger muscle groups, just after her glutes and hamstring combo in strength. Nora had bound her deliberately like this, rather than straight-legged, because she wanted to challenge the other’s strength, not avoid it, and even though Nora wouldn’t have admitted it to herself, the heels-to-ass, knees slightly apart position, gave her a good view of the superheroine’s pelvic area and the “chastity belt” holding the two large vibrators inside of her. Nora knew that she could’ve used 30 or 35 turns around the other’s legs, made it impossible for her to ever get free, but Nora wanted to give her captive the slightest chance to escape and to test her calculations about the superheroine’s total strength. This was a battle pitting Nora’s massive intellect against Wonder Woman’s amazing power, and if the superheroine was able to break the bindings that Nora had developed or simply straighten her legs enough for them to slide off her thighs, then Nora would be the loser. She had no illusions that she could contain Wonder Woman at all if she managed to free her legs and, for that matter, whether she should even try. The single cable around her chest was not strong enough by itself to hold her, Nora knew, and the amazon’s free legs would be deadly. Grabbing Wonder Woman and trying to re-drug her would not work either, as the near invulnerable superheroine could simply crash them both through a wall.

So she watched as Wonder Woman slowly began to raise her body, to straighten her legs against the heavy resistence of the now-stretching bandage. Nora watched her stress gauges as they received RF signals from all the sensors imbedded in the bindings, as they moved slowly from the green into the yellow area, the needle of the gauge moving to point almost straight up now. She heard the powerful amazon grunting and gasping into the thick gag, her breath snorting through her nose. Nora realized that the other’s driving momentum was stopping now, the increasing resistence or the bandages beginning to win this battle.

“Give it up, Wonder Woman. You are not strong enough to break free of my bindings. I know your strength, I know what you are capable of, and you are not going to get free, not until you submit yourself to me as your Mistress. You will not break those bindings and I have other things to help me stop you as well...”

With that, Nora pressed a button on the keypad to her left, sending a short, small, electrical pulse through the cone enveloping the superheroine’s clit. She could see the other react, her head snapping back slightly, hitting the cable behind her, the shock and pleasure of the pulse killing her effort, her ass snapping back down onto her ankles, to sit there snorting and gasping and shaking her head, her massive breasts heaving from the strength of her struggles, her head down at the failure of her first attempt to break free. Nora knew that the amazon was not at full strength yet however, nor that she would ever give up so easily, this quickly. And as if to reaffirm this, Wonder Woman raised her head, took a few deep breaths through her nose, and attacked her restraints again.

Thus the real “battle” commenced and raged for the next hour and a half, Wonder Woman struggling and straining, moaning and gasping through her gag, seemingly indefatigable, her powerful muscles, courage, and determination driving her to greater and greater efforts against Nora’s remarkable restraints. But the superheroine could never quite succeed, could never quite stretch the bindings enough to break them or to slide them off of her. One time she was defeated as Nora started both vibrators pulsing sensuously within her, the arousal created breaking her concentration, leaving her gasping. One time she was defeated as Nora sent erotic waves of current into the nipple and clit stimulators. On a few other occasions, when she had not recovered enough from a previous effort, the bindings themselves were simply too much for the amazon to overcome.

And all the time that Wonder Woman struggled, Nora talked to her through the throat mike and the earbuds, using her mind control experience and her soothing voice to try and break the superheroine’s will, to raise doubts in her mind, to show her how futile her attempts were, and how much there was to be gained by simply surrendering and submitting to her. Nora never belittled Wonder Woman’s efforts aloud, knowing that would ring false. And it would have been false, Nora completely transfixed and amazed at the other’s strength and tenacity and relentless will and determination. She could not believe what she was witnessing, stunned that Wonder Woman continued to fight so doggedly, ignoring her defeats, apparently ignoring Nora’s voice and commands, continuing to struggle again and again to break free.

And something was happening to Nora as well, to her mind and to her body. More and more she found herself beginning to identify with her captive’s struggles, mentally rooting her on while still pressing the buttons that attempted to defeat her. After one failed effort, Nora was startled to find that she was out of her chair, her ass lifted off the seat, to exactly the same height as Wonder Woman’s ass was from her ankles before that attempt was vanquished. And Nora was becoming more and more aroused as well, her free hand slipping inside her own blouse to fondle and squeeze her breast and nipple as she watched the other’s struggles, or rubbing the inside of her thighs, or during one particularly powerful effort by the superheroine, plunging down between her legs to push and grind at the soft slacks covering her pussy, both woman left gasping and panting when the amazon finally failed again.

But still Wonder Woman struggled on, never giving up, and on one occasion, ignored everything thrown at her by her captor, getting so close to breaking free that finally Nora simply fired a painful, jolting electrical discharge through all of her toys, the pain and shock too much for the superheroine to withstand, her thighs and calves slamming back together with an almost audible snap. Nora had stared at her for the longest time after that, utterly amazed by the sheer courage of the other, but not saying so aloud, instead, after collecting herself and calming her own breathing stating, “Another great try, Wonder Woman, but another defeat just the same. Now do you agree to give up, now to you agree to submit to me?”, shaking her head in wonder as the amazing amazon again slowly shook hers nooo.

Nora, stood then, moving close to the still gasping, sweat-soaked superheroine, examining her up close now, gazing at Wonder Woman’s slightly swollen breasts, peering down between the other’s bound legs, noting and smelling the sexual juices now coating the inside of her thighs. Nora was not even remotely surprised by this, however, having become horribly aroused herself during one of her tests, when she had tried to struggle free after two of her most submissive “assistants” had put her into the same position as Wonder Woman was in now. Nora rose then, reaching out to put her hand almost roughly onto the other’s shoulder, startling her.

“Maybe I need to show you my control over you even more, Wonder Woman. It would be so much easier for both of us if you would simply give in.”

As Wonder Woman once more slowly shook her head no, Nora reached down and grabbed two short pieces of rope. Standing, she began to wrap each in turn around the base of one of the other’s huge, perfect breasts, tying them off then, not tight enough to cut off the blood supply completely, but enough to make them turn a medium shade of red, the skin on her breasts becoming tight and taut. Nora could not resist the urge to reach out her hands and slide her fingernails across the reddening skin, her movements eliciting a loud moan through the heavily gagged mouth of the superheroine, although whether of pain or pleasure she could not be sure.

Going back to sit down, Nora said, “I do not want to hurt you, Wonder Woman, but you continue to give me no choice. In the end, you will submit, we both know you will.”

For the next few minutes both women just sat there, Wonder Woman too tired to struggle, Nora to drained to speak. Occasionally, Nora would push a button to give the amazon a mild jolt or pulse, not wanting her to rest too comfortably, the other jerking or flinching or gasping at the stimulations. But after a time, Wonder Woman put her head down to her chest, seeming to ignore the pulses, breathing deeply and evenly through her nose, as if in a trance. Nora edged up into her seat, her eyes fixed on Wonder Woman, sensing something important was about to happen. “Is she giving up!?”, she thought. “Or is she preparing for one last, great effort?!” Nora could feel her heart beginning to beat faster at the thought of this being the latter...the big blow off, cards-on-the-table, gunfight-at-the-ok-corral throw of the dice. She reached out her left hand, leaving it poised over her controls. As if in response, and with a loud groan, Wonder Woman began to surge.

Nora gasped, this first huge effort already pushing her strain gauges well into the yellow, the incredibly strong amazon almost seeming to roar with power. Nora immediately began to push the buttons on her control pad, not waiting, knowing now that this was it, sending pulses and jolts and vibrations coursing through all of her toys, one after another, into the superheroine’s nipples, pussy, ass, and clit. But somehow Wonder Woman seemed to be ignoring them, straining incredibly, the bindings stretching now, farther than ever before, the strain gauges screaming into the red, even as the resistence of the bandages increased with each inch, each fraction of an inch that the superheroine separated her buttocks from her ankles. Nora’s left hand continued to play her keypad like a piano, but she was becoming more certain with each passing second that Wonder Woman was going to do it, she was going to break her bindings and get free. Almost not caring now, thrilled to her very core at the desperate struggle she was witnessing, hopelessly aroused by it and the fantastic woman performing this awesome act of courage and determination in front of her, Nora’s right hand began again to dig and push deep between her legs, driving the fabric of her slacks up deep inside her own sopping, aching pussy.

What a tableau it would have been to anyone stepping between the beaded curtain right then. To the right on the bed, the struggling superheroine, groaning and grunting in complete effort, the sweat pouring off of her, ever so slowly straightening her massive legs, her arms encased and tied so tightly behind her, her proud, red swollen breasts thrust out, so tightly bound and gagged and blindfolded, ignoring the jolts and shocks and pulses surging throughout every sensitive area of her body to try and break free. And on the left, her beautiful, blonde-haired captor, leaning forward on the edge of her chair like a sprinter just before the starting gun, gasping and shuddering, her own large breasts straining hard against the fabric of her partly unbuttoned blouse, covered with sweat now herself, her left hand dancing on a keypad, her right hand buried between her legs jerking and pumping, working herself so hard.

After trying the full electrical discharge again, and stunned to find even that of no effect (the self-recharging batteries in the belt apparently too drained yet for such a shot), Nora realized that nothing she could throw at Wonder Woman could probably stop her from getting loose now, redrugging the superheroine or trying to add more wrappings being the cheater’s way out, an invalidation of everything she was trying to prove to herself. Not even sure now that her toys could help her, and too aroused to care, Nora slowed the movement of the fingers of her left hand, while her right hand continued to grind hard at her wet, swollen pussy through her thin slacks. As a sudden, overwhelming surge of longing for her apparently unconquerable captive roared through her, all Nora could do was moan, her voice a throaty, thick gasp of lust, arousal, and desire.

“Ohhhhh god, Wonder Woman....you are so magnificent!!!”

The open throat mike picked up her cry, transmitting it to the straining superheroine, who seemed to hear it, hear it’s incredible passion and need, the power and surprise of it startling her, causing her a moment’s hesitation. A moment only, but that moment enough, enough to stop her momentum, enough for the incredible pull of her bindings to reassert itself on her thighs and shins, enough to defeat her. Straining wildly, Wonder Woman tried to hang on, to continue to rise up, but even she had limits to her power, to her reserves of strength, and, as her muscles finally failed, her ass slamming painfully back down on her ankles, Nora heard the amazon’s emit a muffled cry, and what almost sounded like a sob of despair.

Both women just sat there now, both completely drained, the sounds of their ragged breathing again filling the room. After a time, Nora struggled to her feet, clipped a remote control unit for her toys onto her waistband, and went over to Wonder Woman, staggering rather than walking. She looked down at the utterly exhausted superheroine, the other literally dripping with sweat from the violence of her previous efforts to get free. Although her mind was still in a bit of an emotional and sexual fog, Nora figured that if Wonder Woman was ever going to break, now would be the time. So, hating herself for doing this, Nora checked to see that the batteries in the belt had fully recharged themselves and pushed some buttons on the control pad at her waist, sending another large, vicious jolt of powerful electrical current through all of her toys simultaneously. She left it on as she watched Woman Woman’s body lock up, her muscles going completely rigid, unable to even moan as the current surged through her, having tested this too, knowing just how incredibly painful it was. Nora finally shut them all off, not able to bring herself to hurt the other too badly or for too long, not quite certain of the reasons why not, and stood next to the bed, watching as the superheroine slowly recovered from the pain and loss of control that the electricity had caused her.

Struck by a sudden thought as she watched the amazon recovering from the shocks, Nora loosened her slacks and pushed a hand down deep between her thighs, pushing a finger between her soaked pussylips, unable to resist a soft moan at the feel of this, finally bringing her hand back out.

“You see Wonder Woman...I can cause you such terrible pain....you know I can. But as your mistress I can also give you what....what you have already given me, given yourself..” And with that, she wiped her soaked finger against the soft, white gauze of the other’s gag, right on the top of it just under the bound superheroine’s nose. Nora could see Wonder Woman’s nostrils begin to flare and her breathing begin to quicken as Nora’s heavily aroused scent was pulled into her lungs, Wonder Woman turning to stare almost directly at her, even though the thick scarf still blindfolded her, seeming to track her by smell now perhaps, rather than by sight or sound.

“I am going to show you what I can do for you, Wonder Woman...what you need me to do for you. I want you to pretend to enjoy this, because one day soon you certainly shall....”

And so a new game began, not so much a battle to Nora this time, as an experiment, a test for her of what she had learned about the superheroine, of what the sensors on the other’s chest and pelvis where telling her, of what her own senses were telling her about the other’s condition and needs, of what she wanted Wonder Woman to feel and where, and when, and how much, her fingers moving again on the controls near her hip. Now it was the sweating amazon’s turn to be played like a piano, and play her Nora did.

Using the body sensors as guides, and her own eyes and ears and nose as measuring devices, Nora used the power of her toys, her hands, her lips, her tongue, and even her breath, to arouse and seduce the superheroine. Allowing the vibrators to remain on, to pulse and agitate inside Wonder Woman’s pussy and ass, the cone-like appendage surrounding and pulling at her clit, Nora could see the superheroine’s arousal climbing, see more of the other’s juices begin to flow around the chastity belt to soak her bound thighs, then building even higher as Nora sent soft gentle waves of current through the nipple stimulators, hearing Wonder Woman gasping in pleasure, beginning to shake and twist in her bindings. Now Nora added her fingers and mouth to the mix, kissing the straining amazon anywhere she could find open skin, especially on her red and swollen breasts, pinching and dragging her fingernails everywhere, Wonder Woman’s gasps turning to loud, gag-smothered moans, snorting through her nose like a racehorse. And then Nora, reading her monitors, or simply the superheroine herself, stopped, stopped everything, happy then to hear Wonder Woman’s startled groans of frustration and need. Nora waited for a minute, then started in on the whole procedure again, varying little except for the timing and intensities of her manipulations, hearing Wonder Woman groan wildly in frustration as she realized what Nora could do to her, and was apparently going to do to her.

And Nora did do just that to her for the next 45 minutes, bringing Wonder Woman close, then letting her drop back down, the muffled cries of need and arousal and frustration getting louder and more fervent with each passing near miss, so loud in fact that Nora was beginning to become concerned with what the neighboring rooms might be able to hear. She watch the other strain and jerk at her bindings harder and harder, stretching them again, but this time not to escape, but in helpless spasms of unreleased passion. Finally, not wanting this to slip from sexual torment to actual physical torture, Nora relented, bringing Wonder Woman to the brink again, but this time pushing her over it with a finger-nailed squeezing of both breasts and a simple command.

“Cum for me Wonder Woman!!”

Stimulated to the point of insanity, Wonder Woman began to cum, her body seizing, then exploding in a twisting, gyrating, shuddering spasm that Nora could feel vibrating through the whole bed, the superheroine held up only by the cable around her chest as she bucked and jerked within her bindings, moaning and thrashing uncontrollably. Nora stepped back and watched her, almost alarmed at the power of her orgasm, but completely and totally aroused by her erotic moans and sensuous struggles. Nora kept the strength of her stimulations at the same level, dragging out Wonder Woman’s orgasm, letting the other ride its peaks and valleys for a long time, until finally her body and mind were too drained to continue and she collapsed, hanging against the cable, limp and nearly unconscious.
Still slightly dazed at what she had just seen, Nora move back up next to the superheroine again, checking the pulse in her neck, checking her breathing. “Good Lord!!” she thought, “How can any woman have an orgasm like that!?” Seeing the other finally stirring, Nora reached around behind her, untying the blindfold and removing the earbuds. She stared into the amazon’s eyes for long time, watching them refocus, surprised at the almost thankful look that filled them, then finally leaned forward, placing her mouth next to Wonder Woman’s ear, whispering softly to her. “You see, Wonder Woman....this is the pleasure I can bring to you, over and over again, if you submit yourself to me. I can also return the pain, if you do not. I have the time and money to keep you here for days, weeks, until such time as you agree to be my slave. You may be able to resist me and my demands forever, you are such an incredibly strong and determined woman, but I doubt it, and I know you do too. I can see it in your eyes. And what of those you have pledged your life to protect and aid. What of them? While you are here fighting your losing battle with me, who will help them, defend them?!

Nora could feel a shudder run through the sweating superheroine at her last comment, a low blow to be sure, but a truthful one nonetheless, and just another part of her psychological and physical attempts to break her, force her to submit. Nora pulled away from her ear, standing straighter, taking the other’s head in hands, staring down at her.

“I will be a good Mistress for you, I will not ask much of you, and I will try never to hurt you again, if you will only submit...”

She could see the indecision flashing through the heroine’s eyes, her pride and independence warring with her arousal and needs and the needs of those she served, not knowing for sure whether she could trust her erstwhile Mistress, or whether she was simply being tricked. Struck again by a sudden inspiration, Nora pulled away from her, going to the reclining chair, picking up the golden lasso she had thrown there, and returning to her bound captive. Reaching behind her and forcing the end of the rope between the amazon’s bound fingers, Nora then stood back up and draped a large section of the rope over her shoulders. Gagged as she was, they both knew that Wonder Woman would not be able to command her, but they also both realized that Nora would still be forced to tell the truth now.

“Wonder Woman....now you know I am speaking the truth. If you become my sexual slave, I will never hurt you, I will never make you perform illegal acts, do anything you think is evil. I will only take up so much of your time as you have time to give, and allow you to decide if you are free or not to be with me. But I WILL command you when you are with me. You will pleasure and serve me, and I will pleasure you as well, as much as I want to, which, as you should be able to tell from what you’ve just been through, will be quite a lot. Do you understand now that I am telling you the truth?”

Nora watched as the other slowly nodded her understanding. Now for the big question...”Do you agree??... Under the conditions and restrictions to you and me that I have just laid out under the truth compulsion spell of your rope, do you agree to become my sexual slave, with me as your mistress!?” Nora continued to look intently into the other’s eyes as Wonder Woman struggled within her own mind for a few seconds, weakly struggled with her bonds one last time, then settled down, as if finally coming to some decision... watched as the other slowly nodded a yes.

“Yes...my god, she said YESSS!!”, Nora thought as she saw the other’s nod. Suddenly desperate to hear the actual words, she began to unwrap the gauze from the superheroine’s mouth, first making sure to remove the rope from her fingers, the other offering no resistence to that. Unwinding it much faster than she had put it on, Nora could barely wait to hear her first “Mistress”. Finally, the last loop of gauze gone, she helped the bound heroine open her mouth and remove the saliva-covered spongeball. She stepped back then, the golden lasso still draped over her shoulders, staring down, watching her captive work her jaw and lick her dry lips, a bit stunned at how sensuous and arousing these simple acts were to her. Nora watched her for a few moments, needing once again to close her eyes to break the spell of Wonder Woman’s erotic beauty, finally swallowing and asking her big question once again.

“Will you become my sexual slave, Wonder Woman?”
Wonder Woman stared up at her for a time, her face grim and determined at first, then softening a bit, and finally said, “Yes, Mistress, I will.”

Nora gasped, hearing the words, realizing finally that she had won!! All by herself she had defeated the magnificant, all-powerful Wonder Woman, had made her her slave. Feeling a sudden surge of compassion, she grasped her new slave around the head, and pulled it to her bosom, holding her there gently. “You have made the right decision, Wonder Woman. I will be a wonderful Mistress to you. It was something you needed to do. Even the strongest woman needs to give in sometimes, to let it all go, to give up the control of her life. You have done well today.”

Nora continued to hold her, confused at her own feelings. Where was the sense of triumph?? The sense of achievement?? The sense of vindication?? All she could feel right now was a sense of compassion for her fallen “foe”, and a vague sense of what felt like despair, like the despair a mountain climber must feel upon finally reaching the summit, or the despair a young child feels just before they go to bed at the end of Christmas day. She turned slightly then, staring at the two of them in the mirror against the far wall, shocked by what she saw there. Not realizing that the golden rope around her shoulders not only forced her to tell the truth, but also forced her to SEE the truth, she stared. What she saw in the mirror was:

A beautiful, 29 year old woman with no purpose, with no friends, with no clue as to what she was going to do with the rest of her life; a beautiful 29 year old woman who had lost her way, perhaps even lost her mind; a beautiful 29 year old woman who had forsaken everything she had ever thought important and right to become an amoral, asexual, maybe-not-so-beautiful-after-all 29 year old woman, alone and adrift and on a sunless sea. This loveless, lonely lady was holding the head of a radiant, though still bound superheroine, one who had never done the slightest thing to deserve this, except to be who she was destined to be - a crimefighter, a protector of the innocent and defender of the weak, who had come to this hotel room, at no small risk to her own life, to save the life of a young woman whom she didn’t even know, a young woman whom Nora not only had not helped, but instead had used...used to lure Wonder Woman into her captivity. An overwhelming wave of shame and remorse and disgust washed over Nora then, making her gasp and shudder, the force of it so strong that her new slave looked up at her from between her breasts and asked, “What’s the matter, Mistress?? Are you alright?? Have I displeased you somehow??”

Nora looked down into Wonder Woman’s beautiful, expressive eyes, hearing the other’s questioning voice, amazed at the note of true concern for her welfare and of anxiety at having failed her Mistress that she heard there. Such a beautiful, courageous, selfless person she held in her arms...Lord! Her shame at what she had done and why she had done it continued to grow, almost driving her to tears. With a sudden burst of resolve, Nora realized what she had to do, releasing the other’s head from her arms, only to grab it firmly between her strong hands. She stared intently into Wonder Woman’s upturned, expectant face for a few long seconds...So beautiful....

“I...I have done a terrible thing here today, Wonder Woman. A terrible, unconscionable thing to you, and I am horribly sorry. I do not ask for your forgiveness, because I deserve none, do not ask for your understanding, because I do not really understand why I have done all this myself.” Nora stared deeper into the other’s now startled eyes, taking a deep breath, continuing...” I want you to know that as of right now...this second...any promise you think you have made to me is null and void, as if it was never made. I am not your Mistress, you were never my slave!!”

Nora paused for a moment, unable to take her eyes off of Wonder Woman’s face, watching her words registering there, seeing first confusion, then understanding, then a glint of something like determination returning to it. Nora sighed, watching her “slave” leaving her forever. Then that sudden, horrible longing to be with the other, to be FOR the other, struck at her very soul again, forcing her to realize that now she truly had nothing and no one. Two minutes before she had least “had” the most desirable, sensuous, attractive woman in the world as a playmate, if not a friend or confidant. But now??........Nothing!!
Unable to bare this thought...not quite now, not quite yet...Nora sat down on the bed next to Wonder Woman, gripping her shoulder, seeing the other about to speak, putting a finger against her lips to stop her, needing to rush through this before she lost all her nerve, almost begging her bound captive now.

“Look....look.... I promise I will untie you in a couple of minutes. You can...can do to me whatever you wish then...kill me, beat me, ignore me, take me to jail. I don’t care what you do, I really don’t. But please, please....let me be with you for one last time. Let me pleasure you, try to make up in the tiniest measure for what I have done to you. You are so very beautiful. You need this, you want this, you deserve this. Please....we have a little time...let me do this for you...” Nora ducked her head then, her chin on her chest, her voice dropping to a whisper, then trailing off, “let me do this for me....”

Nora did not move, her head still bowed, afraid of what she might hear, listening to the sounds of their breathing. Finally hearing Wonder Woman’s answer, a husky, low whisper.

“Ok....alright...one last time...for the both of us..”

Nora’s head snapped up then, a grateful smile on her lips, more attracted to the wondrous amazon now than ever, her right hand reaching up to lightly caress and rub Wonder Woman’s breasts, her left touching the buttons at her waist, activating the two vibrators at their lowest settings, watching Wonder Woman shudder as they came on inside of her again. Leaning forward, her left hand now around the other’s neck, Nora began to lightly kiss the tightly bound heroine, as their lips touched realizing with a start that this was the very first time they had kissed, the feel of it electrifying them both.

Not breaking the soft, wonderful kiss, Nora adjusted the rheostat and timer on the vibrator controls to very slowly, but steadily, increase the strength of their actions. Her other hand began to untie the ropes holding and squeezing Wonder Woman’s swollen breasts. Removing the nipple stimulators as well, Nora massaged each breast gently then, rubbing at the rope marks, hearing and feeling the amazon moan in pain and arousal into her mouth as the blood and feeling rushed back into them. And all the time this was taking place, their lips never parted, the strength of the kiss barely wavering.

Nor did it break or increase as their arousals built, as Nora began to rub and massage the other’s nipples and breasts with more passion, worrying less about hurting them now, as the vibrators inside of Wonder Woman grew stronger and more active, causing her bound legs to begin to twitch again in their tight restraints. While their bodies grew more and more heated and filled with lust, the kiss remained tender and soft, a kiss less of animal passion than of a kind of bonding, sharing...a lover’s kiss.

But their arousals did grow, higher and higher, the nearness of each other, the vibrators working their magic, the feel of each others bodies, the smells, the tastes, making both women begin to moan, to writhe and shake, Nora leaning against Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman jerking and twisting in her bonds, the air around them almost crackling as each became hotter and wetter, their needs and desires consuming them now, the world drifting away until only the two of them were left. Nora had never felt this way about another person in her entire life, her own body quivering in arousal and the sudden, urgent need to please the other, no matter what the cost. It went on like this for maybe an eternity or maybe just for the length of a few heartbeats, Nora could not tell, the passion building, the kiss remaining the same, until finally she could stand it no longer.

Sensing that the amazon was close, knowing that she herself was as well, Nora opened her mouth wider, crushing her lips into Wonder Woman’s, her tongue diving inside to caress and entwine the other’s, their tongues clashing and grinding, pushing herself harder against the bound body writhing against her, moaning from the depths of her soul with a passion she had never known. Nora’s could feel the effects of her sudden lustful assault overwhelming Wonder Woman, her body snapping and jerking in her bonds with an awesome strength that stunned Nora with its power and ferocity, gasping and moaning into Nora’s mouth as she explosively began to cum. Nora hung onto the quivering, orgasming superheroine tightly, kissing her cheeks and neck, moaning endearments to her, so horribly aroused herself, but not allowing herself to cum, to have the orgasm her own body so desperately craved, not deserving it, happy enough to have given Wonder Woman hers.

Nora continued to hold her, all throughout Wonder Woman’s long, powerful orgasm, rocking her gently, cooing into her ear, listening to her moans and gasps of release and pleasure, savoring the moments, knowing that this would be as good as life would get for her for a long, long time. Not caring about the consequences now, knowing that she deserved every one of them, she held the superheroine until her orgasm started to wane, finally ending with Wonder Woman’s head on her shoulder, feeling her hot, panting breath against her neck. For a few more minutes Nora simply held her, supremely happy for the first time in a long time, loathe to let her go, the other’s body soft and warm and powerful against her, the smell of her sweat and arousal rich and fragrant in Nora’s nose. But she realized it was now over, her quest and her life as she knew it...over.

With a sigh, she untied the rope under Wonder Woman’s arms that connected her to the ceiling, carefully unwrapping her arms, letting the long length of bandage fall to the bed and floor beside it, rubbing the now unbound arms to help with their circulation. Then, Wonder Woman’s arms now free, she climbed off the bed and gently lay the drained amazon down, and began to unwrap her thighs and legs, yard after yard of the bandage pulled off and thrown almost angrily over the end of the bed. All the time Nora worked to free her, Wonder Woman said nothing, did nothing, laying there passively, as if too weak to move or even speak, her eyes simply following Nora as she worked. As the last layer of bandage started to come off, uncovering Wonder Woman’s legs, Nora gasped, seeing red, purplish welts all along her powerful thighs, her knees looking puffy and sore, listening to the other moan lightly as she slowly straightened her legs for the first time in hours, her shins with the same angry bruises and welts. Nora fell down hard on her own knees, staring at what she had done, anguished and alarmed.

“Oh my god, oh my god!! I have hurt you. Ohhh god, this wasn’t supposed to happen, I didn’t expect this. I am so sorry, Wonder Woman, so very sorry....”

Nora closed her eyes to block out the awful view, a new wave of self-hatred coursing through her. She could not see Wonder Woman reaching out to touch her hair, but felt it, and heard her speaking to her through the pounding of the blood in her ears.

“It is alright. Do not worry, I will be fine. I have been injured so much worse than this, believe me. I recover and heal very quickly and I will be fine in no time at all. It is alright... Now help me up please.”

She opened her eyes and looked over at Wonder Woman then, Nora suddenly standing, reaching out her hand to the superheroine, feeling it being engulfed in the other’s powerful grip, pulling hard, helping her to sit up on the edge of the bed, to finally stand, tall and strong in front of her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Nora not sure of what she was seeing in the other’s now. Breaking contact finally, Nora knelt down to help Wonder Woman take off the belt and remove the two vibrators that had been inside of her for so long. She unbuckled the belt on either side of the superheroine’s waist, sliding it down between her legs and off, then, as Wonder Woman spread her legs a bit and leaned forward, reached around her and slowly, carefully pulled the first vibrator out of her ass, not embarrassed to be doing so, but humiliated...humiliated that she had put it there in the first place, against the other’s will. Nora leaned over and placed that vibrator in one of the empty plastic bags by the bed, moving back in front of the superheroine then to remove the second. She gripped it in her hand, staring up at Wonder Woman, and began to slide it slowly out of her, struck again by the incredibly rich and powerful scent of the other’s arousal, watching the amazon as she bit at her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. Nora finished pulling the vibrator out, leaning over to place it with the first, then stood, never once truly looking at the superheroine’s sex, knowing that it could never be hers now, not willing to torture herself further, the deep longing to be with Wonder Woman almost too much for her to endure already.

The two of them stood facing each other again, neither saying a word. Finally, Wonder Woman reached down, picked up the golden lasso which had fallen onto the bed, and spoke to Nora, her voice strong and authoritative now.

“Please turn around and put your hands behind you!”

Nora did as she was told, hanging her head, the thoughts of punishment and confinement starting to become more of a reality to her now as she struggled with her emotions and contemplated her fate. She felt Wonder Woman grasp each of her wrists and begin to tie them behind her handcuff-style with the soft, golden rope. Nora’s heart sank, remembering all those horrid, awful dreams, sensing them about to become real.

“Are you going to take me to prison now?”, she whispered.

Wonder Woman continued to bind her wrists, speaking as she did, her voice deep and low. “You were right about a couple of things that you said to me before. You have done a very bad thing here today, to me and I assume to others as well...an immoral, illegal thing and for that you should be punished. You also said that sometimes the strongest of us has to be captured to be set free, the most powerful of us controlled to be released.” Nora was surprised to feel the amazon begin to bind her elbows now, drawing them almost painfully together, her shoulders pulled back hard, her swollen breasts pushed tightly into her blouse. Was Wonder Woman so mad at her that she wished to cause her pain?!

“But..., “ continued the superheroine as she finished tying off Nora’s elbows, “...take you to prison...??” Nora felt Wonder Woman leaning against her now, her wondrous breasts pressed into Nora’s bound arms, the other’s breath so warm against her neck, reaching around her and beginning to open the straining buttons of Nora’s blouse.

“No, Mistress.....I have decided that I will grant you your release...”

And as she felt Wonder Woman’s strong, soft hands reach inside her now-open blouse to rub, to caress her swollen, sensitive breasts, strong and tough Nora Edgerton began to cry.

- - The End - -