THE POWER OF THE BELT
by Scandalx

Wonder Woman Story Contest 2000 Winner!!

WARNING!!! The following story contains bondage, domination, and
extremely adult sexual situations. If this isn't the kind of thing you're
interested in, for heavens sake DON'T READ IT!!! You should be OVER
21 YEARS OF AGE to read this, as it is intended for adults only.

This story is written as fiction for entertainment purposes only, and is
not intended to gather monetary recompense in ANY WAY, SHAPE, or
FORM....it is freely offered for interested readers only.

The original creation of Wonder Woman is copyrighted by DC Comics...without
whom we wouldn't have this wonderful superheroine. (So go buy a few to
show your support...and encourage them to write more Wonder Woman stories)

CHAPTER 1 HEROINE HOSTAGE

The hardest thing about being an amazon princess, Wonder Woman
had decided, was the fact that you had to break all of your ties and
connections every ten years or so. It was an absolute necessity. After all,
when a woman was eternally youthful and showed no signs of aging, people
were bound to become suspicious after a while.

It had been hard leaving the IADC. She had known Steve Trevor
for more than ten years. After working in several positions within the
government, the amazon princess had learned how to ask the right questions
and watch the important actions that defined the moral fiber of the people
around her. She had researched and accompanied people who had been
honest, hardworking, and true. Steve and the General were certainly two of
those people, as well as the others in her office. They had been some of her
closest friends.

But time marched onward. She wouldn't be able to hide her identity
forever, and knew the risks of the world realizing her true nature. Wonder
Woman would be followed by TV talk show hosts, eager magazine
reporters, photo-snapping paparazzi. She had to go.

After the IADC, she had become Diane Princeton, a reporter for the
Washington Inquirer. Then Deanna Roy, a journal copyist who collected
data for the news anchors on national TV. There were other jobs as well.
Each profession had been carefully selected to allow her to gain access to
the type of information that would help her. More than forty years had
passed since the IADC, and she was again using the name Diana Prince.

While espionage was on the decline, global business mergers and
shady acquisitions were becoming ever more popular. Wonder Woman had
single-handedly ended the threat of deadly viruses, nuclear weapon sales,
and other atrocities that threatened the future of man. It was her vocation, to
keep these people from destroying themselves.

There were only two reprieves to her ever-constant vigilance. The
first was when Wonder Woman had the opportunity to return to Paradise
Island. These had been few and far between. The other had been times like
now, when Drusilla had been able to visit her. Though Dru was younger
than Diana, she was still an amazon. Her sister had the fighting abilities and
prowess inherent in any of the women from home, and that made her more
than a match for most of the criminal element here. In addition, her sibling
had been blessed by the gods as well. A quick spin, and the lithe eighteen
year old would transform into Wonder Girl, with abilities very near those of
Wonder Woman herself.

When Drusilla stared in wide-eyed wonderment at the city, Diana
remembered the first time she had come to San Angeles. It had been Los
Angeles then, a much smaller city. Like New Boston, all of the intervening
real estate had merged together into a huge conglomeration of steel and
glass, kindness and poverty. There was nothing that couldn't be bought or
sold here. A hotbed of activity, both legal and illegal. It was a perfect
location for a crimefighter, where a never ending stream of nefarious
dealings constantly demanded her attention.

Diana had reveled in her opportunity to share with her sister, since
she couldn't tell most people about her fantastic exploits as Wonder
Woman. They had stayed up late at night, watching old vids, eating
popcorn, and discussing how the world had changed. It was one of the few
times when Diana could be totally relaxed. She had nothing to hide from
her sister. Diana had told Dru about all of her cases, both past and present.

It had been a mistake.

Diana was kicking herself now for not seeing the obvious. The
fascination in her younger sister's eyes, the gleam of excitement. The
intensity with which the teen listened to every detail of her current cases. It
was a warning flag that should have rung bells. Drusilla wanted to help.

The teen had been missing for three days now.

San Angeles was not the kind of environment that allowed mistakes.
Her younger sister was powerful, sharp witted, and a warrior. But here, the
type of criminal that made it to the top was all of those things and more.

Diana knew that she could spin, become Wonder Woman, then lasso
every one of her enemies to try to ferret out information. But an approach
like that would destroy all of her work so far. Worse yet, it would
definitely tip her hand, allowing the bosses at the top to escape her grasp.
Once they realized that Wonder Woman was involved, they would vanish
without a trace. And quite possibly take Wonder Girl with them.

Diana did the only thing she could. She waited. It was an agonizing
three days, waiting for some kind of clue that would lead her to her sister.
So when the answer came, she knew immediately that it was a trap.

****

Wonder Woman had a long standing relationship with both the court
system and the police department. In her current guise as a duly appointed
court officer, Diana had access to both legal documents and police
databases. They were powerful tools that had combined to trap many
villains. It was well known that Wonder Woman appeared in the court
building several times each month.

The culprit or culprits must have known this. On the third day of
nervous waiting, a sealed packet was delivered to the court in which she
worked. The exterior of the package read "PRIVATE DOCUMENTS -
FOR EXPLICIT DELIVERY TO WONDER WOMAN ONLY".

The packet raised more than a few eyebrows. Her coworkers were
understandably curious regarding the contents of the envelope. And her
supervisor was at a total loss regarding how to deliver the package. It was
finally decided that a notice would be posted both in the court and at the
police precinct, in hopes of finding and notifying her.

None of them realized that the statuesque amazon was hidden in
plain sight, just a few feet away from them.

Diana waited until the following morning, a day off for her court
officer persona. A plainly clad Diana entered the court elevator at the
ground level. When the doors smoothly slid open on the fifth floor, the
resplendent Wonder Woman strode from the car.

One of the reasons the amazon appreciated the building was that
there had been no electronic surveillance installed. In a move to recapture
the historic past of the structure, they had remained true to its roots. No
cameras or microphones recorded her change or progress. It was an ideal
cover, and she had used it many times before.

The stately amazon strolled rapidly into the court office, where more
than a few heads turned. Even after her many appearances there, her arrival
still brought a sense of awe that stilled the onlookers.

"I was notified at the precinct that you have a document for me?"
Wonder Woman asked, misdirecting the true source of her knowledge.

"Certainly" Anna replied, a coworker of Diana's.

The package was handed to the amazon, who turned and strolled out
just as quickly.

Anna sighed. "Guess we'll never know what's going on..." she said
wistfully.

Though Wonder Woman had just exited the room, keen hearing
picked up on the comment. "Nor would you want to..." she whispered to
herself.

Wonder Woman opened the document as the elevator descended,
reasoning that her current abilities would allow her to deflect any possible
threat that the envelope might contain. She didn't really expect any, but she
needed to be prepared regardless.

She folded the flap back and peered inside. A single slip of paper
greeted her. The amazon removed the note, and read the contents. The
script was typewritten, with maddening brevity.

555-8912.

Not much information. When Wonder Woman reached the lobby,
she used a phone at the security desk to dial the number. The guards looked
on, eager to help, but also appreciating the view.

The receiver clicked with no ringing whatsoever.

"Hello." Wonder Woman stated into the mouthpiece.

"Who is this?" demanded a deep voice at the receiving end.

"This is Wonder Woman. Who is this?" The amazon didn't really
expect an answer, but the longer she could keep them talking, the better a
chance for a trace.

"Savin Square. Noon. Or Else." The line went dead.

So much for a trace.

Noon?, the amazon thought. Broad daylight, in a very public place.
Not what you would expect from someone who wanted to remain hidden.

It didn't matter. Though it was a trap, she had little choice. With
Wonder Girl held captive, the amazon would have to meet the demands
until she could free Drusilla. Then there would be ample time to make her
captors pay.

****

When noon came, a dazzling figure strode across Savin Square and
stopped before the water fountain. Wonder Woman was both glorious and
menacing to the onlookers. She stood with balled fists on hips, her legs
spread wide, the satin costume vibrantly shining in the bright sunlight.
Those who had never seen the amazon before were tempted to advance for a
closer look.

The visage on her face, however, warded off any casual approach.
The anger seething below the surface was readily evident even to those who
did not know her. Woe to the person who received that fury!

As the watchers surveyed the scene, a smartly dressed businessman
approached. Wonder Woman knew him immediately. His name was Hex
Vox, the president and CEO of Vox Chemicals. It was the world class
company that she had been investigating for six months now. It was also the
case that Wonder Girl had taken the most interest in.

Synthetic compounds and top secret formulas had been sold
overseas to the highest bidder. Metals that were stronger than the hardest
steel, yet lighter than aluminum. Hydraulic systems that were a tenth the
size and weight of previous versions. Technical advancements that would
be powerful tools, or powerful enemies, to the country that owned them. All
of the evidence regarding the sale pointed to this man. But Wonder Woman
had circumstantial evidence only. There was nothing concrete that would
put him behind bars, where he needed to be.

Wonder Woman's ire increased when her suspicions were confirmed
regarding his nefarious activities. Kidnapping could be added to the list.

"Hello, Wonder Woman."

"Hex Vox, isn't it?" she responded. "A bad seed, getting worse by
the minute."

Hex chuckled mirthlessly. "I assume you didn't show up just to
insult me? We have a business deal to put together."

"There's not going to be any deal, Vox.." Wonder Woman
responded. "You're going to tell me where Wonder Girl is, and then you're
going to prison for your crimes."

"I hardly think so, Wonder Woman. After all, you wouldn't want to
do anything that threatened your sister, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't." answered the amazon princess.

"So what I'd like you to do" Hex continued smoothly, "is to hop up
and down on one foot. Just to let me know that you understand the rules of
this game."

"Forget it, Vox!" Wonder Woman denied flatly. Then, in a motion
that was almost too quick to follow, Wonder Woman removed her lasso,
created a loop, and tossed it about the waiting Vox. To her surprise, the
man hadn't even attempted to move.

"Now we're going to play a different game, Vox" Wonder Woman
replied. "It's called ‘the truth'.

"Where is Wonder Girl?" she asked.

Vox stared directly at the amazon, then obeyed. "She's being held at
a mansion on the outskirts of San Angeles. It will take an hour to drive
there."

But something was wrong. Wonder Woman sensed it immediately.
Vox hadn't even attempted to resist.

"What are you hiding?" the amazon queried.

"If I may?" Hex asked, reaching for something inside the lapel of his
suit.

"STOP!" commanded Wonder Woman, realizing that her opponent
might have sleeping gas or some other weapon hidden there. The amazon
defused the situation with the power of the lasso.

"Tell me what's there." she commanded.

Hex sighed, lowering his arm. "It's a PDC."

Uh-Oh. Wonder Woman felt her stomach sink, realizing that the
game wasn't over yet. A Personal Data Communicator. The latest in high-
tech communications, it allowed two way instant monitoring between
matched pairs.

Wonder Woman reached over to Vox, and pulled the lapel back
slightly. Staring back at her was an attractive woman, with short auburn
hair and an evil sneer.

"Hello, Wonder Woman." the display responded.

Tessa Vox. Wonder Woman recognized the visage at once. She
was the other half of the partnership, though the amazon princess had never
connected Hex's mate with any nefarious activities. Until now.

"You'll understand if I ask you to free my husband now" the display
echoed.

"Now why would I want to do that?" asked Wonder Woman. "I've
got one of you in custody. Sooner or later I'll have the other."

"Mmmmm..." Tessa mused. "Perhaps this will give you incentive."

The PDC view widened, and Wonder Woman realized at once that
she was defeated. Stretched spreadeagled behind Tessa Vox, Wonder Girl
had been suspended between two columns. Alongside the teen's right thigh,
a robotic syringe was aligned. It shone with a sickly green fluid. Tessa
pressed a button on her console, and the syringe moved closer to the shapely
thigh, stopping just inches away from the tanned skin.

"You were saying?" Tessa asked.

A hesitant Wonder Woman froze for an instant, torn between what
must be done and what should be done. Then she angrily removed the
lasso, her piercing eyes locked directly on Hex. The fury that blazed from
that view was so strong that Hex questioned his plan for the first time.
What would happen if Wonder Woman lost control, and let her anger
overtake her? Hex was directly in that path, and would suffer the brunt of
it.

A moment later his concerns were somewhat alleviated, as Wonder
Woman cast her eyes downward and waited for Hex to make the next move.

"Enjoy your moment Vox. It will be short lived." the amazon grated
between clenched teeth.

"What now?" Wonder Woman asked.

"As I recall," Hex replied, "you were about to hop up and down for
me."

The anger that had dissipated erupted to the surface again. But the
furious Wonder Woman knew what was at stake, even as she glanced at the
monitor.

Then, slowly and with the greatest of reluctance, the amazon hopped
up and down on one booted foot.

For a moment in time, everything stopped. The only sounds were
the splashing of water from the fountain, and the staccato beat from an
amazon boot as it struck the marble in the square.

An instant later, the stunned onlookers recovered.

"Isn't that Wonder Woman... Must have been coerced.... Never
seen her do THAT before... Can't believe she'd allow that..."

The whispered comments were many, and Wonder Woman heard
them all. Her amazon abilities picked out each sound from the crowd,
isolating it as if it were the only voice. Her actions were embarrassing,
demeaning...and absolutely required for the safe return of her sister.
Wonder Woman knew that Hex had the upper hand for the moment...but
she vowed to change that as soon as possible.

"I think that's enough for now." Hex said. "You may stop."

Wonder Woman did so, saying nothing as she settled both feet to the
ground.

"We've arranged transportation, so that you can see Wonder Girl
again." Hex remarked. "It's a long ride, so I'd suggest that you do as you're
told."

Wonder Woman glanced down to see what Hex was looking at. The
PDC. In the viewscreen, the ever-vigilant Tessa was watching the amazon
closely, her finger poised just inches away from the console.

Hex then turned, and led the way to the curb. Wonder Woman
followed with swift strides. A black limo waited silently, gleaming in the
bright afternoon sun. Within moments the well-dressed businessman and
the glorious amazon had disappeared inside. Then the sleek vehicle pulled
away, and the crowd lost interest.

***

During the entire ride, Wonder Woman felt uncomfortable. Several
issues plagued her. The first of these was that she couldn't directly confront
her enemies, since they held Wonder Girl in their grasp. Next in line was
the fact that they were willingly taking the amazon princess to their
hideout....not a good sign. Wonder Woman was sure that another trap
awaited her. She had to unravel what it was and avoid it.

As she contemplated those thoughts, Hex did nothing to ease her
doubts. He stared at the amazon with a possessive glare, as if to say ‘I own
you'. Wonder Woman definitely didn't like the look. It showed that he
had complete confidence in his plan.

He hadn't been wrong so far.

The gaze also made her feel like an object. But Hex was soon to
find out that this object had teeth, and would fight back when the time was
right.

When the car finally slowed to a halt, Wonder Woman began
gathering her physical and mental energies. She had to stay sharp, and take
immediate advantage of any opportunity that presented itself.

"After you, my dear..." Hex stated smoothly, as he swung the door
open.

Wonder Woman exited the car, viewing her surroundings with
interest.

The mansion was meticulous, from the perfectly trimmed shrubbery
to the amazingly green lawn. It was a Victorian structure, built with sturdy
timbers in a time when shortcuts were unheard of. Three floors rose
skyward, with detailed filigree on the eaves and around the windows. Any
structure like this in San Angeles was worth millions. The Vox's obviously
had the money to burn.

But Wonder Woman wasn't interested in the value of the property,
only in what it contained. At Hex's instruction, she preceded him up the
steps, then opened the doors to the manse.

The interior was no less spectacular. Statues and paintings
abounded, while marble tile and draperies accented the beauty. Vox led her
to an elevator, which descended from the ground floor.

The corridor that opened before them was quite different from
upstairs. Gleaming stainless steel and bright lights filled the hall. As Hex
directed her down the corridor, Wonder Woman noticed that doors appeared
regularly on either side. The contents of the rooms remained a mystery,
however, since each portal was closed currently.

Hex stopped before a doorway. "Time to get reacquainted with
Wonder Girl, my dear. Don't do anything rash."

Vox turned the doorknob, then followed the amazon inside.

Wonder Woman was finally brought face to face with Tessa Vox.
The attractive brunette was still poised behind the console, her finger held
firmly on the button to the syringe. Behind her, Wonder Girl waited.

They had stretched the teen between two stainless steel columns,
then suspended her there with chains. Drusilla struggled weakly. They
must have drugged her to lower her resistance.

"And now, Wonder Woman, you're going to join Wonder Girl in a
little visit to our facilities." Hex stretched out an arm. In his hand, a pair of
handcuffs were snapped open, awaiting the amazon wrists.

Wonder Woman turned away from Tessa Vox, and stared at the
floor dejectedly. Then she meekly submitted, holding her arms out for the
attachment of the cuffs.

As Hex was about to snap the first link into place, the amazon burst
forth in a blur of motion. She grabbed Vox's arm, spinning him wildly
from his feet, sending him crashing headlong into the console.

Tessa, momentarily stunned by the raw speed of the move, delayed
for just an instant before depressing the button.

In that flash of an instant, Wonder Woman's tiara appeared in her
hand. With an inborn agility that credited her training, the tiara snapped
outward, flying across the room.

Tessa was amazed that the tiara wasn't aimed at her, or the console.
She breathed a sigh of relief...until she saw the real target of the flashing
headpiece.

Even as the device closed on Wonder Girl's thigh, the tiara was
shattering its way through the syringe. The fluid splashed harmlessly on
the floor, missing Wonder Girl entirely.

"Call for backup!!" Hex screamed to Tessa, as he worked to free
himself from the tangle of wires. "Make sure she doesn't get to Wonder
Girl!!!!"

Tessa reached for another button on the console, but Wonder
Woman was already in motion. Within a second the amazon had reached
Drusilla, and grabbed the first of the chains that held the teen aloft.

Even as the button on the console pressed inward, Wonder Woman
pulled, splitting the first set of chains asunder. In less than ten seconds, all
of the restraints were broken, and an unsteady Wonder Girl regained her
feet.

Wonder Woman whirled to confront the additional guards....

...only there weren't any.

Hex and Tessa Vox stood by the console, leaning haphazardly
against it. Both wore grins.

Wonder Woman had long since had enough of these two. She
charged across the room, ready to make these two pay for their insolence.

The amazon princess's headlong dash ending abruptly as she
reached the edge of the dais. Wonder Woman slammed into some type of
invisible force field, and she rebounded from it. The heroine quickly moved
left, then right, in an attempt to find a breach in the shield.

When none appeared, the amazon threw her tiara near the level of
the ceiling, to discover if it extended to that height. It did. Wonder
Woman paced rapidly along the invisible boundary, testing for any possible
weakness. Like some wild animal, she punched and kicked at the barrier in
an attempt to break through it. As she did so, she saw that the grins on Hex
and Tessa had turned into full-fledged smiles.

"She's quite vivacious, wouldn't you say?" remarked Hex.

"Yes" agreed Tessa. "I'm sure she'll prove quite amusing. But
remember, I get Wonder Girl."

Wonder Woman, upon hearing the comments, allowed her rage to
erupt fully. Anger that had been held at bay fueled her muscles now, and
she controlled it, harnessed it, using it to power her plan. With a fearsome
determination, she turned to the still recovering Wonder Girl, and
wordlessly nodded. Drusilla seemed to sense immediately what was
needed.

Without a word, the two heroines aligned themselves hip to hip.
Hex and Tessa watched with puzzled expressions, baffled by what the
amazons planned. Each woman bent her left knee slightly, then extended
and locked her right leg behind her.

Then, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl began hammering with
their fists. What they did wasn't random or out of control. Each left fist
struck the shield with immense force, and was followed an instant later by
the right fist. After every few seconds, the speed of the attack accelerated.
The delay between left and right impact shortened.

It took Hex a few seconds to puzzle it out.

"Frequency!! They're trying to find the harmonic frequency of the
forcefield!"

A grim smile flashed across Wonder Woman's visage.

"We've got to stop them!"

Even as he spoke, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl began to
achieve their goal. During the last impact, they had noticed a change in the
transparency of the barrier. The combined fists had struck the invisible
wall, which flashed white for just an instant.

‘Got It!' Wonder Woman thought to herself.

Like perfectly synchronized fighters, their speed now locked onto its
current rate. Each wailing impact struck the wall with deafening force.
And each flash of white remained a little longer. The wall was oscillating in
its natural frequency, and would rattle itself apart given enough time.

But time was exactly what Hex was trying to shorten. He pushed a
button on the console, then rapidly twisted a dial to full.

Wonder Woman heard the hissing, and knew immediately that gas
was flowing into the room.

"Wonder Girl, hyperventilate...quickly!" the amazon yelled.

The teen obeyed immediately. Both heroines began sucking in air
much more rapidly than they needed to. They watched carefully as the
green fog slowly crossed the room from vents on the far wall.

The wall was glowing white almost constantly now, as the barrage
continued to weaken it.

When the sedative finally reached to within inches of their position,
both women stopped breathing abruptly. Amazon lungs pulled in one last
breathe of air, then held it. Oxygen now saturated their bloodstream,
allowing them to continue without inhaling the noxious fumes.

The barrage maintained its steady pace. A moment later, Wonder
Woman was rewarded by a sudden flash of red. Close! They were very
close. The statuesque heroines knew that they were within striking distance.

"How long can they hold their breath?" Tessa asked worriedly,
eyeing the glowing wall.

"How should I know?" Hex retorted angrily. "The wall was
designed to withstand any SINGLE impact.....but this...? "

The pair continued to watch the dynamic amazons, knowing that a
miscalculation would cost them all. There was nowhere to run if the plan
failed. The unrelenting assault continued on the shield.

But the endeavors were taking their toll. Wonder Woman began to
feel the insistent call, as her lungs requested oxygen. She ignored them and
continued working. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Wonder Girl.

The weakened Drusilla was having a harder time of it. Drugged,
then freed just moments ago, she was hardly up to par. Though the fists still
struck, the teen was swaying dangerously on unstable legs.

A moment later, Wonder Girl surrendered. A blast of air exhaled
from her lungs. The desperate teen tried to go on, but she had unwillingly
pulled in a lungful of the sedative. Her blows against the barrier weakened
instantly, and a moment later she collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Wonder Woman knew she was in trouble. The force field would
topple within sixty seconds...but it was thirty seconds longer than the
amazon had. Without Drusilla's aid, progress had slowed. Her own lungs
were crying for air desperately now, as the exertions robbed them of what
little oxygen remained. The defiant Wonder Woman tried to continue....but
the demand for oxygen was too great. She exhaled what air she could, and
quickly inhaled as little of the gas as she dared.

It was too much.

Her blows continued, but the mist leeched the power from within.
What had been thunderous crashes were now weak and ineffectual, and
failed to injure the barrier.

A few seconds later, Wonder Woman's chest shuddered heavily as
she involuntarily drew another breath. Hex and Tessa breathed a sigh of
relief. They watched the amazon sway momentarily, then fall next to the
already sleeping Wonder Girl.

Hex smiled.

Playtime had begun.

****

CHAPTER 2 EBONY ENCASEMENT

The gray darkness of unconsciousness grudgingly gave way to a
bleary picture of the room around the captive. Wonder Woman blinked
slowly, clearing the fog from her vision. As she was soon to discover, it
was one of the few movements that she would be capable of.

Stark white tiled walls were broken only by a set of large double
doors, which swung evenly in both directions. Steel surgical lamps hung
adamantly from the high ceiling, filling the room with a harsh, sterile light.
Casting downward to the stainless steel floor, her view captured the
polished metal as it reflected the bright contrasts inherent in the room.
Several small tables were scattered along the wall, along with a medium
size washbasin.

Wonder Woman gazed at the obdurate floor, realizing that her
vantage point wasn't correct. It was too high.... The last of her jumbled
thoughts fled, bringing into stark focus the reality of her new situation.

Hex had outdone himself, she thought sourly. She peered
downward at the unmistakable fetish outfit that he had wrought upon her.
Highly reflective black latex molded to the amazon like a possessive lover,
clearly defining every delectable curve of her encapsulated body. The
highlights from the lamps created multiple bright spots on the clinging
material, enhancing the portrait of her helplessness.

The latex seemed to be a single continuous sheath, unmarred by any
visible zipper or strap. It was almost as if it had been specifically designed
for her, then somehow shrunk into place to reduce the size even further.
The material held the amazon in the strictest of postures, a severe ‘at
attention' pose that brooked no argument. Her arms were pulled tautly
behind her, the elbows touching as they met just above the small of her
back. The forearms were then fused into a single unit, continuing
downward to press firmly against her jutting backside. If there were
weaknesses or flexible areas inside the suit, Wonder Woman couldn't find
them.

Her vantage point was wrong because she was currently suspended
some twelve inches upward from the stainless steel floor. A glance at the
latex coating on her feet indicated the discrepancy. She was forced to peer
downward to uncover that fact, however.

It seemed that the support for her new outfit was staunchly secured
to her bondage helmet. The latex covering had continued from the shoulders
onto her throat, then upward to encase almost all of her head. She was
breathing through two small nostril holes supplied in the suit. What seemed
to be a rubber ball gag had been jammed into her mouth. Her jaw stretched
achingly to expel the blockage, but the tight-fitting material prevented that.
A glance downward showed that the latex bowed outward significantly
there, conforming perfectly to the outer half of the hard rubber sphere.

Wonder Woman realized that the only opening on the headpiece was
the mask around the eyes. A straight line that just touched the tops of her
eyebrows, then circled outward at each eye to loop in again at the bridge of
her nose. It was as if someone had taken a set of goggles, outlined where
they would have touched the latex, and removed that section of material. It
wasn't much of an opening for either vision or escape.

Somewhere above her, a ring or clamp had been affixed to the suit at
the top of her head, then a cable had been run upwards to the ceiling. Very
unenlightening, since she couldn't see the attachment. In fact, due to the
weight distribution throughout the latex, Wonder Woman couldn't turn her
head at all. She was forced to stare straight ahead, watching the silent
double doors as they passively waited for their next use.

There were two other details about her surroundings that
immediately concerned her. The first was the hospital gurney that was
placed below and just to the right of her current position. Atop the crisp
white sheet there were multiple items arrayed, laid out with an almost
surgical precision.

Wonder Woman grimaced when she absorbed what they were. She
recognized the repulsive outline of the rubber dildo instantly. A thin chain
with silver links which ended in small thumbscrew clamps. Nipple clamps.
That too was fairly obvious. A vibrator. Several types of gel, sealed within
small glass jars. A ring gag. Itching powder. All things that she had seen in
her many years, though no villain had ever dared to try and use them against
an amazon.

Then there were the less obvious items. What looked like scissor
handles, but then curved outward and ended in flat clamps. A chain
attached to two steel balls, each of which were ribbed with small knobs. A
slender rod that ended in a tiny set of pincers. Other, even less obvious
items that defied simple descriptions. All of them looked menacing.

The second thing that concerned her was the covering on the exterior
of her latex catsuit. Though no straps or zippers were in evidence,
something else had been applied. Wonder Woman stared for some time,
trying to discover a purpose to the arrangement. Across almost all of the
suit, in neatly divided geometric patterns, a thin spiderweb of wires traveled
across her body.

The general strategy of the web seemed to be a series of horizontal
cross-sections fused to a series of vertical cross-sections. Eight wires or so
were in the vertical direction, each starting downward from a central axis at
the top of her bondage helmet. The wires spread outward at even angles,
sectioning the suit into eight wedges when viewed directly from above.
The ends of the filaments then joined again as one when they arrived at her
toes.

The horizontal sections occurred at about four inch intervals;
though some were spaced closer than others, like the ones circling her
breasts. They circumnavigated her entire body, starting at the top of the
helmet and working downward to create a series of latitudinal lines along
the suit. At every intersection of horizontal and vertical wire, the two
filaments were fused together to prevent any movement or slippage. A
small spherical nexus marked each of those spots.

As Wonder Woman stared more closely, she began to realize that
they weren't wires...at least not exactly. It was almost as if they were tightly
coiled springs, the miniature spirals wound so tightly that each one touched
the coil next to it. The spiderweb pressed inward just slightly on the latex,
with barely enough pressure to keep the arrangement in place.

The vision that sprung to mind for the amazon princess was one of a
computed generated wireframe brought to life. The sectioned areas across
the suit were almost identical to a wireframe image, except that these
filaments were all too real. What purpose they served was a mystery, and
Wonder Woman preferred that it stay that way.

It didn't really matter, Wonder Woman decided. With the last
vestiges of the gas wearing off, her amazon strength had returned. She
could feel the energy flowing back into her limbs, an undeniable vitality that
sang to her muscles. All traces of weakness washed away as the power built
within her, giving her the ability to stop a truck, deflect a bullet, or rend
steel as needed

Wonder Woman prepared to flex outward, to shred the
inconsequential latex and free herself. Her enemies would swiftly be facing
the strong arm of justice. Her muscles rippled beneath the material, became
suddenly taut, the sinews and tendons snapping into place as the amazon
strength made its demand. With a mighty heave, she wrenched her arms
outward, her legs exploding in opposite directions to burst the latex asunder.

But the latex didn't shred. No tearing of fabric, no sudden explosion
of material. Nothing at all.

No-one could have been more surprised than Wonder Woman. She
could feel the amazon power, knew that she had the abilities granted to her
from Paradise Island. She thrust again, applying every ounce of strength
within her, tearing outward with arms and legs to burst the catsuit asunder.

Only the smallest of stretching occurred in the unrelenting latex. As
Wonder Woman's efforts gradually diminished, the material immediately
reformed itself about the still encapsulated amazon. Great Hera! There had
been power enough in that effort to shred steel, to toss an armored vehicle.
Wonder Woman had never experienced anything like this. She had never
before encountered an item from the manmade world that she couldn't bend,
tear, or break. From the hardest titanium to the softest of silk, no construct
of man had ever inhibited her prior to this. Yet this seemingly flimsy,
stretchy black latex laughed at her strongest efforts, sealing her inside with
no release. There was no explanation.

For the next several minutes, the suspended heroine waged a fierce
battle with the fiendish black catsuit. Wonder Woman tried to tear the
fabric...then to twist free. She tried to jab a single finger through the
material; to pull only one arm away. A thumbnail tried to pierce the fabric.
Combinations of techniques were tried...a leg with one arm, two legs and a
hand, both hands and a foot. All to no avail. She was held fast. Inside the
suit, the perspiration from her efforts became a cloying sauna that added to
her discomfort. She had hoped that a more directed energy on a single part
of the suit might have some effect. That assumption seemed to be wrong.

This rapidly changed the amazon's situation. Wonder Woman
realized that she wasn't going to be able to break free. Therefore, she
wasn't going to escape. And, for the first time ever with her amazon
strength intact, she was totally helpless. Her eyes traveled once again to the
gurney below her.

Whatever fiendish plans awaited her would be both lengthy and
unpleasant, of that she was sure.

*******

Wonder Woman was never sure if it had been coincidence or not,
but Hex picked that exact moment to stroll jauntily through the double
doors. He glided casually over to the washbasin, and spent several minutes
washing his hands thoroughly with soap and water. His eyes never touched
the amazon.

For her part, Wonder Woman was staring down intently at her
captor, trying to understand his actions. It was infuriating to be ignored, as
if she were no more than a piece of furniture or a room decoration to him.
But some deeper part of her understood that this was the preferable
situation; that when he turned his attention to her, she would desire the quiet
solitude that she had enjoyed up until now.

Then Hex finally cast his view upon her, and approached. Again,
coincidence or not, but Hex's line of vision was exactly aligned with the
fulsome rounding of latex covered amazon breasts. Wonder Woman
twisted slightly, in a failed effort to realign herself with the villain. A smile
crept onto her captor's face.

"Enjoying the scenery so far, Wonder Woman?" A muted grunt
flowed out of the amazon, a moan of displeasure.

"Really, you need not answer...". Hex laughed. "In fact, you can't,
can you? All wrapped up like an ebony mummy, and no costume party
anywhere in sight..."

Another twist, as Wonder Woman tried to control her emotions at
the infuriating barbs.

"I'm sure you have dozens of questions, am I right?"

Steel blue eyes swung round, glaring at Hex.

"Hmmmm...where to start, where to start..... I'm thinking that
you're absolutely crazed by the fact that a thin little latex suit could
imprison you...especially since you still have your amazon powers. How
can that be?"

The captive's head snapped forward, or tried to. Yes, she was
definitely interested.

"Maybe I should wait a while before I tell you...so I don't spoil the
fun of watching you struggle..."

Hex was obviously baiting her, trying to provoke a reaction.
Wonder Woman forced herself to remain calm, breathing deeply to expel
the tension and stress that welled within her.

"Then again, it isn't proper to keep a woman waiting..." The eyes
swung round again, trying to feign disinterest. But Wonder Woman knew
that Hex might let something slip, some aspect of her bondage that could be
used like a wedge to pry her way to freedom.

"This may surprise you, my dear Wonder Woman, but you've been
our guest for nearly seven days. A careful supply of drugs to ensure that
you wouldn't awaken before we were prepared for you. It's taken most of
the week for the team of scientists to analyze your golden lasso."

A look of shock couldn't be hidden, though the amazon tried to
quell her response.

"Fascinating item, really. Unbreakable by any force that we could
apply. And some incredible aspect of its power forces the truth from the
captives held within it. A very unique item, to be sure.

"We worked on the thing for days, trying to uncover its secrets. The
truth-telling ability was just too complex for us to uncover...but the
unbreakable part was a little more revealing."

Wonder Woman shifted once again, listening intently to every word
for later evaluation.

"It seems that there are elements in the lasso never before discovered
on the periodic charts...elements whose properties can only be theorized
based on their structure. It took us most of the week to replicate the
molecules involved, the process requiring both fission and fusion. Quite
laborious really. And expensive. As a solid, the elements cannot be
broken from one another. But as a liquid, it can be easily molded. The
melting process required temperatures upward of 5000 degrees to break the
cohesion, but we finally succeeded."

Wonder Woman glared down at her captor. Hex knew. It had been
said that the lasso was forged in the furnace of the gods. Now it seemed
that man had been able to duplicate that process, at least partially.

"Once liquefied, we were able to shape the material into any
construct that we wished...like a black latex catsuit, for example. We tested
it, of course, to ensure that the fiber would hold against any known force. It
seems to be passing that mark admirably, don't you think?"

Again, the smug, self-satisfied grin shone up at her. It had indeed
passed the test.

"Oh, don't look so glum, Wonder Woman" Hex said. "We
dissolved less than a quarter of an inch of the lasso during our tests. After
all, we still want to experiment with the truth-telling aspect. You'll be
pleased to know that we named the duplicated strength compound ‘HT', in
honor of its new discoverers, Hex and Tessa". The smile broadened. "Let's
look closer."

Hex folded his hands behind his back, and walked slowly around the
captive, surveying his prize from every possible angle. Wonder Woman had
never felt so helpless, so ‘on-display' as she did now. Hex finally stopped
once again directly below her.

"I've added one more improvement to the latex. I'm sure you've
noticed the metal webbing across the suit. I affectionately call the filaments
‘whiners', due to the sound they make. Let me demonstrate."

Hex stepped to the wall behind the amazon, and reached up.
Wonder Woman heard a ‘click', followed by a low buzzing sound that was
just at the edge of hearing.

Her captor returned within moments, occupying the position directly
below her once more. "We were in something of a rush when we brought
you here, and unfortunately I never got the chance to really appreciate that
amazon body of yours. I think we should rectify that now, don't you?"

"Mmmph!" shot out from behind Wonder Woman's ballgag, a
strenuous objection.

"Aaah, so nice to see you agree...."

Hex very casually reached up, the back of his right hand stroking
slowly across the smooth black surface of an encompassed breast.

Wonder Woman twisted vehemently, infuriated by the audacity of
her captor. As she did so, the buzzing from the whiners suddenly grew
louder, and the amazon very rapidly realized what was happening....

The whiners were contracting! The spiral filaments were tightening,
shrinking against each other, burrowing into the latex! Wonder Woman
watched in horror, ceasing her efforts against the suit long enough to take in
this new revelation.

The buzzing quickly diminished, returning to its previous barely
audible level. A sickening realization began to dawn on the latex clad
captive, but her mind was unable to accept the truth as of yet. Hex reached
up again, sliding a hand along one leg to stop neatly at the crotch.

"MMMPH!" spat out from behind the gag, as the amazon furiously
tried to evade the attention...and again the whiners buzzed loudly in protest.
The filaments contracted once more, now making noticeable dents on the
surface of the latex.

Wonder Woman halted her efforts quickly, and realized immediately
that the whiners did also. ‘Oh no!' was the thought that flashed through her
mind as the connection was made...and Hex obviously saw it.

"You realize what's happening now, don't you? Yes, I can see that
you do... Be a good little amazon, and let me play with you, and nothing
happens. Be a bad little amazon, and try to resist, and the whiners will
convince you to obey. It may take some time, but eventually they will
persuade you of the error of your ways. After all, they're unbreakable
too..." Hex laughed.

Wonder Woman glared at him with a mix of horror and incredulity.
The suit was unbreakable. The whiners were unbreakable. What happened
when the irresistible force met the immovable object? Wonder Woman
didn't know, but she certainly didn't want to be inside the arrangement to
find out...

"Let's begin with your training, shall we?" Hex asked, as he reached
down to retrieve the first of the implements on the gurney below her.

Wonder Woman grimaced, biting hard on the gag as Hex
approached....

****

The next few hours (or was it days?) contained extremely vivid
memories that Wonder Woman would have liked to forget. Her sense of
time had become distorted, mere seconds dragging by like hours as Hex
took thorough delight in tormenting his captive with every device
imaginable.

She had been wrong about the suit. It had contained zippers. Two
of them, actually. One mounted directly at the front, an opening at the
crotch. The other mounted at the rear, allowing access to the anal area. Hex
had been only too eager in ensuring that they didn't stay closed...at least
until he wanted them to.

Every minute had been filled with an unending stream of bondage
implements...toys and tools, games and gadgets. There had been only one
purpose. To make Wonder Woman squirm.

And squirm she had. Who could keep still when a high speed
vibrator was applied directly to quivering love lips? Or when shy nipples
had become twirling playthings, threaded and squeezed by clamps before
being forced to dance wildly at the end of an unforgiving chain. The
sensations would have driven any normal woman beyond endurance...but
for Wonder Woman in had been made even worse.

She still had her amazon powers. In her role as a superheroine, no-
one had ever dared to take advantage of her the way Hex had. The few
times she had succumbed to her enemies, she had found a way to break free
in short order. Most adversaries weren't prepared to deal with the mental
and physical abilities of an amazon with gifts from the gods. But Hex had
found a way to give her the amazon powers and keep her captive. It was a
uniquely appalling arrangement.

Wonder Woman had tried to remain perfectly motionless during the
ordeal, knowing that the whiners would react quickly and decisively to any
struggling. Hex had obviously seen this, and taken the greatest joy in
making her wriggle or writhe, thereby tightening the filaments.

It quickly became a perverse little game...Hex tried to pry a reaction
from the captive amazon, while Wonder Woman tried desperately to remain
ram-rod straight. The latex clad captive failed frequently, and paid the
price.

And now, after several hours, it seemed that Hex had finally tired of
the game. He seemed to be packing things up, preparing to retire for the
evening. Wonder Woman watched in stoic silence, recovering from her
ordeal. She was able to do little else.

The amazon peered carefully down at the wire encasement. Each
strand had burrowed into the latex an inch or more, squeezing the occupant
like an overripe cantaloupe that was about to burst. The network created a
crushing pressure that threatened to overwhelm her, as each wire added to
her discomfort. What had been a smooth black catsuit was now a series of
pockmarked bulges, sharply delineated by the rigid boundaries of the
unbreakable twine. Her chest had suffered some of the worst attention;
multiple balloons protruded outward where the smoothly rounded
hemispheres had been, the vicious filaments sectioning her captive breasts
without pity or remorse.

She had discovered that by remaining totally still, the filaments
would eventually relax their tenacious grip. Even now, it was taking all of
her concentration to remain completely inert. As tired as she was, she
couldn't let her focus slip, lest she move and inadvertently tighten her own
bondage again.

Hex packed the last of the items away, then turned and smiled
upward at his captive.

"That was fun, don't you agree?"

Wonder Woman glared at her captor, her eyes reflecting both her
anger and her obvious disagreement with his opinion.

"We'll have to play again tomorrow I think...."

Wonder Woman tried to remain stoic, but the slightest trace of fear
and deep concern merged into her expression. Not another day of this!
Hera! But what could she do? Her mind raced furiously, trying to seize on
any means of escape possible...and as she ran through each plan, she
realized that Hex was still talking...

"...wondering what we did with your overzealous partner, the perky
little Wonder Girl. Please be assured that boredom was never an issue for
her. Tessa made absolutely sure of that. In fact, I think it's time that we
reacquainted you two...."

Hex pressed a button on a remote that he retrieved from his pocket,
and the amazon princess watched as the double doors swung inward once
more.

Shock and amazement lit Wonder Woman's face as she stared at
what had been done to Wonder Girl. A duplicate latex catsuit tightly
encased the unfortunate teen, packaging her like a carbon copy of the more
statuesque Wonder Woman. The whiners were in place as well, deeply
burrowed in the stretchy black fiber. Suspended on a cable, the girl wonder
rolled toward the amazon princess, carried forward by the mechanical
conveyor belt above.

As Wonder Girl came nearer, the amazon realized that her sibling
was stifling tears from her extreme duress. Tessa had obviously succeeded
during ‘playtime' more frequently than Hex. The whiners were buried at
least a half inch deeper on every part of Wonder Girl's latex prison. The
bulging protrusions across the suit spoke volumes about the discomfort of
the occupant, and even the slightest of motions sent an agony of distress
through the completely rigid captive. It was readily evident that Wonder
Girl had been unable to control her reactions to the stimulation.
Undoubtedly, it was because Drusilla had been totally inexperienced with
the sheer magnitude of sensations like these. They were all new to her, and
she had reacted explosively. Fury and despair raged through the captive
Wonder Woman as she realized that she could not protect or free her sister
from these evil villains.

The conveyor stopped abruptly as Wonder Girl reached a point some
three feet in front of Wonder Woman. The two sisters stared at one another,
the empathy almost palpable as they sorrowed for what had been done to the
other.

Tessa was the first to break the silence. "Looks like our ladies have
had a rough day. I think we should probably leave them alone for awhile,
eh?"

Hex looked like he disagreed, but would bow to his mate's superior
wisdom.

Hex and Tessa walked to the double doors, Wonder Woman
following them closely with her limited vision. Hex twisted the dial on the
lights, darkening the room to the faintest of illumination.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" remarked Tessa, running back to the two
suspended amazons. Wonder Woman coughed emphatically into the gag to
signify her displeasure as she felt and heard the zipper to her crotch open
rapidly. The long, hard cylinder that suddenly pressed against her lower lips
could only be the rubber dildo. Wonder Woman felt it slide inward with
grudging resistance, heard the opening zip shut. Then she heard the zipper
on Wonder Girl's suit, as Drusilla received the same prize. Despite their
anger, neither amazon dared to move, since the whiners were still active.

Tessa trotted back to the door, meeting Hex at the open portal.
"There now, much better, don't you think?"

Hex nodded his approval, a sly smile creeping into his face. As Hex
exited into the corridor beyond, Tessa turned once more to the captives...her
finger depressing the button on the remote control hidden in her jacket.
Then the door swung shut behind the villainess, as she hummed a merry
little tune while she caught up with her lover...

Both dildos began vibrating eagerly, impacting against the tight
confines of their prison walls. The latex held them tightly in position.
There was no chance that they would be ejected by the struggling captives.

Through the long, dark night the silence of the room was broken
only by occasional explosive moans and gasps of orgasming
captives...followed by the loud buzz of whiners contracting.....

*****

CHAPTER 3 PINBALL WIZARD

When Wonder Girl next awoke, she found herself alone in another
dimly lit room. The first thing she noticed, with a considerable sigh of
relief, was that she the crushing latex had been removed. Her costume was
now back in place, fitted perfectly to her young, lithe body. That was
something, at least. The latex prison had finally squeezed her into
unconsciousness, the powerful orgasms unstoppable in their awful tenacity.
Each new orgasm fueled the vehicle for her own demise, as the involuntary
muscle spasms of her many climaxes contracted the whiners. The last thing
she remembered before succumbing to the awful pressure was the
despairing look in Wonder Woman's eyes, as she watched her younger
sister pass out.

Now she awoke, seated in a wooden straight-backed chair, with a
spotlight above her. Steel cuffs had been secured about her booted ankles,
followed by chains that traveled across the stone floor to two large rings set
on either side of her chair. It allowed her enough leeway to stand and move
each leg several inches in any direction, but no more. The wrist bracelets
were clamped by similar cuffs, though the chains here allowed her
considerably more movement. The chains here led downward to another
two rings set into the floor, positioned a little further outward than the ankle
rings.

Drusilla stood, and applied all of her strength in an attempt to twist
or break the chains. Those efforts failed. She tried to pull the four rings
from the stone floor. Again, she was unsuccessful. The teen realized
belatedly that her strength wasn't fully restored yet, especially after last
night's exertions. And Hex and Tessa had obviously applied their ‘secret
formula', HT, to the chains and restraining bolts. Her strength wasn't
going to succeed here. She obviously needed to wait, watching for an
opportunity in which to strike.

The door swung open, the overhead lamps illuminating the entire
room brightly as her captors entered through the door. Wonder Girl now
had the opportunity to examine the balance of the room in detail. Three of
four walls were featureless gray, with no noticeable marks. The wall
directly in front of her housed an immense mirror, which stood six feet high
and thirty feet wide. It reflected back the occupants in the room, and the
drab unending walls of her prison. In the far left corner of the front wall, a
darkened vidscreen hung quietly.

"Good morning, Wonder Girl...did you have a relaxing evening?"
Tessa quipped.

"Yes, very restful...you should try it sometime..." Drusilla shot back.

"Good to see she still has some spunk left, eh?" remarked Hex to
Tessa. "She's going to need it."

"Quite so, quite so..." giggled Tessa. "Especially when she gets to
play the game..."

"What game?" Drusilla asked, unable to resist.

"Why, this one, of course." Hex pressed a panel on the wall. A
section of the stone slid upward, and the floor in front of Drusilla slid
quietly to her left. As the movement progressed, an old-style pinball
machine came into view, riding atop a conveyor belt that moved it across to
her. It stopped directly in front of the young amazon, situated perfectly for
gameplay.

There were the standard flippers, with multiple bells and bumpers.
Several ladders and rails gleamed in bright silver, alongside the
multicolored panels and displays. The interior was obviously new, with
little or no usage in evidence. The backboard showed room for four players,
as well as bonus match indicator for winning extra plays. It also held the
name of the game: "The Mistress of Mayhem".

Behind the glass top, there were several zones inside the machine.
Hex's Haven. The Void. Tessa's Pincers. The Maelstrom. The fact that it
had been personalized with her captor's names concerned Wonder Girl.
What possible meaning did it have?

Hex stepped forward. "The game is quite simple, really. We're
going to give you one credit on the machine, which will allow you five
pinballs. You must score as high as you possibly can. You can earn free
balls, or a free game, just as you might in any standard pinball machine."

"That's it?" asked Wonder Girl, slightly incredulous and suspicious
at the simplicity of the task.

"Not quite..." answered Tessa.

Here it comes, thought Drusilla.

"We need to provide you with the proper motivation" Tessa replied.
Both captors turned to the vidscreen. The display lit quietly, the camera
displaying the smooth gleaming metal and softly defined curves of a
spacious passenger compartment. It took Wonder Girl a few seconds to
recognize the features. It was the interior of a private compartment on a
maglev train.

"Do you recognize it?" asked Hex.

"Yes...it's a maglev compartment..." replied Wonder Girl cautiously.

"Watch closely..." instructed Hex.

The vidscreen zoomed in on the front of an air conditioning unit. A
pair of hands appeared in the display, and removed the polished stainless
steel cover. Below the compressor, nestled quietly and unobtrusively in a
corner of the air-conditioning compartment, sat a bomb. Wonder Girl
immediately noticed the timer, which was frozen at 00:00:01. One second
from detonation.

"As you probably know, the maglev runs from San Angeles to New
York continuously. The explosive within the bomb is more than sufficient
to destroy the train, killing every living thing on board...." Hex stated.

"You wouldn't!!" exclaimed Wonder Girl.

"Sure we would!" laughed Hex, "but that all depends on you...".

"Now, watch closely Wonder Girl.." said Tessa. The villainess
walked to the pinball machine, and pressed a button mounted on the side of
the score-keeping display. The score jumped to 100,000 instantly. As the
score on the machine jumped, so did the amount of time remaining on the
bomb. It now read 24:00:01, and instantly began counting down. Drusilla
watched as the hands on the vidscreen replaced the cover to the
compartment. The deadly device was now effectively concealed.

Hex smiled at the captive. "And so the game begins, my dear. For
each 100,000 points that you earn playing pinball, you also earn 24 hours of
delay on the bomb. So 200,000 will detonate in two days, 300,000 in three
days...and so forth."

"But what possible use could that serve?" asked the puzzled teen.

"It will amuse us." Hex answered. "It's so very boring in this
room."

Tessa continued. "I'd advise you to play to the best of your ability,
Wonder Girl. After all, you don't want to be responsible for all those
casualties do you? And who knows...given enough time, the bomb may be
discovered and defused. Or perhaps you'll escape and defuse it yourself. In
any case, each day gives the people on that train a reprieve from the dire fate
that awaits them."

Though the situation was grim, Wonder Girl almost smiled. Almost.
The villains couldn't know her secret. As a teen who seldom got the chance
to visit outside of Paradise Island, she had become enthralled with two
aspects of American society. The first was rock and roll dancing. She
loved to tear up the dance floor, listening to the heavy beat of the wild
music.

The other was video games, especially pinball. She had become
quite adept, playing all of the newer and older machines as frequently as
possible. She regularly won free games, and occasionally set high scores.
This was an area that was well suited to her teen abilities...and one in which
she had plenty of practice.

The hard part would be getting a sense of what combinations of
actions generated the most points. Would it be Hex's Haven, followed by
Tessa Pincer's? Or repeated visits to ‘The Maelstrom'? In any of the
games she had played, there was always an agenda of actions that needed to
be completed in order to win extra credits, or a free ball.

No matter. Wonder Girl was confident that she would rapidly
discern the pattern that made this machine tick, and make it her own. There
were only a limited number of possibilities...and she would explore them
until the correct patterns turned up.

"Ready, Wonder Girl?" asked Hex.

Wonder Girl stared silently at her captor, refusing to answer. This
was too complex a scheme, too detailed a trap for a simple game of pinball.

"Perhaps she needs some help..." replied Tessa, who carefully
reached over and pressed the start button. Ching! The credit on the
machine disappeared, and a silver ball ejected outward into the start aisle.

Wonder Girl put her hands on the corners of the machine, middle
fingers firmly positioned on the flipper buttons. She gave them a few
random flips, watching the speed and length of coverage carefully. A whirl
of flickering lights and gleaming displays winked at her, beckoning the
gameplay to begin.

Then, with her manacled right hand, she reached down and pulled
the plunger back, releasing it against the waiting silver sphere.....

****
The instant the plunger slid from her fingers, the room flooded with
additional light. Wonder Girl's focus on the motion of the ball was torn
away instantly by what she now saw. The huge mirror in front of her faded
to transparency...and Drusilla now realized it had been a trap all along. A
warehouse behind the two-way mirror popped into view, the huge floor
space filled to capacity by a sight that chilled her to the bone.

It was an absolutely perfect replica of the pinball machine that stood
before her, with three important differences.

First, the size. It was immense, thirty feet wide and easily a hundred
feet long. Each flipper seemed to be six feet in length, a huge parody of the
tiny flippers in front of Drusilla. The bumpers were five feet in diameter, a
monstrous enlargement of the mechanical devices that she usually played.
Every feature of the machine in the warehouse was a grossly enlarged
version of the one below her.

Second, the backboard. There was no backboard on the warehouse
version, so the score would only be kept on Drusilla's machine. This was
probably due to the height of the machine in the room beyond...a backboard
would have required a seventy foot ceiling, or more.

Third, the pinball. In the machine before Wonder Girl, a one-inch
silver ball gleamed brightly back at her. In the warehouse version, an
absolutely transparent shiny glass ball, three feet in diameter shone.

And inside that ball, squeezed to impossibly small dimensions, was
a tightly bound and severely compressed Wonder Woman!!

****
Wonder Woman, waiting alone in the dark until now, had only been
able to theorize about how she had been bound. She could feel the bondage
implements and devices where they had been applied to her, but had been
unable to see exactly how they were attached. Now, as the room suddenly
filled with light, she was able to confirm much of what she suspected.

She had been bound in a fetal position, and stuffed inside some
kind of glass ball. The clear crystal was at least two inches thick, and had
no visible seam that she could determine. There was no movement
possible for her within the extremely limited confines, but that hadn't
stopped Hex and Tessa from adding to her discomfort.

Her captors had bound her forearms to her biceps with three separate
rubber straps, so that her wrist, forearm, and elbow were all secured as one.
Her wrists were now situated at shoulder level, her hands peeking above the
collarbone to fall in line with each ear. Two more straps secured the
immobile arms to her torso, with straps above and below her breasts,
encircling her torso front to back.

Her legs had been bent upward, so that her knees now touched her
shoulders, and by coincidence, her wrists. The strapping process had been
repeated, attaching the calf to each associated thigh so that no flexing of the
legs was possible. Her boots had been removed, the severe position
stretching her toes backward inside her prison, the tops of each foot pressing
against the smooth surface of the interior of the ball.

It was as if someone had asked her to kneel on the ground, hold her
hands to her shoulders, and press her entire chest to the floor with no use of
her arms. Only they hadn't asked. Hex and Tessa had taken the liberty,
securing her into the tightest of ball-ties before bending her to match the
curvature on the inside of the sphere. Her spine was curved into a fetal
position and pressed against the back of the interior within the glass, forcing
her head to bow slightly forward. The tops of her feet, the front of her
ankles, and her kneecaps all pressed against the front side of the interior. It
was beyond claustrophobic.

Light reflected sensuously off the gleaming nylons that still encased
her legs, the shiny material highlighting the tightly stretched muscles
beneath. What remained of the rest of her costume consisted of her tiara, her
golden belt, and her star-spangled panties. The bustier was gone, removed
so that her proud breasts could thrust forward freely. They hadn't. The
reason for this was that they had been imprisoned. A rubber strap pushed
deeply across the vertical face of each breast, molded into a rubber ring that
encircled the root of each firm orb. A second strap, identical to the first,
pushed deeply across the horizontal. It too was molded to the rubber ring.

The heavy rubber rings that encircled the base of each breast were
then riveted to a strap that encircled her torso, and had been cinched at least
two notches beyond what was taut. The bondage ‘bra' wasn't going
anywhere soon. The arrangement pushed her breasts upward and outward,
thrusting them defiantly forward.

But the attachments hadn't ended there. At the intersection of the
two straps, sealing each straining nipple within, a suction cup lovingly
enclosed the pink nodules. The clear silicon cups pressed deeply into the
soft breast to ensure a vacuum seal, yet never quit touched their contents.
At the end of each cup, just a half inch beyond the tip of each nipple, two
thin lines of plastic tubing jutted outward. These snaked across her doubled
legs, attaching themselves to two black boxes that were mounted to the
interior wall of the sphere. Halfway down the length of the suction cup,
two metal claws positioned themselves on either side of the nipple, an
alignment that generated concern. A thin steel rod attached to each claw,
wending upward to a tiny actuator at the apex of the cup.

It didn't look promising for the amazon.

A much thicker set of tubing attached to the rubber pump gag that
currently filled her mouth, stifling any sound she might attempt. Wonder
Woman bit down hard, but the elusive rubber balloon inside her mouth
evaded any puncture. She followed the line of black plastic tubing, tracing
it backward from her gag. It attached to a nozzle on one of the black boxes.
At least there was some airflow. Small fans in each box whirred silently,
the only conduit to the outside as far as the amazon could tell. A gentle
breeze wafted across her, supplying just enough oxygen to breathe.

Wonder Woman tried desperately to shift her position, to bring some
type of pressure to bear on the seemingly fragile glass. But her struggles
had no effect, at least on the prison.

The effect they did have was in her nether regions. Her movements
reminded her that Hex and Tessa had included other toys.

Dildos in fact. Two of them. Her captors had carefully cut the seam
of her star-spangled panties, sliced a neat little hole in the pantyhose, and
inserted the forward dildo through the now available opening. The anal
dildo followed, inserted past a second small hole in the rear of the shiny
blue satin.

Then the seams had been carefully sewn shut, her captors even
taking the time to carefully realign the stars back to their original positions.
Her own panties now became a liability, an enemy that assisted in securing
the dildos deep within her. To eject the huge invaders, Wonder Woman
would have to remove the blue satin tights...and that wasn't going to happen
anytime soon based on her position.

As Wonder Woman stared down, she realized that a tiny section of
each seam had remained unsewn. It was the smallest of openings, just large
enough for the two thin electrical wires to emerge from both fore and aft
dildos. Those wires wound across the interior of the sphere to the ominous
black boxes, then disappeared within. Another disturbing prospect.

The final indignity was the bondage collar, a stiff leather choker that
stretched from the base of her chin, clenched tightly about her neck, and
descended to her shoulders. It kept the back of Wonder Woman's head
pressed firmly against the interior of the glass ball, and allowed her no
opportunity to realign her field of view. She simply couldn't turn her head.

All of these details flashed rapidly into Wonder Woman's mind as
she surveyed her situation. The straps were obviously mixed with HT, since
all of her efforts in the dark had failed to free her. The amazon princess was
trying to decide what to do when the massive jolt exploded her forward,
accelerating her from a complete standstill to breakneck speed in an instant.
The glass pinball was spinning wildly, rotating its prisoner in all directions
as it zoomed up a narrow corridor...

***
Wonder Girl was so stunned by the sudden change of events that she
failed to respond to the gameplay for several seconds. The silver pinball
dropped through the gates at the top of the machine, bounding crazily back
and forth between two bumpers.

DING-DING-DING-DING!!!

A thunderstruck Drusilla watched as the exact same motions were
repeated in perfect detail on the warehouse machine. Wonder Woman was
bounced wildly between five-foot bumpers, jerked crazily to and fro as the
actuators responded to the impact. The glass sphere came rolling
downward, and bounced hard against a flipper. Still paralyzed by the events
transpiring, Wonder Girl failed to react. Both silver ball and glass sphere
rebounded upward, then slid gracefully down the center chute, where they
rested momentarily before being ejected back into the plunger aisle.

Ball one had just been lost.

A horrified Wonder Girl stood with mouth agape, shocked into
silence by the enormity of the deception.

"Gee, Wonder Girl, I expected you to do better than that!" laughed
Tessa. She pointed to the display, where the score read 102,000.

"What have you done to Wonder Woman!" screamed Drusilla, both
angry and appalled at the terrible imprisonment of her sister.

"Why, my dear Wonder Girl," Hex remarked smoothly, "I thought
we explained all this. You have complete control over the pinball machine.
Both machines in fact. We've even given you considerable motivation. A
little discomfort for your sister, or the needless deaths of innocent
bystanders. Seems like an easy choice to me..."

"You bastards!" shouted Wonder Girl, realizing now why the ‘game'
had been so easy on her. To win time against the detonation of the bomb,
she had to abuse her sister in this nefarious machine. It was a lose-lose
situation.

"If it helps any," Tessa stated, "Wonder Woman can't see you, or
anything else in this room. The two way mirror is now more brightly lit in
the warehouse. All our little amazon can see is her reflection as she goes
rolling around...."

"I won't play!" Wonder Girl exclaimed, removing her hands from
the machine and standing upright. "You can't force me!"

"True...True.." said Hex. "But the rules say that the game must be
played to completion. If there are credits or unused pinballs left, the
detonator will activate after five minutes. So we'll just wait here with you,
until....poof!..."

Drusilla looked at Hex in stunned silence.

"You have five minutes to make up your mind." remarked Tessa,
pointing to a display on the scoreboard. It read three minutes, and was
counting down.

Drusilla watched the display anxiously, trying to determine whether
or not to believe the things she had been told. What she had seen of these
two so far indicated that they had little regard for anyone but themselves.
She realized that they would happily sacrifice others to gain their own goals,
and had undoubtedly done so many times before.

As the timer crept below the one minute mark, an angry, confused
Wonder Girl made the only decision she could. With the greatest
reluctance, she reached forward...then pulled the plunger back, and let fly
the next ball in play...

***

For Wonder Woman, the last few minutes had been surreal at best.
The rotating images that had whirled past her had communicated a bizarre
new reality....she was a living pinball, trapped inside a giant pinball
machine!! It had started with the sudden impact as the ball was fired into
the chute. Then the interior had wheeled rapidly past her, the flashing
structures allowing only the briefest of glimpses into what the machine
contained. She was able to pick out the bumpers, the glass top, the multiple
ramps in the huge design. Only her amazon abilities enabled her to make
any sense of the cacophony of images. Those quick imprints were all she
had time for. When the ball struck the first bumper, she was thrown
backward by the force of the responding actuator. The sphere reversed
direction instantly, rocketing across the playing surface in the opposite
direction.

DING!

The sound had come from two speakers inside the sphere, mounted
flush inside the black boxes. The sound echoed in her ears within the tight
confines. But that wasn't all that echoed. BBRAPP! The vaginal dildo
jolted into action, an intensely strong, sharp buzz exploding inside her for a
mere tenth of a second. The shock of the sensation took her completely by
surprise, as the sudden impact ended almost before it had begun. The
tingling aftereffects, though, were another story. She could feel the warm
afterglow left in their wake, a sensation that was due to continue for some
time....

She was still coming to grips with this distressing aspect when the
pinball hit the second bumper.

DING!

Again the speakers sounded, the din echoing less than a second after
the sound of the first impact. BBRRTT! A shocked Wonder Woman tried
to jump forward, as the anal dildo burst into life for a tenth of a second. The
tingling inside her expanded in size, as the muscles both fore and aft
endured the sudden vibration. She should have known, might even have
guessed that this would be the sequence of events...but it would not have
alleviated the sharp provocation inside of her. Again she reversed
direction...

DING! BBRAPP!

DING! BBRRTT!

Wonder Woman felt two more solid impacts as the ball reversed
twice more. Her insides felt the instant impact of the vibrators, and were
warming slowly to the repeated attention. Then, thankfully, the pinball
rolled free of the bumper area. She felt herself wheel downward, sensed the
thump of the sphere against one of the huge flippers, then watched as she
rebounded and rolled into the bowels of the machine. The sphere thudded
to a sudden stop.

Was it over? she thought. Her answer came in less than a second.
The transparent sphere was ejected from the darkness, and came to rest in
the chute once more. Wonder Woman knew that Hex and Tessa had
designed this machine as some kind of bizarre sexual game...one in which
the amazon princess was sure to be both winner and loser....

She wasn't looking forward to becoming the next ball in play, and
her captors seemed to know this. After all, they made her wait almost four
minutes before pulling the plunger again....

****

Wonder Girl's hand released the plunger, and she watched as the
silver ball rocketed upward. What kind of stress would that put on an
amazon body? Wonder Woman would undoubtedly suffer from the rapid
accelerations inside the machine, Drusilla knew. She watched as the ball
tumbled down the dividers, and began smashing into the bumper area.

DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!

Six thousand points. Well, at least I'm off to a good start, thought
Wonder Girl. Hex and Tessa smiled. So was Wonder Woman.

Drusilla's eyes scanned upward, locating the transparent sphere and
its hapless occupant. She watched for a fraction of a second, then realized
that this had been her mistake the last time. She had to win at this
game...innocent lives were at stake. And she knew that there was only one
way to do so...she had to ignore what was happening to Wonder Woman in
the machine beyond. If she focused on the larger sphere, she would lose
concentration on the smaller pinball in front of her. Wonder Girl gritted her
teeth, and devoted all of her attention to the silver sphere that was now
descending toward the flippers...

The ball flew down the center aisle. Inside the sphere, Wonder
Woman was trying to resist, but the constant sexual attention had already
begun to take its toll. Her body was slowly responding to the
blandishments of the vibrators, the moistness inside her panties spreading
with each passing second.

Wonder Girl stabbed the right flipper, and the ball fired upward
instantly, settling into a depression labeled "Tessa Pincers". KLAK! The
ball ejected immediately, adding a thousand points to the score. Wonder
Girl struck the flipper again, the ball repeating the visit. KLAK! KLAK!
Two thousand points this time.

Simultaneously, Wonder Woman felt the drop as the ball settled into
the groove for the Pincers. KLAK! sounded from the speakers. Inside the
suction cups, the metal pincers activated, biting down hard on two tender
nipples. The sphere vaulted outward...but a moment later, the speakers
echoed again...KLAK! KLAK! Two hard bites quickly assailed her.
Wonder Woman would have jumped if she could, but there was no room for
the reaction.

Then she hurtled out again, and a flipper fired her upward to a side
alley called "The Void". A second before exiting, the orb depressed a metal
switch in the center of the alley.

SSSUMMP!

Wonder Woman heard the distinct sound from the speakers,
followed by the sharp hissing of air. Within seconds, she felt her bitten
nipples strain upward. The air was being evacuated from within the suction
cups! Her nipples pulled forward, stretching for the terminus of the clear
plastic cups.

MMMPH!! resounded in the clear lucite prison, as Wonder Woman
expressed her opinion on this latest development. The tingling that had
been localized between her hips was now joined by an erotic thrill as her
nipples became engorged. Things were speeding up for the amazon
princess.

DING-DING-DING-DING!!!

KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!

Wonder Girl was slowly developing a rhythm with the machine,
becoming more able to judge the speed, direction, and response time of the
various components. Tessa's Pincers seemed to add a thousand bonus
points on top of the score from the previous visit...and the teen quickly
realized that these points could be a huge component of her total score if she
struck there enough. The bumpers were only useful if you got the ball
trapped between two of them...then it racked up points quite rapidly. The
Void added five thousand per visit...but it was difficult to aim for a side
alley.

While Wonder Girl was discovering what made the machine tick,
Wonder Woman was discovering something quite different. The cunning
nature of the design. As play continued, another KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!
from Tessa's Pincers. Her engorged nipples, pulled forward by the suction
from the Void, were assaulted on an area that had remained previously
untouched.

"MMMMPHHH!!!" sounded again inside the orb as the site was
revisited.

It was a devious twist, a clever strategy that allowed the Pincers to
access more of the nipple than they should have.

Drusilla fired again, aiming for a depression on the left labeled the
"Arctic Circle".

BBRRING! Seven thousand rolled onto the score.

But the ball didn't eject right away. She watched as an ice coated
nozzle rose from a slot in the playing field. A cold freon mist fired outward
at the static silver sphere. Oh no!

Wonder Woman felt the temperature change instantly. A
comfortable seventy degrees had dropped to a chilling thirty five.
Goosebumps appeared on the smooth, tanned skin as the muscles tried to
warm themselves. Wonder Woman began shivering rapidly, her body trying
to regenerate the lost heat as rapidly as possible.

Wonder Girl tore her eyes away from the glass in front of her, and
immediately locked her sights on the clear orb in the warehouse beyond.
The effects from the Circle were evident even at this distance, a thin layer of
ice attaching to the left side of the ball. As the concerned Drusilla watched,
the ball was ejected. The teen had broken her own rule...the sphere skittered
down the board, and glanced at a narrow angle off the left flipper before
descending into the reset area. Ball two had been lost.

****

Drusilla wasted no time, firing the freezing pinball upward.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Bumpers again. When the ball reached the flippers, she was ready.
A stab from her finger, and the ball fired to the right, narrowly catching the
lip of "The Sahara".

BEEE-OOOP! chimed from the speakers. Another Seven thousand.
Drusilla watched nervously, as another nozzle rose from a slot in the board.
She just had to be right...

A tiny flame shot outward, heating the pinball rapidly! Wonder Girl
breathed a sigh of relief.

Wonder Woman, shaking vigorously in freezing confines, was
immensely relieved as the temperature readjusted to the seventy degrees that
it had been previously. She had no time to revel in her newfound comfort,
however. She was still recovering from the chill when the ball ejected to
the playing field again, and was fired at more targets.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

KLAK!

DING! DING!

Wonder Girl stopped the flipper as the ball descended the left
actuator aisle, and caught the silver pinball in a perfectly orchestrated move.
It was the ideal situation for a player. She could now aim the ball precisely
at any target that she wanted. For most players, this was a situation to be
taken advantage of immediately. But Drusilla hesitated...since there was
more at stake in this game than the mere collection of points. She wanted to
give Wonder Woman as long a reprieve as possible from the grueling
ordeal. Twenty seconds stretched to thirty...then the actuator failed for just
a second, forcing the ball back into motion.

"Damn!" Wonder Girl muttered harshly under her breath as she
gritted her teeth. She realized as she pounded the traitorous flipper that Hex
and Tessa would never have left such an obvious loophole. She
concentrated her next shot at the ramp leading to Hex's Haven...and
watched as the ball ascended, then dropped from above into that area.

"UUUMPPH!" rushed out of Wonder Woman as she felt the jarring
impact of the fall. The ball came to rest with the amazon princess upright,
allowing her to stare down the length of the playing field to the flippers
beyond....

ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!

The sound amplified in volume, as the points clicked onto the board.
Five hundred. A thousand. Fifteen hundred. On and on it went, growing
with each passing second. Wonder Girl devoted all of her attention to the
ball, ready for the split second eviction that would eventually occur....

She did not see Hex smile wolfishly.

Inside the sphere, Wonder Woman felt each ‘ting!' distinctly.
VERY distinctly. It was a totally different sensation from the previous
actions, and again she was unprepared.

Previously, when she had struck the bumpers, the vibrators had
given her a short, sharp buzz along the entire dildo. The repeated hits had
now excited her considerably, as evidenced by the dark stain that was
spreading outward on the crotch of her dampened panties.

With the first ‘ting!', a narrow, circular cross-section of each
vibrator created a thin band of activation that had given her an incredibly
powerful jolt from inside. It was as if someone had slipped a ring onto the
dildo, and activated only that quarter inch band of circular material. The
ring of action had started at the base of each companion, but with each
‘ting!', the bands had ascended upward, drilling deeper into her recesses.
Wonder Woman tried to refuse the effects of this attention, but the
responses of her body would not be denied. It was too different, too
unique... The buzzing climbed upward like a thousand wasps, vibrating her
intimate areas relentlessly an inch at a time. She felt the escalating
sensations, and realized with both fear and anticipation that she was rapidly
approaching orgasm....

TTTTING!

As the score reached its crescendo, so too did Wonder Woman...

"MERCIFUL MINERVA!" flashed through her mind, the only
thought Wonder Woman had time for before she crested the peak...

UUUMMPH! UUUMMMPPPHH!
MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!! MMM-MMMPHHH!!!! MM-MM-
MMM-MMMM-MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!

A cataclysmic orgasm exploded within her, the raging detonation
bursting outward, as the entire sphere rocked wildly from the response. The
powerful Wonder Woman was gyrating madly from the uncontrollable
sensations, her entire body fighting vehemently against the restraints. The
orgasm thrashed repeatedly throughout her captive body, screaming its
victory at finally being freed. And it had brought friends...

She came....

Then came again...

A third orgasm exploded within her...then a fourth! What was
happening to her?

A fifth....a sixth! And still the dildos continued their assault, her
pleasure centers ringing like fire alarms..

TTTINg! TTTIng! TTTing! TTting! Ttting! tting!

The concentric rings of action descended now, returning to the base
of the vibrator from which they had come. Violent aftershocks continued to
ripple through the ferociously shuddering Wonder Woman, as her jangled
nerves tried to regroup and make sense of the world around them.

A seventh orgasm rocketed her back upward, setting her nerves
ablaze just when she thought it was safe again.

The entire orb trembled in place, the mighty muscles of the amazon
trying to shake it apart. Wonder Woman, barely coherent from the
inconceivable shock of the ordeal, somehow realized what was causing
this...

The Golden Belt!

The gleaming golden belt, another gift from the gods. Last night she
hadn't worn the belt, and though she had orgasmed from the coercions
beneath the latex, it hadn't been a hundredth of the intensity she now felt.
Part of her incredible powers and abilities as Wonder Woman were razor
sharp senses, multiplied far beyond what any human could even dream of.
Apparently, that enhancement was directly due to the golden belt. And it
definitely wasn't meant to multiply sensations like this.

The amazon princess had never tried to become sexually excited in
her guise as Wonder Woman. She knew subconsciously that her role was
not something to be trifled with. Each cutting edge reaction served a distinct
purpose, and would be called upon only when needed in her fight against
evil.

Until now.

Those keenly honed nerves had detonated with sensation, working
together to deliver a massive blow to her pleasure centers. Multiplied a
hundredfold, it was like a sledgehammer of raw sexual bliss smashing into
her. Had she been Diana Prince, she would have been knocked unconscious
for hours by the blast. But as Wonder Woman, her superheroine abilities
sustained her, forcing her to experience the full weight of the orgasms
without reprieve.

An eighth and ninth orgasm continued the sensory overload. Her
powerful frame was quaking with reaction now, and efforts that could have
stopped a dozen armies were directed at shivering her uncontrollably.

"MM-MM-MM-MM-MPPH!!!!" echoed repeatedly inside the orb.
A dimly aware part of Wonder Woman was shocked to realize that her own
lungs were generating the explosive moans.

****

On the scoreboard, Wonder Girl was surprised and pleased by the
new score, realizing that Hex's Haven had added forty thousand points
during the short visit. The teen realized that this could raise her score
significantly, and planned to repeat the play whenever the chance became
available.

Drusilla watched as the ball was ejected, too busy to notice another
indicator on the board. Hex and Tessa noticed, though. They had been
watching the indicator quite closely for some time now. The field was
labeled "Bonus Match"...and it now read nine. It was by no coincidence
that this was number happened to match another count...the number of
orgasms experienced by the helplessly quivering Wonder Woman.

The game continued, with Wonder Girl aiming her shots at the side
targets while she continued to accumulate points from the bumpers.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

This time, the ball rolled down an alley on the left side. "The
Press". Wonder Girl watched as another metal switch depressed, adding
two thousand points.

FFFFAAAHH!

As the sound continued from the speakers, a recovering Wonder
Woman felt the tension on her nipples suddenly decrease, the suction
easing...but the release didn't stop there. The pressure inside the suction
cups reversed, then began to increase. Her nipples were pushed backward
by the barometric change, forced inward onto her breasts. The sensitive
nubs were now locked in a pressure cooker, the density of the air squeezing
them from all sides as it pushed them back. She was still coming to grips
with this when she landed in Tessa's Pincers again...

KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!

"GGRRRMPPH!" shot out from behind the gag as the Pincers
descended repeatedly. The new positioning had enabled the clamps to
whack into the very tips of her nipples. Another stroke of genius from the
perverted pair....

The ball ejected from the Pincer's, and Wonder Girl made another
play to stop the ball in mid-motion for perfect aim. It was a mistake. The
ball had just a little too much momentum, and began rolling across the very
end of the flipper. Drusilla released the flipper quickly, stabbing outward
again to try and add some lateral momentum, but the move came too late.
Ball three sailed down the center, out of play.

****

Ball four hit the field just shy of the five minute mark. Wonder Girl
had waited till the last possible moment, in an effort to allow her sister as
long a reprieve as possible. Then the game began again.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

KLAK! KLAK!

SSUUMP!!

ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!

FFFFAHHH!

Wonder Girl was impressive, her gameplay knocking targets down
all over the board. She was focused on what she now believed was one of
the primary goals in the game. A ramp led upward to a section called "The
Maelstrom"...an entrance that was blocked until now. Drusilla had been
taking out the side targets one at a time, and was relieved and pleased when
the last target also brought down the gate to the ramp.

The teen was patient this time, knocking the ball across all areas of
the board, awaiting her chance.

SSUUMP!!

KLAK! KLAK! KLAK!

FFFAHHH!

Finally, the ball descended slowly enough to stop it on a flipper.
With great care, Wonder Girl lined up the shot...then fired the ball up the
ramp, ecstatic when it crested the hill and rolled into the zone as she
planned...

For every collision sustained by ball four, Wonder Woman had once
again received a special "prize". Now she felt the sphere descending down
a long ramp into a previously unvisited area. Small block letters appeared
beneath her view. "The Maelstrom". The ball stopped atop a small
pedestal, held in on four sides by small rollers with actuators attached.

And then it began....

KCHOW! KACHOW! KAACHOWWW!!!
KAAACCHOWWWW!

Inside the sphere, the vibrators spoke. BBRRT! BRRAAAPP! So
too did the suction cups. SSSUMP! FFFAHHH! Then, the vibrators
again...TINNNG! TTINNNGGG!!! Then the clamps...KLAK! KLAK!
KLAK!

Wonder Woman shuddered as she realized what was happening.
MERCIFUL MINERVA!! Her world had gone mad, the Maelstrom
creating a random assortment of sequences that combined everything she
had experienced thus far!

SSUMP! Her left nipple was pulled forward by suction. FFAHH!
Her right nipple was pushed inward by pressure. BBRING! The
temperature dropped suddenly, while the suction instantly reversed places
on left and right nipples. BRRAP!! The dildos alternated, one second
delivering short jabs of excitement, the next rolling upward with the band
effect. TTTING!

Wonder Woman began shivering uncontrollably once more as the
elements pounded into her, the multitude of effects too much for her already
overwhelmed senses. Every nerve ending was on fire with responses to the
attention they were getting, sending shrill messages to her brain. And the
effects didn't end there....the actuators started.

The entire sphere began rumbling in place, bounced two inches in
every direction by the motors. Wonder Woman was tossed left and right, up
and down. The vibrations shook the entire world around her as the sphere
continued a crazy dance atop the pedestal. This effect was somehow
mimicked exactly on the inside of the inflatable pump gag. The bladder that
filled her mouth had some kind of ball and motor arrangement buried within
it. The inside of her mouth now rumbled and buzzed, adding to the
sensations that assaulted her.

Unable to focus due to the number of sensory messages that she
received, Wonder Woman shut her eyes to block out what she could. It was
a mistake. With no view to distract her, all of her attention converged on
the messages from her nerve endings. The relentess vibrators screamed for
attention, and they got it. Wonder Woman rapidly ascended to orgasm once
more...

MMMPHHHHH!!! GGRRRRMMMPHHHH!!!!! MM-
UMMMPPPPHHH!!! UUUMMPH! UUUMMMPPPHH!
MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!

Wonder Woman was certain that the heights of sexual bliss attained
in the first round of orgasms could never be duplicated, let alone exceeded.
After all, the pleasure centers had some kind of inherent limit, didn't they?

She was wrong. The Maelstrom pushed her right to the previous
envelope, then moved her past it. She was totally incoherent, a spark plug
of sexual passion revved to redline and beyond.

HM-HMM-HHMMM-MMMMPPHH!!!! MM-MM-MM-MM-
MMPPPPPP!!!

The sounds echoed on and on within the sphere, as the points
continued to accumulate.

Wonder Girl watched in amazement as the score clicked over.
KERCHOW! Two thousand points. KERRCHOWWW!! Four thousand.
KERRRCHOWWWWW!!! Eight thousand. Each sound from the speakers
doubled the previously added score. Drusilla was ecstatic. She watched as
the display topped two hundred thousand points, and kept climbing. The
ball was still rebounding tightly in place, continuing to add to her score.

KERRRCHOWWW! KERCHOWWWWW!
KERCHOWWWW!!

As suddenly as it had begun, it ended, the ball ejecting down the
playing field. Drusilla, prepared for the response, put the ball back in play
immediately. Within seconds, she had maneuvered the silver sphere to a
standstill once more.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was perspiring profusely inside the
sphere. Her lungs pumped madly to refuel what oxygen they could, gulping
in huge amounts of air to replenish the supply that had been exhausted. Her
muscles were no longer obeying her direct commands. Instead, they
quavered uncontrollably, like a runner who had collapsed after a race. The
amazon, thankful for the momentary rest, used it to try and regain some
measure of control.

Drusilla fired the actuator once more. With an incredible bit of luck,
she watched as it sped up the ramp and entered The Maelstrom once more....

****
The gameplay of ball four continued on for some time, the skillful
Drusilla making good use of everything she had learned about the machine.
When a sudden spin tore the ball out of her grasp and into the bowels of the
machine, she had accumulated another seventy thousand points.

Ball five was put into play four minutes later.

Again, the cacophony of lights and buzzers flowed, generating
points to the waiting scoreboard. Drusilla was so intent on the game that
she was almost able to forget what was going on in the warehouse beyond.
She had blocked out all distractions, even those of Hex and Tessa watching
over her with eagle-bright attention.

Hex and Tessa had indeed been watching intently...but their eyes
weren't really on Wonder Girl. Instead, their vision traveled repeatedly to
the "Bonus Match" indicator. Seven minutes later, when ball five finally
succumbed, Hex turned to Tessa and made direct eye contact. The smiles
on the pair of villains told it all.

The "Bonus Match" indicator read one hundred and two.

Incredible! It was beyond Hex's wildest imaginings. He quickly
turned to Tessa. "Time to go, love...".

Tessa, realizing her cue, withdrew a syringe from her pocket.

Wonder Girl, high on an adrenaline rush, glanced at the final score.
One million, one hundred and ten thousand. She had bought eleven days for
the potentially doomed MagLev. She smiled slightly and turned backward
to confirm her achievements with her captors. She never completed that
turn.

Tessa stabbed Wonder Girl in the right buttock, the powerful
sedative taking effect almost immediately. Drusilla slumped to the floor.

"Now, let's go see how Wonder Woman is doing, shall we?" Hex
asked.

****
Inside the warehouse, a panel opened on the side of the giant
machine. Hex touched a button on a waist-high control panel in front of
him. As he did so, a plunger pushed the clear lucite sphere down a long
sloping ramp that flowed from the side of the game. The sphere and its
contents rolled to a stop before the waiting Hex and Tessa.

Wonder Woman stared out at them. At least she tried to. The
amount of moisture on the walls of the sphere made viewing difficult. Both
her perspiration and her rapid breathing had saturated the air with humidity.

Another button from Hex, and the fans accelerated the airflow. As
the moisture cleared, the villains were overjoyed to view the effects of the
endgame on their captive.

Wonder Woman was still shaking like a leaf. The orb rocked
slightly, as her muscles trembled against the walls of the sphere. It appeared
that the amazon could not quiet them. Her chest heaved in and out, the
rubber straps above and below her breasts stretching achingly to
accommodate the action. The star-spangled panties were soaked, a darker
blue patch extending upward and downward for ten inches in both
directions.

It seemed the dildos had earned their pay.

The only aspect that remained unchanged from the woman who had
gone into the sphere was the attitude. Anger filled eyes glared at her
tormentors, locking on them with justifiable indignation.

"See!" Hex cried. "I told you! That belt makes all the difference!
Neither of them came close to this kind of reaction last night...."

"Perhaps..." agreed Tessa grudgingly. "But I'd still like more
proof...."

Hex smiled. She was teasing him. She already knew that he was
correct. Her comment had another purpose.

"All right, if you insist..." he grinned.

Hex reached for a button on the board. Wonder Woman stared in
horror, realizing what was about to happen....

ting! tinG! tiNG! ttING! ttTING! TTING!

The dildos jumped into action, banging away inside their clefts. The
amazon's nerves were in a state of hyperactivity, and responded instantly to
the request.

"MMM-MMMMMPHHHHHHH!"

The third "ting!" bolted her to orgasm, where every aspect of her
previous performances was replayed in close-up detail for the nefarious duo.

"See?" said Hex.

Tessa smiled mischievously. "Are you absolutely sure?" she asked.

Hex reached again....

"MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MMPHHHHHHH!"

"Hmmm..looks like you're right after all." Tessa declared.

"I think our little amazon has had enough of a workout for today"
Hex stated. She'll be hyperexcited for quite a while if our theories on the
belt are correct." Another button. Wonder Woman watched the sleeping
gas as it hissed into the sphere. She was too worn out to do anything about
it. Sleep reached up and claimed her.

****

Drusilla awoke to find Hex standing over her. Her wrists were
handcuffed behind her. It was enough, since Hex held her in the grip of the
magic lasso.

"Follow me" he commanded.

Drusilla had no choice. She walked behind her captor, following
him down several flights of stairs. Both stopped before an iron door.

Hex removed a key, then led Drusilla in.

Inside the room was an archaic rack, used for stretching female
prisoners. The manacles on the rack sparkled slightly, a sure indication that
they had been treated with HT. On a table next to the rack, a dozen or more
bondage toys awaited. The core of the assortment included five dildos in
various shapes and sizes.

"Oh no, not again!" thought Wonder Girl.

Behind the table, grinning from ear to ear, stood Tessa. Hex handed
her the end of the lasso, then exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Wonder Girl stared in concern and bewilderment at the joy in Tessa's face.
She couldn't understand how such a simple thing could delight her captor to
this extent.


Tessa laughed aloud as she raised the item in her left hand even
higher.

Held aloft, shining radiantly in the reflected light, was the teen's
Golden Belt.....

****

CHAPTER 4 RAILWAY RIDE

The next time Wonder Woman awoke, the sun was shining, the
breeze was blowing, and a bomb was ticking.

As Wonder Woman slowly regained consciousness, her first view
was that of desert sand..miles of it. Her second view was that of Hex and
Tessa standing over her, with Tessa holding one end of the golden lasso.
The other was looped about the midriff of the toned amazon. Behind the
villainous due, the black limo awaited. It was obvious that the unconscious
heroines had been transported during the night, and redeposited here.

‘Here' was the middle of the desert. There were few sights to see
other than the scorching sun, the burning sand, and the cactus dotting the
landscape. That was why the railway car immediately grabbed Wonder
Woman's attention.

It was an antique, one of the very old "push-pull" types that were all
but extinct. Dating from the 1800's, it was little more than four wheels, a
platform, and the push-bar mechanism. The versions she had seen in
museum photographs had shown two men standing on the platform. One
stood at the front of the car, facing back, while the other stood at the back
end, facing forward toward his partner. In front of each man was a "T"
shaped handle that extended from the center of the car. The operation of the
vehicle was simple. The first man pushed down on his end of the "T",
while the second man allowed his end of the bar to rise. When the bar
reached the bottom of the stroke for man one, man two began pushing down
on his end. Now the first allowed his bar to rise, while the second exerted
himself. Each stroke reversed the scenario. While one lifted up, one
relaxed. Then vice versa.

Hex and Tessa had taken that simply idea and corrupted it
completely.

Theirs was a device with no purpose other than to abuse and
humiliate the two heroines. This was instantly obvious to Wonder Woman
because Drusilla had already been locked into place on the railway car.

At the front end of the car, an operator usually faced backward. Not
so with Wonder Girl. She had been secured facing forward, so that she
could view the landscape as it approached. The "T" bar had been heavily
modified. At the joint where the central support bar met the workman's
handle, a steel choke collar had been welded in place. This now encircled
Wonder Girl's slim neck. The handles continued outward from either side
of this collar, one bar to the left side of the car, and one bar to the right.

Those left-right handles ended in circular steel cuffs as well.
Wonder Girl's right wrist was held four feet away from her left wrist. Both
were locked in the steel shackles, held at the same height as the neck collar
by the unrelenting metal. It was like a set of stocks from the puritan era,
refashioned in steel and realigned so that the captive could stand bolt
upright.

This design was the crux of the new leverage for the railway car.
When Wonder Girl stood up, the push-bar would be forced upward via the
neck and wrists cuffs. That action would apply the needed momentum to
the wheels via the central support bar and the gears within. The second half
of the stroke simply required that Wonder Girl bend her knees, allowing the
bar to relax downward.

It sounded easy.

It wasn't going to be.

Hex and Tessa had added an additional pole to the vehicle. It was
fastened dead-center between Wonder Girl's wide-forked legs. Atop the
pole, an eight inch rubber dildo awaited. Based on the shape and profile of
the item, Wonder Woman was sure that it had the same abilities as her
‘friends' in the lucite pinball. To ensure that the dildo succeeded in its
intent, Wonder Girl's booted legs had been locked into manacles as well.
The matching left and right cuffs had been welded to the chassis of the car,
spreading the teen's lithe legs two feet apart.

Drusilla wasn't going anywhere.

The valiant Wonder Girl tried though. She fought against the steel
shackles, trying to bend or crack them. Hex and Tessa hadn't bothered to
gag her, so Wonder Woman could hear her sister's grunts of effort as the
teen attempted to break free.

Wonder Woman looked on with dismay.

There were other reasons why the teen was struggling so vigorously.
Hex and Tessa had left Drusilla with her boots, bracelets, and tiara of her
original costume. Nothing else. Wonder Girl was virtually naked. No
bustier, no panties, no pantyhose. The athletic body wriggled in the
unyielding metal grip, arguing for release.

The villainous pair had then added a smaller version of the rubber
‘bondage-bra' that Wonder Woman had been introduced to previously. The
amazon could see that the wires from the suction cups led downward to a
box mounted at the front of the railcar. Drusilla probably didn't understand
the bra's full potential...but Wonder Woman did. She had experienced it
firsthand.

The only other item that adorned the young physique was the teen's
golden belt. It was fixed tightly about her waist.

Uh-oh! thought Wonder Woman. It was going to be an exceedingly
long ride.

The flashing digital display at the center of the car drew Wonder
Woman's attention. The display read three hours, fifteen minutes. And
second by second, the numbers descended toward zero. A high-tech bomb.

All of these facets....the lever, the manacles, the bomb, the
struggling Wonder Girl...were absorbed by the waiting amazon in a flash. It
took just one more second to realize the other half of the plan. At the
opposite end of the car, the neck, wrist, and ankle cuffs were currently
empty. Below them, a lonely silver pole with a dildo atop it gleamed in the
mid-morning sun. Wonder Woman tried to pull back, but Tessa
commanded her forward with the power of the lasso. It didn't require the
perceptive amazon intellect to know exactly what Hex and Tessa had in
mind....

*****

Ten minutes later the railway car was fully staffed, and ready to be
propelled down the tracks. On one end, the young, impassioned Wonder
Girl struggled wildly to break free. On the other, the patient, experienced
Wonder Woman tested her bonds noiselessly. Both were now attired
identically, though Wonder Woman's pole harbored a ten inch dildo.
Presumably, this reflected her more worldly experience. Both faced
outward at their respective ends. Wonder Girl would see where they were
going, while Wonder Woman would only see where they had been. They
were back to back, separated by a seven foot bar connecting their necks.
Both heroines were currently bent slightly at the knees, each trying to avoid
first contact with the central pole below them.

"Ladies...so sorry to part ways, but Tessa and I must be off" Hex
remarked. "Now that you've discovered our complicity in the sale of
government secrets, we have to take certain precautions. We'll relocate our
interests abroad, so that no incarceration is possible."

"And what do you plan to do with us?" asked Wonder Woman. The
amazon already knew the answer, but stalled for time while she evaluated
their predicament.

"You and Wonder Girl are going to be freed...permanently" Hex
stated.

Tessa continued. "This railroad leads directly to an abandoned
factory on the outskirts of San Angeles. That's eight miles from here. You
and Wonder Girl are going to work your way down the tracks until you hit
the loading dock at that factory. Then...BOOM!"

"NEVER!" shouted Wonder Girl, twisting wildly. "We'll NEVER
give you freaks the pleasure of seeing us work this thing!"

Wonder Woman hesitated before replying...she wasn't so sure. Hex
and Tessa had shown a remarkable ability so far of convincing the captives
to comply.

"Ah, my dear little one...you'll not only work the bar, but you'll do it
fairly rapidly." Tessa answered smoothly. "The bomb on board is tied
directly to the speed of the railway car. The slower the car moves, the
faster the time elapses. I'm sure you're familiar with the design; after all,
you've seen a similar one."

Wonder Girl blushed slightly. She still hadn't gotten the opportunity
to tell Wonder Woman about her role in the pinball machine incident.

Wonder Woman, meanwhile, was already calculating the result of
such a device. A worried look crossed her face when she realized the
outcome of non-participation.

"That's right Wonder Slut...fail to pump, and the bomb goes off
within the hour. Pump hard enough to achieve two miles an hour, and the
detonation is delayed for ninety minutes. I'd say that you need to achieve
about five miles an hour or so to be on the safe side."

"By ‘safe', you mean that we get to explode at the factory, instead of
the desert?" said Wonder Woman sarcastically.

"Bravo!" observed Tessa. "Quite correct!"

"If it's all the same to you, I think we'll stay put. At least there
won't be any innocent casualties" replied the amazon princess.

"Oooh, bad decision" Hex remarked. "That gives you about fifteen
minutes before the bomb goes off. Also, it means that you have no hope of
rescue."

"Rescue?" repeated Wonder Girl questioningly.

"Perhaps" declared Tessa. "We've placed the keys to your shackles
somewhere on the car. Once you reach the edge of town, you'll have one
mile of buildings and pedestrians to pass. Since the minimum allowed
speed once reached is two miles per hour, that gives a rescuer thirty minutes
to find the keys. You can still be saved."

Wonder Woman craned her head to look back at Wonder Girl. The
teen was relieved, almost ecstatic, to realize that hope was in their grasp.
She didn't realize that it came at a price.

"Very neat." replied Wonder Woman. "All we have to do is impale
ourselves for an hour, perhaps two...then pass naked in front of hundreds of
onlookers, while we continue to pump furiously. Hopefully, some
bystander will choose to jump on board the platform next to a live, ticking
bomb, and find the keys to release us before the end of the line....both
figuratively and literally."

"That's it!" remarked Tessa with glee.

"But...we'll be totally HUMILIATED!!" shouted Wonder Girl in
horror.

"Yes," Hex replied, "that's the general idea. Hundreds of your most
ardent fans get an up-close and personal view of the totally naked Wonder
Woman and Wonder Girl, as the superheroine duo repeatedly drive
themselves to the heights of sexual nirvana. Quite ingenious, don't you
think?"

"It's detestable!" refuted Wonder Woman loudly.

"You don't need to be so cross" said Hex. "After all, we're going to
leave you ungagged. You can call to the onlooking crowd for help."

Wonder Woman stared at her captor dubiously. There had to be a
compelling reason for doing so. And she was sure that Hex was going to
tell her what it was.

"It will be quite amusing, watching the oh-so-powerful Wonder
Women...naked...yelling for help. Assuming that the two of you even have
the strength left. From what we've seen of the golden belts so far, you'll
probably be orgasming so fast and furious that you can't catch your breath
to speak.

"And if you CAN speak, your first task will be to yell at your would-
be-rescuers to NOT stop the car. What will they think?

"They can only believe that the two of you ENJOY what's
happening on the ride, and that you don't want it to stop...."

"Bastard!!!!" spat Wonder Girl vehemently, staring directly at Hex.

But Wonder Woman hadn't given up yet. She locked eyes with
Tessa. "Sister...how can you do this? Men are self-centered,
conniving...but you can hold yourself to a higher standard. Free us."

Tessa stepped closer. She gazed deeply into Wonder Woman's
eyes.

"I think of you like my own sister..." Tessa whispered quietly,
locking her eyes on the other. She leaned in close to Wonder Woman, her
voice lowering even further. "I hated her!" Then she flicked the key that
accelerated the timer, and stepped quickly away. "Adieu, Wonder Sluts.
Work quickly now."

Hex smiled once more, then followed his mate back to the limo. A
moment later the engine roared to life and the car pulled slowly away. A
cloud of dust billowed up in its wake, lingering in the air long after the
vehicle had disappeared from sight.

"Wonder Woman, what are we going to do?" asked Wonder Girl.
"We can't let them get away with this."

The amazon craned her head as far as she was able to. The LED
display was flashing incredibly fast. More than twelve seconds elapsed on
the counter for each second of actual time. Wonder Woman quickly
calculated that the original three hours on the timer would indeed last about
fifteen minutes. The bomb would go off very soon if they did nothing.

"Wonder Girl," she began slowly. "We've got to take this step by
step. We have to escape. To do that, we need to come up with a plan."

"OK" agreed Wonder Girl immediately.

"And to come up with a plan, we need time..." Wonder Woman
stated. "Something that's quickly slipping away from us."

"Wonder Woman..." faltered Wonder Girl, "You don't mean what I
think you do...Do you?"

"I don't see any way around it. You haven't been able to bend or
break the bars, have you?"

"No" answered the teen. "They're definitely made with ‘HT'."

"Then we need time to come up some other escape plan. It's
unlikely we can do that, and execute it, in less than fifteen minutes.."
Wonder Woman stated. "We have to get this thing moving, if only to buy
us some time."

Wonder Girl's face was a mask of anger, frustration, and despair
when she finally replied.

"I guess so..."

Wonder Woman looked more than a little frustrated as well. "Since
we're positioned below the levers, we'll have to push upward to apply the
needed force. That means when you stand, I'll be forced downward, and
vice versa."

"You mean I'm going to be the one forcing you onto that thing?"
asked the totally chagrined Wonder Girl.

"Yes" answered Wonder Woman. "Why don't you start, and I'll
follow."

The teen wordlessly bit her lip, then slowly stood. As she did so, the
bar that connected her neck and wrists was forced upward by the powerful
legs. Consequently, Wonder Woman was constrained to kneel downward,
forcing her body to accept the ten inch dildo.

A slight "Ohhhh!" escaped from Wonder Woman's lips as the rod
slid inward. Protesting labia grudgingly parted, allowing total access to the
amazon's tautly stretched love canal. The pole pushed upward in slow
motion, as Wonder Girl continued her progress. Inch by inch the dildo
disappeared within, until the teen amazon finally locked her knees.

"Wonder Woman, are you OK?" Drusilla asked with concern.

"Y..Y.yes..." stammered Wonder Woman, who was still coming to
terms with the sensations being generated in her loins. "At least we're
moving..."

Wonder Girl looked down. It was true. The rail-car was now
inching forward at perhaps a half-mile per hour.

"Wonder Girl, I'm going to stand now. Ready?" Wonder Woman
asked.

"...Ready..." answered Drusilla hesitantly.

The amazon princess now bent her will to the inverse process, and
stood slowly to generate momentum from her bar. Wonder Woman craned
backward once more, slowing as Wonder Girl slid downward onto her own
pole.

The teen didn't make a sound...but she bit her lip as the dildo made
its presence known. Most of the eight inches disappeared by the time
Wonder Woman was fully standing. The rail-car accelerated to one mile per
hour.

"We've got to move a little faster now" commented Wonder
Woman. "We need to move closer to that five mile per hour mark if we
want to survive..."

Wonder Girl bit down harder on her lip, but did as asked. Her push
upward was faster this time, applying more momentum to the car.

Each successive round made the car move faster, as more force was
applied. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl found their task eased
somewhat, as their bodies applied increasing lubrication due to the
sensations created by the poles.

When the car reached two miles per hour, their situation changed
radically.

Wonder Woman heard a sharp * CLICK *. When she stretched to
view the LED, she noticed a change on the display. As Tessa had stated, a
minimum speed indicator was now lit, with the number "2" occupying the
counter. The amazon realized that they had reached the point of no return.
They were now committed to maintain this speed - or faster - to avoid the
detonation of the bomb. Wonder Woman was mulling this over when she
descended once more. Suddenly, she discovered that the timer wasn't the
only thing that changed.

Her private parts were now barraged by a new range of emotions, as
the previously static dildo applied itself vigorously to the job at hand. First,
it had begun to rotate slowly, but not in a circular motion. Wonder Woman
suspected that Tessa had reviewed such a boring alternative and rejected it.
No, the rotation was one-hundred eighty degrees counter-clockwise as she
descended, followed by one-hundred eighty degrees clockwise as she stood.
The pole rotated to her left on the way down, then to her right on the way
up.

This new fact was immediately felt by the musing amazon. Ever
bump, curve, and imperfection on the rubber dildo was now all too clear, as
the surface rotated across the velvet lining that hugged it.

But the sensations hadn't stopped their.

Wonder Woman felt a distinct * TING! * begin, which repeated
rapidly across the length of the insert. Oh NO!, she thought, recognizing
the feeling at once. The rings of sonic inducement traveled upward as she
knelt, then downward as she rose.

As the amazon reversed the trend, she watched Drusilla descend.

"OOOHH!" gasped Wonder Girl, the first sounds she had
unwillingly uttered since the car began moving. Wonder Woman suspected
that the teen hadn't felt the rings before, and was finding them more than a
little provoking.

The inducement provided by the sonic rings was more than enough
for the two women to wrestle with...but Hex and Tessa plans hadn't stopped
there.

On the next plunge, Wonder Woman felt the compression build
inside the suction cups, forcing her nipples backward. As she rose, the
compression reversed..then neutralized...then became suction. Her nipples
went from a forced retreat to an emphatic yearning toward the end of the
cups. The effect sent an added jolt of erotic thrill to her nervous system, as
the nubs responded to the pumping action.

Wonder Woman was about to turn and check on Wonder Girl, but
she never finished the movement.

KLAK!!

"OUCH!" blurted the amazon, having been taken completely by
surprise. The actuators snapped down on either side of her sensitive targets,
adding to the heavy traffic of sensation that already poured through her.

"Wonder Woman, what's...." KLAK! "YOWWWW!"

Wonder Girl hadn't escaped the nifty little trap either. Drusilla's
eyes riveted to the actuators inside the silicon cups...which were currently
silent.

Neither heroine spoke for a moment.

Wonder Girl finally asked, "Are they going to keep doing
thAA..OOUCH!!" A second KLAK! cut off, and answered, the question at
hand.

"Yes" Wonder Woman answered belatedly. "I think it's to make
sure that we don't get too relaxed..."

"RELAXED???!!!??" Wonder Girl almost screamed. "Who could
be relaxed like this?"

"We'd better keep moving" Wonder Woman reminded her.

The car accelerated as the two heroines continued pumping, and
three miles per hour was reached. The desert landscape started to pass by
more rapidly now.

KLAK!

"YOUCH!"

ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!

KLAK!

"HUHHH!"

TING tING tiNG tiNG ting!!!!!

"OOOHH!"

As amazon passions slowly rose, Wonder Woman discovered that
the rings were not consistent in their tinging. The speed of travel along the
surface of the dildo was almost random, so that the heroines couldn't rely on
a regular pattern to the sensations. One thrust, and the tinging started at the
base and worked its way upward. The next thrust found the tinging at the
top of the dildo, working rapidly down. There was no rhyme or reason to
the vibrations. Unfortunately, this simply made the inserts more exciting.
Sometimes they buzzed against petal-soft love lips, other times they drilled
deep within the core of the rapidly breathing heroines.

The klack-ing and ting-ing continued.

Five minutes later, and dozens of pumps up and down, brought the
railcar to five miles per hour. The warm glow spreading between her hips
was a warning flag to the deeply concerned Wonder Woman. As she
continued to analyze their situation, the amazon princess realized that time
was an ally to her enemies.

The added sensations from the dildos, coupled with the extensions
of their nipples, had already moistened Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl
completely. They were fully wet. If the process continued, and they
reached orgasm, they were finished. With the golden belts wrapped tightly
about them, they would remain at the very edge of an immense sexual cliff.
Every thrust downward would trigger a new leap from that precipice, a
pummeling of erotic sensations that would shake them to the core. Then
they would be forced to the edge again, with the next thrust repeating the
dive off the brink.

Once that happened, almost all of their energies would be directed to
shuddering muscles and shaking limbs. They would not be able to
effectively control their efforts, let alone stay focused on them. They had to
escape now.

Wonder Woman's mind raced as the pole continued to work on her.

They had just passed a rusted heap that had long since forgotten that
it was a car, when a possible answer finally came to her. The hulking debris
reminder her of the nature of metals.

"Wonder....Girl..." the princess stammered as she descended. "I
have...a...plan...".

"What is...it?" queried the teen, beginning to succumb to the
sensations as well.

KLAK!

"Ouch! .... Metal...they had to mix their compound....with
normal...metal..." Wonder Woman stated.

"So?"

"That...means...imperfections. No matter...how pure they tried...to
keep it." Wonder Woman breathed.

"What....do we....do?" asked Wonder Girl.

ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!

"We...need to..bend, then break...the metal."

"But I...tried that!..." argued the frustrated teen.

"Not...alone...together... Need to have you...push up...when I push
up....pull down...when I pull down..."

"Like...a coat hanger...? Bend it...enough times...and it snaps?..."

"Exactly..." stated Wonder Woman. "Got to...hurry...".

TING tING tiNG tiNG ting!!!!!

On the next ascent, Wonder Girl fought against the efforts of her
sister. As Wonder Woman pushed upward, so too did Wonder Girl.

The bar supporting them, attaching them to the gears that moved the
car, were now stressed by powerful amazon forces at both ends. Bar one
pushed upward with the efforts of Wonder Woman; so did bar two, with the
full strength of Wonder Girl.

Wonder Woman was almost ecstatic when she sensed more than felt
the give in the metal.

"A..Again!.." she commanded.

The heroines repeated the performance, and this time a noticeable
bend appeared in the bar. Wonder Woman's bar rose to a position an inch
higher than previously when she stood. But this had an unexpected side
effect as well.

During the next descent, Wonder Girl slipped an inch lower than
previously anticipated.

"OOOOOHHHH!" escaped from the captive teen as the unexpected
drop onto the dildo touched new levels within her.

"AGAIN!" shouted Wonder Woman, realizing that not much time
remained.

Another push upward, and another half inch of stressed metal
fatigue. The railway car was slowing marginally, as the two heroines
worked at odds with each other.

"OOOHH!" breathed Wonder Girl heavily, as another half inch
added to her plunge. "Wonder...Woman....I....I'm....close...." the teen
warned. "Can't....take...much more..."

TING!!! TING!!!! TING!!!!

"Try...to..hang on..." Wonder Woman coaxed. "Not...much further."

The next stress upward added another half inch to their efforts.

It also added complications....

Wonder Girl had reached her limit, and exceeded it. As Wonder
Woman locked her knees upright, the teen orgasmed.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! OOOOOHHH-AAAAHHHH!!!
AAHH!!! AAHHH!!!"

Wonder Woman could feel the shuddering muscles of Drusilla as the
metal conducted the vibrations across its length.

"AGAIN!!" the princess stated.

But the next thrust barely registered at all. As Wonder Woman
pushed to stand up, the weakened Wonder Girl could not fight the effort.
She shuddered downward, trying to force her muscles to obey even as she
descended.

ting tinG tiNG tING TING!!!!!

Wonder Woman felt the rapidly vibrating bar, and knew that
Wonder Girl had orgasmed as soon as the first ‘ting!' resounded. The belt
was holding true to its abilities, and was generating a titanic rush of sexual
overload to the young teen.

Wonder Girl wasn't going to be able to help herself, let alone help in
Wonder Woman's efforts. The amazon knew that she'd have to go on
alone, and try to break the junction without Drusilla's help.

And Wonder Woman didn't have much time left. The electric thrills
coursing through her own nerve endings told her that she wasn't far behind
Wonder Girl. In another minute, perhaps two, they'd both be orgasming.

The amazon princess steeled herself to the conflict she was
experiencing. She knew what had to be done. And she knew the cost to
Drusilla. When her knees were fully bent, she pushed upward with all of
her considerable might.

Wonder Girl rocketed downward onto the pole, as the central bar
clanged upward on Wonder Woman's end.

"OHHHH! Ohhhh! AAAAAAH!" sounded in the still desert air,
as more vibrations resounded through the metal to the amazon princess.

Wonder Woman thrust upward again.

And again.

Wonder Woman was biting her own lip now, to quell the emotions
she felt at causing the responses in her sister. The sensual storm was
growing, as each attempt by the amazon pushed Drusilla to greater heights
on the precipice. And a little further downward on the pole.

The storm hadn't avoided Wonder Woman, either. Her carefully
constructed mental barriers had erected a fortress to hold the sensations at
bay.....so far. But the mortar was crumbling, the walls collapsing one brick
at a time. Her sexuality was winning, and would break through like some
wild beast when it came.

"Just...a little...longer..." thought Wonder Woman, trembling visibly
now.

And again she thrust.

And again.

The air was literally ringing with excited cries from the teen as each
thrust brought forth a newer and bigger orgasm.

And again.

And again...

On the tenth deep knee bend, Wonder Woman knew the fight was
over. She could feel the energies gathering deep in her sex, growing
exponentially with each passing instant. The beast was coming. And it
would be impossible to stop. The last remnants of the mental fortress
shredded into nothingness, crumbled into dust. There was now a clear
avenue to the pleasure centers she had hidden for so long.

As her muscles began to quiver in expectation of the orgasm that
was due at any second, a desperate Wonder Woman acted. She threw
everything she had into one last effort. As Drusilla soared downward,
Wonder Woman jammed her wrists, neck, and legs upward with a single,
massive stroke.

Everything happened at once.

Wonder Girl screamed in a frenzy of passion from the biggest
orgasm yet....

The central bar ripped into two pieces, snapped by the titanic forces
applied.....

Wonder Woman cried out with her own planetary orgasm, made
more powerful by the repression she had encouraged...

The car began to slow...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"AAAA-AAHHH-AAAAHHHH - OHHHHH!!!-AHHHHH!!!!"
"OOOOHHHH!!! AAHHH!!! AAAIEEHHHHH!!!!"

The resounding echoes pealed outward from the railway car, as two
superheroines now added their voices to the show. Inside a mind that was
ringing with the deafening applause of sexual overload, the valiant Wonder
Woman struggled to regain control of her disobedient body. She knew that
the battle wasn't over yet.

With quivering legs, a shuddering, gasping amazon managed to pull
herself upright from the position to which she had fallen. Aftershocks were
still detonating within her, and every few seconds brought another juddering
gasp for breath as a mini-orgasm struck. With heroic determination, the
amazon princess worked to ignore the pleasure, and used the broken bar as a
lever.

She managed to wedge a protruding shard of the HT metal beneath
the ankle cuff and the body of the car. Now Wonder Woman applied a new
force. Using her half of the central beam as a pry-bar, she pushed sideways
with all the force she could muster. The angle of the beam, coupled with
the greater force due to its length, began to wrench the ankle cuff at once.

It took three more tries, and four more mini-orgasms, before Wonder
Woman succeeded in tearing the ankle cuff free of its mooring. Then she
quickly turned and repeated the process to the other side.

As she did so, the car slowed to four miles an hour. Wonder Girl,
desperate to help, was currently situated at the base of her dildo. Every time
the courageous teen attempted to rise, even an inch, the sensations from the
pole triggered another orgasm...and she fell downward once more. Drusilla
was quite persistent, though...and had managed five more orgasms while
Wonder Woman was busy at the other end of the car.

This was partly due to the sonic rings and the nipple actuators,
which remained in perfect working order. They hadn't stopped due to the
break.

"KLAK!"

"TING!!! TING!!!! TING!!!!"

Wonder Girl felt both keenly, though Wonder Woman was subject
to only the actuators after escaping from her pole.

"Hang on Wonder Girl!" the princess called. "I'm almost free!"

The panting teen had little choice in the matter.

Wonder Woman watched with deep concern as the car slowed to
three miles per hour. She needed to break away soon. The amazon was all
too aware of what would happen if the speed fell below two miles per hour.

She wedged her right wrist cuff between the gearbox housing and
the axle at the center of the railcar. Then Wonder Woman pushed across the
car with all her might. When the neck and wrist bar had bent an inch, she
reversed the direction. Six more tries, and the wrist bar snapped.
Repeating the process with the left cuff took seven more tries. But her
freedom was taking too long.

Wonder Woman realized that the car was rolling below three miles
an hour now, and could hit two at any second. The amazon couldn't afford
to touch the bomb, since it was wired to a cable that read the speed of the
car. Any attempt to pull it off and toss it away could result in an immediate
detonation. Though she could search for the keys, it would take time...time
that the rapidly decelerating car would not allow.

Wonder Woman violently ripped away the suction tubes from her
nipple cups, then quickly faced forward on the car. With a small leap, she
hopped off the trailing end.

The amazon then raced after the car, and placed her palms on the
edge of the platform. With a steady heave, Wonder Woman strained against
inertia, bringing the railcar slowly back to five miles per hour.

"Wonder Girl, are you alright?" Wonder Woman asked as she
hopped back aboard.

"Y..YY...Yyesss....." came the answer hesitantly, as Drusilla tried to
respond without moving.

Wonder Woman jammed a wrist bar beneath one of Drusilla's ankle
cuffs, and began the process of freeing the teen. Seconds later, the slight
motion associated with the snap of the metal cuff triggered another orgasm
in Wonder Girl, who was trying desperately to remain motionless. When
both ankle cuffs had broken off, Wonder Woman turned to Drusilla once
more.

"We've got to get off this car...quickly!" stated the amazon princess
emphatically. "On three, I need you to bolt upright, so that we can snap
your end of the central bar. Ready?"

"I...I'll try...but...each time...I move...I....orgasm...." replied Wonder
Girl worriedly.

"No choice..." replied Wonder Woman. "One...two...THREE!!!"

Teen legs forced themselves upward, while Wonder Woman's
amazon strength jammed the wrist bar upward from below.

SNAP!

The metal broke once more, shattering at the center of the car...this
time on Wonder Girl's end of the platform.

"AAAAHHHH!!! OOHH-OHH--OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!" escaped
from the teen, as a final, cataclysic orgasm knocked her backward onto the
platform.

Wonder Woman ignored the outburst, and grabbed the teen in a
shoulder carry, then leapt from the rail-car.

The vehicle, severely disabled now, squealed loudly as the gearbox
ground metal against metal. Small sparks flew outward from the central
mechanism as the car began shuddering to a stop.

"DOWN!" Wonder Woman barked loudly.

The amazons fell to the sand an instant before the bomb ignited, yet
they still felt the backlash of heat from the fire that billowed skyward.
Fragments of steel, wood, and wire showered down about them for some
time.

Finally, it was over.

Small fires burned in several places where pieces of the wooden
platform lay. Jagged shards of metal, twisted into indistinguishable lumps,
thrust out of the dunes. And two amazons rested flat on their backs,
momentarily reveling in the quiet. One of them was still orgasming every
few seconds, as the sustained sexual excitement wound down slowly.

As Wonder Woman finally got to her knees, she noticed a contorted
metal box before her...wrenched open in the explosion. Whether it was a
twist of fate, or karma, she could not say. Nestled quietly against a velvet
background, two sets of keys awaited.

****

With their manacles off, movement became far simpler. Wonder
Woman was on her feet within a minute. It took Wonder Girl slightly
longer however. Trembling visibly, her legs would barely support her.
After two minutes she finally regained her footing. The aftereffects of her
post-orgasmic experience were still wreaking havoc within her.

The brave teen was not daunted by these setbacks, however. She
was determined to capture these villains, and to see them pay for what they
had done.

"Ready to surprise our captors?" Wonder Woman asked.

"More than ready!" came the emphatic reply from Wonder Girl.

The two heroines aligned themselves, then each began turning in
place. Seconds later, a flash of light burst around them, then quieted.
Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl were now fully dressed again and ready
for action. The only notable exception was the lack of a golden lasso on
Wonder Woman's belt. Hex was still in possession of the item.

Though their costumes were recreate-able, their personal effects
were not. The bracelets and lasso were not replaceable, having been gifts
from the gods themselves.

"Let's go!" shouted Wonder Woman, as she and Wonder Girl began
running at top speed along the tracks. Amazon endurance and strength was
now their greatest allies, as the distance to San Angeles closed rapidly with
every added stride of powerful legs.

***

Hex was focused on the task at hand. The safe in his personal
office was nearly empty, as the collections of bearer bonds, gems, and
critical documents flowed to his briefcase smoothly. Satisfied now, he
closed the case and latched it shut. A quick telephone call to the motor pool
ensured that the limo would be waiting downstairs.

The last item on his checklist resided in a separate safe, one with a
thumb-print scanner. Hex knelt and retrieved that item now. As the
fireproof door swung open, the sun sparkled on the brilliant filaments that
comprised the golden lasso. Hex smiled, visualizing the scene that would
take place in another half hour or so. He was sorry to miss the exhibition.
On the other hand, he definitely didn't want to be around for the explosion.
It was the cost associated with such a fascinating show.

He folded the lasso several times, then jammed it into his coat
pocket. It would remain close to him until a buyer was found. An item of
such incredible power was worth a hundred million, perhaps more. What
would someone pay to know that only the truth could be spoken? Against
an enemy, it was a devastating tool.

Hex than closed the safe, and began moving to the door.

CRAAASHHHHH!!!!

The villain dropped to the ground as the deep mahogany splintered
down the center, sending hundreds of splinters flying across the room.
When he looked up, the sight that greeted him was from his worst fears.

Standing elbow to elbow, with fists balled on hips and legs spread,
stood a defiant Wonder Woman and an angry Wonder Girl. The sunlight
shone brilliantly from the gleaming costumes, which had somehow been
replaced.

Hex leapt to his feet, diving for the steel-lined penthouse door that
would buy him a few precious seconds.

Wonder Girl was faster though. In a flash, her teen physique
appeared before him, arms crossed on her chest. Without words, it spoke
the only message he needed to know: ‘No Way'.

Hex reversed direction immediately, only to plow headlong into
Wonder Woman. Before he could even reconcile what was happening, the
golden lasso had been removed from his pocket and had encircled him.

"Hex Vox" Wonder Woman stated in a threatening growl. "It's time
for you to pay for your crimes."

Vox said nothing.

"But before we deliver you to justice, there's something we need to
know.

"Where is Tessa Vox?" Wonder Woman asked.

Hex smiled with a vengeance as he spoke the truth.

"I don't know" he answered.

"What?!?" Wonder Girl almost shrieked. "How can you not know?"

"We prepared for this eventuality" Hex answered after a few
seconds. "Knowing the power of the lasso, we agreed to split forces and not
notify the other. That way, you can't use one person's knowledge against
the other."

Wonder Woman bit her lip as she contemplated this unexpected turn
of events.

"Where do you believe she might be?" the amazon princess asked.

Hex, caught by his own logic, could not refuse to answer. "We had
six different safe-houses set up, each with its own means to access our
company funds. Tessa could be in any of those."

Wonder Woman glanced briefly at Wonder Girl. Her resigned
expression spoke volumes. Vox's plan to leave San Angeles was supposed
to be completed within the next twenty minutes. Even with their amazon
powers, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl wouldn't be able to arrive at, let
alone search, six locations within that time. And someone had to guard
Hex, or at least deliver him to the police.

Wonder Woman looked once more at her younger sister, with eyes
that said it all.

Tessa Vox had escaped.

***

By the time Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl had escorted their
prisoner to the ground floor, both the news crews and the police had
gathered. With frenzied jockeying, the news teams tried to get the best shot
of a fallen Hex Vox, while the police tried to clear a path to the waiting
cruisers. Questions were posed to the amazons, and each tried to answer
with the best of her abilities regarding the treasonous activities of the
corporate mogul. Within the briefcase Wonder Woman had uncovered
rock-solid evidence that would convict him without appeal.

The cruisers finally pulled away, as Wonder Woman faced reporters
with a brief statement.

"Hex Vox forgot that with power comes responsibility, and that
some items come with too high a price tag. Let other villains be warned
that the laws of justice bind us all, and should never be broken."

Then Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl turned and sprinted away
from the scene. They had a rendezvous with a mag-lev train that required
their attention.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, one woman remained. No-one paid
much attention to the currently blonde-haired woman with the strange smile.
The thought that ran through that blonde-haired woman's mind was: Justice
isn't the only thing that binds you, Wonder Woman....

Then Tessa Vox turned away, to begin planning her lover's release.
And the couple's revenge.

THE END. (?)