Wondra in Neutralized 2

Wondra slowly opened her eyes. She had been in a deep sleep for a very long time and still felt groggy, but managed to sit up. The shapely beauty found herself on a plush bed in very dark, cavernous room, a dim light coming from the ceiling. Monica shook her head, trying to get her wits about her, rubbing her temples and tossing sleek mane of black hair. The last thing she remembered was the one the Tamer called Gunga slowly chloroforming her unconscious in the back of a van. Then he clamped some kind of gas mask over her face.


"Where have these creeps brought me?" Monica thought to herself. At least her shiny gold costume was still in place: bra, hot pants, boots, and power bracelet. The avenger of Santa Fe hopped to her feet and stepped with caution, on her high-heeled gold boots, across the stone floor. There were no guards. "Got to find a way out of here," she thought to herself looking for a door, "I feel too shaky to take on the Tamer, better just to fly home and get him another day." She wobbled around the room, her long muscular legs unsteady, searching for a way out.



"I'm afraid you can't go yet," said the Tamer, looking with interest at Monica. He had popped out of nowhere, followed by the turbaned Gunga, who quickly swung behind Wondra. "What do you want with me?" Monica said, a touch of fear in her voice. She placed her hand on her power bracelet -- it gave her confidence to know that her super strength was available. But Wondra was also alarmed; she felt her breasts tingling at the sight of this evil man. How could this be? Slowly the Tamer and Gunga began to circle the confused heroine.



"You should be much more docile by now," said the Tamer with a touch of concern in his voice. He walked closer to Wondra, unafraid of being attacked. "Time to end this!" cried Monica after a few minutes. She raised her fists and leapt toward the Tamer, who simply crossed his arms across his chest and smiled. He was laughing at her!



"What...is this...?" said Monica, her eyes opening wide in alarm. As she neared the Tamer her body became weak and clumsy. Her breasts tingled with pleasure and her head became woozy, filled with images of men stroking her thighs and breasts. Her fierce karate chop missed her foe's head by inches. Off-balance, she staggered off to the side. Bewildered, Wondra collapsed onto her knees, her head sinking between her huge breasts.



"I want to kill you...but I...want you to touch...pleasure me," she whispered in confusion, her hands beginning to caress her breasts as if her fingers had a life of their own. "What have you done to me?" Monica cried with alarm as she rubbed her nipples into semi-hardness, "Feel so aroused...so obedient."



The Tamer walked up to her. He signaled Gunga, who pulled out a thick cotton pad into which he quickly poured, out of a brown bottle, a hefty amount of chloroform. "The gas I administered to you removes your will to be aggressive," explained the Tamer, hunching down, cupping the woman's face in his hands, "but you should be completely enslaved to pleasure by now. Somehow you still resist total control. I must remedy that." Monica moaned softly; she could not get to her feet. She could only dream of having the Tamer stroke her breasts.



After hearing those words, Gunga quickly covered Wondra's mouth and nose with the pad, yanking her head up by her long black hair. "Uhhh...uhhh...muumph..," signed the dazed heroine, her hands darting toward the Tamer and Gunga but slowly dropping haplessly to her sides. Her head fell into the pad and her breathing slowed.



"I need to ask you some questions," said the Tamer, signaling Gunga to remove the pad. Wondra's head bobbed between her enormous breasts. "Tell me why you still fight man's touch, Wondra," ordered the Tamer. "Gold bracelet gives me super powers," answered Monica, "remove it and I am normal, will not resist man's touch."



Gunga laughed and removed the bracelet. He gave it to the Tamer who held it up in triumph. Gunga pulled down Wondra's halter top, her enormous breasts popping out and gently shaking. The Tamer took another pad and began to stroke her cleavage with the chloroform. His caresses were slow and rhythmic: he rubbed around and around her nipples, which became as hard as bullets. Every inch of Wondra's bust was covered with the sleep-inducing liquid. Monica moaned and purred with pleasure, her body weaving back and forth. Gunga applied the chloroform to her mouth one and a while, to keep her woozy.



"Finally, a superheroine tamed!" the Tamer shouted. "Yes..take me..no longer want to fight..strength gone...want man's touch...live for man's touch...and sleep," whispered Monica, whose eyes fluttered open and closed. She had been put into an erotic spell, helpless to resist.



Out of the shadows walked a tall black woman named Salima, a sleek beauty in a leather gown who took the bracelet out of the Tamer's hand and put it over her wrist. "Once the Master takes her the gold will be placed on your plane," she said, looking at Wondra sink into an aroused sleep, "I am convinced now that she will be completely docile. The Master demands complete cooperation. He will not be crossed in any way."



"Just in case, a few more minutes with the gas, now that her powers are gone, should complete the taming," said the Tamer, putting his hands around Wondra's golden boots. Gunga put his hands under her arms and together they picked up the gorgeous and compliant Wondra.



He and Gunga placed Monica on the bed, her head pillowed on her black hair, and securely placed the gas mask over her face. "Do not fight now woman, live to have men enjoy your body," the Tamer whispered into her ear. Wondra was defeated, completely. Her breathing slowed and she took deep breaths of the gas: her mind filled with sexual images, of men possessing her. The Tamer stroked between her thighs and then between her legs. Her gold hot pants had become moist around her crotch.



"You are a great beauty, Salima, why does the Master need another?" asked the curious Tamer, as he looked down at the sleeping Wondra. "The Master had me a long time ago," said Salima, "he only has real pleasure when he is despoiling virginal goodness. I stay to prepare his conquests."



The Tamer and Gunga slowly walked out of the room. "Remove the mask and prepare her to be taken by the Master," advised the Tamer, "If she resists in any way use the gas, she can no longer fight it."



"It is over for Wondra, Gunga," said the Tamer as they walked out of the mansion, "we will wait for the gold in the jet. And than we use the gas on our greatest foe, Tiger Woman."



Salima removed Wondra's costume and rubbed oils over her body, making sure her breasts and legs were covered with the charmed substance. She removed the gold boots and slowly covered her feet with the oil as well. The heroine's voluptuous body gleamed. "The Master will be pleased with you," said Salima as she removed the gas mask, looking down with relish at Wondra's supermodel body, its large bust, slim waist, and shapely thighs, "a beauty who will do nothing but obey his lust." Wondra opened her eyes, her head filled with the need for pleasure, ready to serve man's touch without resistance.



But the Tamer had made one mistake. The gas made Wondra helpless to fight the erotic wishes of men -- but Salima was a woman. When Monica opened her eyes, she saw her gold bracelet on her captor's hand and -- stirred by anger -- felt some of her will power return. "Not so fast," said Monica, grasping the woman's hand and quickly removing the bracelet from her wrist, "I am nobody's slave."



A burst of bright light followed, which tossed Salima onto the ground. When the Master's servant looked up, she saw a magnificently sexy and powerful Wondra, garbed in hot pants, halter top, and calf-length boots, standing in front of her. Her will to fight had returned. "I don't want to see any men for a while until I can be sure that the weakening effects of the gas are gone," Monica said, picking up the gas mask that had kept her helpless. She tossed it though the window after releasing what fumes were left. She then waved the enchanted bracelet in front of the stunned Salima, who went under its spell.



"You will tell no one of my escape...tell no one of my weakness...forget about the gas...and sleep," said the Golden Adventuress. The tall black woman nodded and fell back, unconscious. "I will have to get this Master and the Tamer another time. Their evil will be ended I swear," said Monica as she flew off. She still felt a bit woozy and wanted to go back to Santa Fe to make sure she had overcome the effects of the strange gas.



Sometime later, Tamer and Gunga were greeted by a servant of the Master, who burst through the door of the jet. He spoke quickly and with considerable fear in his voice, "You must go now or the Master will have you killed! The Golden One has escaped! Guards come to murder you!" The Tamer and Gunga calmly looked at each other, shrugged, and began preparations to depart. Wondra had escaped Salima -- they would not have the millions in gold.



"Where to now Tamer?" asked Gunga at the controls once they had taken off. "To New Dehli" said the Tamer with quiet determination, "we left Wondra in the hands of a woman, that was our mistake. The gas makes women subservient to men alone."



"We will not make the same mistake with the Tiger Woman," said Gunga expectantly. "No," responded the Tamer, holding a gas mask in his hand, " I have a special trap for her, the gas will keep her helpless, her only thought to serve the pleasure of men and women, for good." Gunga set the jet's destination for the New Delhi airport. The Tamer had come up with a scheme that no super heroine could escape: Wondra had been lucky. The Tiger Woman was doomed.

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