Acknowledgments

Hello All, let me first say If you have comments or I have inspired you, I LIVE for feedback my e-mail is lordgriffin@wowway.com

I next want to give a heartfelt thanks to Dr. D. For his help in editing, I would say 95% of the story is me, but now without the spelling and structural errors. He did add some details that really brought out a few scenes, Small things like a character clad in WW’s outfit, but the devil is in the details and that detail takes a pretty good scene and makes it WOW



Now WHY am I writing this? I’d like to say why…I have been a lurker for years, and I get very frustrated, mainly by the writers who have GREAT ideas but:

We HAVE to let the heroine GO, or the story would end

The antagonist HAS to be a sadist, so the reader hates him

The antagonist HAS to be stupid so the Heroine can get away

Or just authors afraid that if they actually make an antagonist with depth THEY (the Author) will be labeled as doing in Real life what they wrote about (I have it on firsthand information that George Lucas secretly wants to be a Sith lord and rule the Galaxy)

I hope you may get some enjoyment out of this, and as my story continues to serve as an example….you do not have to make disposable characters to have a good arousing story nor will you run out of things to write about.



Hunter of the Amazon

by Lordgriffin

Part 1



Diana Prince sat at her desk at the National Security Agency. It felt good, natural, to be back in intelligence work for the country. With the World War II generation dying off, Princess Diana had been able to stop being Wonder Woman full time, and return to her secret identity. The World of Man was not going well, in her opinion. Between the onset of the internet, private for-pay cable channels, and sensationalized news being constantly paraded on the 24-hour news channels, the Sexual Revolution had been minimized. The Federal Communications Commission was helpless when faced with First Amendment rights of the news agencies and private channels, as long as those channels did not violate pornographic laws. However, this did not prevent them from showing images of nudity, and putting forth a concept that women were now more promiscuous or enjoyed what they were doing. The public thought this was a triumph but Diana and her sisters on Themyscira worried about the slippery slope. Human trafficking was up to huge numbers; even the media specials on the news networks had caused the public only momentary disbelief before they went back to their lives. Of course, the vast majority of the humans being bought and sold were women.

Diana had discussed it with her mother, Queen Hippolyta.

“Mother, there are still GOOD people in the world, but there is a power out there misleading them.”

Hippolyta sipped her wine, placidly still, looking at her daughter with love and concern. The queen’s long, blonde hair flowed down to her slim waist. Her alabaster skin was flawless, almost lost against her white toga.

“What do you mean Diana?” She reclined on a heavily tufted white silk one-armed chaise lounge with ornate gold trim. In her hand was a solid silver chalice of fine white wine. Flanking her were two beautiful brown-eyed guards with golden armor clasped to their ample bosoms looking stern and alert.

“The public has been desensitized; they show bondage as something to be enjoyed without portraying that it is often painful. And they never describehow it feels for a captive to be sat in place for hours on end like an animal with nothing to challenge their minds, nothing to occupy their time. Goodness, even animals are treated better than that most of the time!”

Hippolyta sat up, distressed. “They have become that…perverted? I suppose I should not be surprised. Why, just the other day one of my guards, I won’t say who, told me about a sordid fantasy circulating about through this world wide information network about me. A crude story or image, I stopped her before she could say, about me being for--d on my knees before some demi-god, pleasuring him with my mouth before my subjects. To think of it…” Hippolyta took an unladylike gulp of her wine and fanned herself with her other hand, without finishing the thought.

“I don’t believe it is perversion, Mother. The average person just wants to be entertained. It is instant gratification, and I am sure that it is a conspiracy.”

The queen considered this and then took another more seemly sip of her wine, reclining back again on her couch. She sighed and looked at her long slender leg shod with a golden slipper with laces that hugged to her perfect calf, turning her ankle slightly to enjoy the way the sun reflected off its surfaces. “You have your golden lasso, why have you not exposed it?”

Wonder Woman, clad in her classic outfit shook her head. “It’s not that easy mother. I along with Hawkwoman and other heroines have had hundreds arrested. However, even using my lasso to ensure their truthfulness, these powerful men, some rich, some public officials, do not even seem to be aware they are doing it. They are taking advantage of the public desires, so they are not consciously aware that they are supporting a criminal enterprise.”

Hippolyta frowned. “You know that I have never been in favor of you being in the World of Man, particularly since you met that Steve Trevor. You have counseled me on aiding their world yet it seems all our aid has done exactly the opposite of what you intended. You should come home, Diana dear.”

Wonder Woman shook her head. “I don’t believe Wonder Woman can get to the bottom of this; however I’m certain if I take on my secret identity again, I can work undercover and make a difference. I will become Diana Prince again.”

Hippolyta’s eyebrows knitted together at this, as she surveyed her beloved child with concern for her welfare. “Will that not be obvious? You have not aged…”

Diana smiled at the motherly clucking. “No, there are thousands with the name ‘Prince’ in the United States alone and Diana is a common name. At best, they will think it an interesting coincidence. Besides I will inform the President. I would never infiltrate the country as a spy.”

And so Diana sat now in her IADC office thinking. President Dana Perino, America’s First woman president, alone knew her cover. She had agreed to allow Wonder Woman to alter her memories, but should anything happen, Wonder Woman had bestowed a code word within the president’s subconscious as a fail-safe measure. Should the Chief Executive hear that code word, she would immediately become aware of Wonder Woman’s status and be able to send assistance if necessary. At this stage, Diana Prince is now the lead agent in the Human trafficking office.

Siting on the top floor of the NSA building, Diana looked out across Washington DC. Stately buildings filled her view: the Library of Congress, The Washington Monument and many other white marbled architectural wonders. This capital city of man was beautiful as the sun shone its face upon it. The view reminded her of ancient Rome. There was a knock at the door.

Diana looked up to see Daniel, her office assistant. The young man flashed a smile, his soft brown hair waved over in the front. He certainly had a rugged look about him but there was innocence as well.

“The Director wants to see you Miss Prince.”

Diana rose from behind her desk. Unlike most agents, she still preferred a skirt and high heels, with a business suit top. Her silken jet-black hair was done up in a bun and she wore horned rimmed glasses. Diana’s suit coat was accessorized with a satin blouse with a violet French ruff.

Diana smiled. She was not trying to tease. It was natural for men to be attracted to women and Diana noticed his eyes on her figure, albeit somewhat obscured as it was. She had nick named him “Boone” after Daniel Boone whom the rugged looks of the young man did resemble. Walking by, Diana used a finger to gently close the young man’s mouth. He blushed and she smiled.

“Don’t be so self-conscious, Boone. I appreciate the compliment.”

Daniel smiled, “Okay, Miss Prince.”

Diana paused. “Call me Diana. I prefer informal. I’m not a cougar, Daniel, but why don’t we do a dinner? I am not looking for a relationship. If there is a way I can dress that would be less…teasing… we could discuss it.

Daniel chuckled, “You’re not teasing me Miss….I mean, Diana… and you have the wrong pelt to be a cougar: a lioness maybe.”

Diana looked back into the rich brown eyes with their faint purple highlights. “Yes I am, and I don’t mean to. So, dinner?”

Daniel nodded, “Sure.”

A strong male voice cut the air. “If you two are done with the warm and fuzzy, Jessica Gannet is waiting for us in my office.”

Diana looked up to the NSA Director, Jake Fox. The tall, upper middle-aged man was dressed in a navy blue business suit with pinstripes, his salt and pepper hair cropped short. He had an impressive athletic build from the workouts he did. An ex-Marine, he still held a reserve commission as a Major General.

“Sorry, Mr. Fox.” Diana quickly scribbled her phone number down for Daniel. She would take him to dinner and build a friendship when she could.

Walking into the director’s office, she was greeted by Jessica Gannet, the owner of the largest news media conglomerate on the planet.

“Miss Gannet,” Diana smiled.

The middle-class woman wore a professional skirt with medium heels, and a simple soft blue top, her most striking feature being the full mane of red hair the flowed freely about her shoulders. Her green eyes betrayed her Irish ancestry. She waited with crossed arms.

Mr. Fox moved behind his desk and brought out a dossier labeled Actaeon Davies. He slid the file across the desk to Diana.

“This is Mr. Actaeon Davies, one of the richest men in the world. A British citizen, he normally lives in lavish seclusion in a castle in Scotland. He fancies himself a trophy hunter, and a playboy.

Diana opened the folder, examining the picture of a man in his early 20’s dressed in an expensive silk 3-piece suit, sporting a fedora and showing off a smile of supreme self-confidence. He had soft blonde hair, close cut, and groomed. Despite the suit, he had an athletic well-muscled look about him, without appearing to be bulky.

Fox went on, “The problem is the types of trophies he hunts. He is a weapons expert, but he has been implicated in the disappearance of at least 40 women, including Raven of the teen titans, Tigra, a supermodel by the name of Miranda Kerr, and one Senator.

Diana looked up. “Murder?”

Fox shook his head “Not that we’ve determined yet, but slavery, environmental terrorism, extortion and blackmail seem good bets.”

Diana scowled, “Why hasn’t Interpol picked him up already?”

Fox sighed, “Can’t definitively prove any of it yet. He lives with a number of women, openly objectifies them and has had several children by them. The thing is every one of them refuses to testify. Given the chance to leave, they stay. While he is not very public about it, we think he’s offering them a generous retirement to make them his doormats. Unfortunately, that’s not illegal.”

Diana looked over at media mogul standing there, avidly taking in the discussion. “And where does Miss Gannet come in?”

The young woman smiled “As you know my late father founded Gannet Corporation on being culturally, politically and socially responsible in all matters. That and we have been running your stories about human trafficking. We have arranged to have you pose as an investigative reporter. Mr. Davies has publically agreed to an interview, at his castle, that he calls IusPrimaeNoctis.”

Diana blinked at the name, “The right of the Lord?”

Miss Gannet nodded, “Exactly, as in the ancient right of the lord to deflower the bride of a wedding”

Mr. Fox leaned over, “We want you to do the interview, see if you can get a line on this. He is smug, self-assured, and highly intelligent.”

Diana looked up “When do I leave?”

Miss Gannet smiled, “My corporate jet is fueled and waiting at Regan National. Flight plans have been filed for an 11 o’clock departure tonight. You can sleep on the plane on the way there. I’m sure you’ll find it quite comfortable.”





Hunter of the Amazon

Part 2



Diana went home to pack. She did not need much, but she had to keep up appearances. Waiting for the phone to ring, she set up a meeting with Daniel. Smiling at her own forwardness; she had swung by a department store and picked up a few things for Daniel. At around 6 o’clock the phone rang.

“Hello. Daniel?” She chuckled, “Yes… yes... I love Greek food…The Parthenon? At 7:30? Yes, that is fine. See you there.”

When she arrived at the restaurant Diana smiled at the women done up in simple sheets as if formal togas. The men dressed in fake cuirasses and the restaurant had scenes of Greek mythology on the walls. She stopped to admire a nicely-rendered Pegasus. She had known that stallion, had brushed his wide white flanks. What a fine animal he was! The ‘prince of all horses’ she had cooed in his twitching ear once. He had chuffed and shook his head up and down and she had laughed.

“Diana?” a male voice said.

Diana turned and smiled seeing Daniel standing there in a causal suit coat with slacks

“Diana, I really thought you were putting me on.”

Diana let him escort her to her seat. “I told you Daniel you’re a nice fellow, and I like you as a friend.”

Daniel sat down and they ordered, “Yeah, but I am so plain. You could have any man you wanted. Walter works out, Harold is a runner, Jim boxes twice a…”

The woman shook her head, “I can like you too Daniel”

They ate a casual dinner, chit-chatting about work and their lives. Near the end of the meal Diana smiled.

Daniel cocked his head a bit. “You didn’t come just for dinner, did you?”

Diana’s warm smile deepened. “Daniel, have you ever wanted to do field work?”

Daniel nodded, “Of course. I have all the clearances but I do not have the experience for it. Besides they want me for my computer skill.”

“Not any more. I have permission to take you with me on this mission. I need you for my cover.”

Daniel cocked his head, “Really? What’s the mission?”

Diana sipped the last of her ouzo and put down the glass. “I am a reporter, I need a photographer. Do you mind if I explain on the way?”

Daniel frowned, “I’ll need some clothes.”

Diana shook her head. “I already packed you a bag, including your pistol.”

Looking surprised, Daniel followed her. “You know I’m a gun enthusiast? And you know all my sizes?”

Diana’s twinkling blue eyes playfully mocked her associate. “Daniel, I AM in intelligence.”

The exited the restaurant and got into a private limo. Once at Reagan National, they boarded the private Gannet jet waiting in a secured area while the luggage from the limo’s trunk was brought on board. Everything was ready for departure by 10:15 pm, 45 minutes ahead of schedule. Nevertheless, immediate clearance was granted, it taxied and leapt into the sky with an impressive display of power: both mechanical and institutional.

Six and a half hours later, they landed at Stornoway Airport in Scotland. They enjoyed a scenic sunrise on the long ferry ride to Ullapool, then a 90 minute drive in a luxury limousine to the outskirts of Inverness. After that, the horse drawn carriage ride to a magnificent castle took another twenty minutes.

Deep in the highlands, the castle overlooked Loch Brittle, the countryside in full bloom of summer. Morning dew still crowned the spectacular floral display.

Daniel bedecked in a denim shirt with a brown vest covered in lenses and camera took pictures of the stony keep. “No guards,” he murmured as they followed the chauffer.

The grounds were immaculate with wrought iron sconces and the massive drawbridge lowered. Horses whinnied in their stables within the keep. Diana, dressed in a skirt and a business suit top, followed Daniel, surveying the grounds with an instinctive eye for exits, shortcomings and any possible obstacles during an emergency escape. They were ushered into the outer throne room. Diana and Daniel had their pre-prepared Gannet press passes checked and validated.

Actaeon Davies arrived with a jovial smile. The young billionaire looked surprisingly young for a man of his remarkable achievements. Diana gauged him to be between 19 and 26. He had a shock of blonde hair, and wore a full kilt. Standing just over six feet tall, he was handsomely attired in a double breasted burgundy silk jacket, complete with white ascot and French ruffled cuffs. Below the jacket, he sported a blue and yellow tartan kilt, of Clan MacLeod, a fly plaid, and a white seal skin sporran. Off-white hose and Ghillie Brogue shoes complete with a Sgian-dubh finished the immaculate look. The man smiled at his guests, his feet clicking as they walked across the marbled floor. Under his arm, a handmade riding crop rested easily.

Actaeon smiled “Miss Prince,” he nodded to her, “and you must be Daniel.” The billionaire’s handshake with both of them was quick, firm, and confident. “I understand you wish to know about my girls.” The man had a muscular build to him. Diana could feel a soft manicured hand but the muscle felt like a brick wall. He had the build of a swimmer more than a weight lifter.

Diana was taken aback by the physical presence of the young man as well as the misunderstanding he seemed to have about the reason they were there in the first place. “Uh, Mr. Davies…”

Actaeon smiled “Please call me Actaeon. It’s Greek you know.”

Diana nodded, “Yes, the hunter who viewed the Goddess Arteritis bathing. He was punished by being transformed into a stag and made to pull Artimis’ chariot. But Mr. Davies, we came here to do a story on YOU.”

The cultured English voice replied with a fair amount of mirth. “I believe the CORRECT story was that the hunter fell. The intrusion was purely accidental and the Goddess transformed him out of spite. Sadly, spite or not, he was still turned into a beast of burden for her convenience, which is why I am always mindful of the wrath of women and try to always keep an upper hand with them. As for your story being about me…well, your paper has done so many articles on my harem, it would be refreshing to read an article that was focused on something else.”

Smiling, Actaeon extended his arm grandly, “In any case, I will escort you to see whatever you would like. Daniel, feel free to take as many pictures as you need of anything you see here. What’s more, it’s perfectly fine to speak to whomever you like, but I warn you, your senior editors may censor what you capture here. The images and quotes may be very shocking to many of your readers.”

Daniel followed along as the group made its way through the ornate outer throne room, his high-end digital SLR clicking away constantly as he photographed the lavish surroundings. A modern-day Nero, Actaeon had covered the place in ornate artwork, tapestries and paintings. Gemstones were inlaid in the floors and walls. Actaeon made Bruce Wayne look like a pauper.

Entering into the main throne room, Diana and Daniel were stunned by the scope of the space and its even greater ostentatious display of wealth. Millions had been spent on what the eye widened at here. It was breathtaking and surreal at the same time.

The shock of it continued with both NSA agents being brought up short when a gorgeous young woman stepped from the wings. Her hips rolled as she walked with her eyes down. What was shocking was that she wore a complete harem girl’s outfit that covered absolutely nothing. The garment was composed of pink and blue silk sleeves and leggings that were so sheer you could plainly see the girl’s bare arms and legs. The garments were snug at ankle and wrist. A belt of gold coins and a broad, Egyptian-style gold necklace were all that held the sheer silk garments from falling off the girl. The woman’s sex was bare and uncovered, devoid of any pubic hair. The soft pouting nether lips nestled between her shapely thighs. Nothing covered her firm ass, the muscles clenching and relaxing as she walked. A soft diamond studded harness formed a triangle around her breasts, causing them to stand pert. Her only other adornment was a diamond dog collar round her neck. Make-up highlighted her green eyes and her soft, moist red lips smiled as she moved to stand by the young billionaire

“How may I serve you master?”

Diana inwardly seethed at seeing a sister treated this way. She was nothing but an adornment on display simply for her sexual assets, as if what where between her legs were more important than her as a person.

“Miranda, these two reporters are here to see our harem. We will be showing them around. His hand dropped to caress Miranda’s bare stomach openly. Diana did not cover her surprise, seeing the woman’s belly was entering her second trimester of pregnancy. “Miranda Kerr? The supermodel,” she blurted, hearing Daniel’s camera clicking behind her.

The woman smiled “Former supermodel”

Actaeon broke in “Shall we continue, Miss Prince? I’m sure you’d like to see more, not just one minor servant.”

“Minor servant? You’re holding a world-renowned model as a slave girl? You impregnated her and you call her a minor servant?”

Actaeon stopped walking forward and turned, tapping his riding crop against Miranda’s bareass. “Come now, Miss Prince, if you’re not here to be an objective reporter, I may have to end the interview. There are no SLAVES here. I own servants and animals. Everyone here is free to come and go as they please. And how is it you automatically assume that I am the father?”

Diana clamped her mouth shut and said nothing. She needed to see more and didn’t want to spoil that chance by making a scene, especially after all the efforts of those involved to put her in this place.

“Now come, let us continue,” beamed Actaeon, pleased with Diana’s frustration. “Oh, can I get you anything?”

Daniel spoke up, “Sweet tea if you have it,” while Diana said, “Is there any Cognac?”

Actaeon smiled, “Miss Prince, you are at the very teat of the finest Scotch whiskey producing region in the world and you would order Cognac? French piss. I wouldn’t tarnish a spittoon with it! No, my dear, I will be happy to educate your palate in this matter and I will brook no discord from you. Miranda, bring one sweet tea with mint from the grounds and two snifters of the Glenmorangie 1977.” Turning to face Diana, he exudes his full charm and enthusiasm upon her. “I should think you’ll find this local distillery’s efforts most breathtaking, my dear. It’s just a short ride north of here. I’ve been at their tastings several times and the ’77 is still my favorite.”

They continued to walk, Diana with her note book, her eyes taking in the lavish details “Mr. Davies, how DID you earn your fortune?”

Actaeon smiled, “All business; right then. I made my fortune in livestock.”

Diana frowned. “Livestock?”

Actaeon nodded, “Hmmm yes… Buying, selling breeding.”

“What kind of livestock?”

The English Lord smiled “Time honored Scottish tradition, Miss Prince. Cows, sheep, the occasional mare, all bred to be champions or by champions. By the way, Miss Prince sounds so formal, may I call you Diana?”

“I prefer Miss Prince for now. I understand you are now into mining as well?”

“Yes, in Zambouli, Africa. Titanium mostly.”

“Zambouli? Those are protected lands.”

The lord smiled as he swaggered into the next room, a library with two stories of books and polished sliding wood ladders on rails for access. “Not since King Otwani and Queen Zanda annexed it, and gave me mining rights.”

“They annexed Zambouli? I had not heard that.” Zambouli was where Wonder Woman’s good friend Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, resided.

Actaeon barely acknowledged her as the group looked about the ornate library. “Bloodless coup” he smiled again that charming smile. Daniel took in the room’s most arresting feature with wide-eyed wonder. Diana shook her head in sad acknowledgement of Man’s vanity. Actaeon beamed with obvious pride. The library featured a huge variety of stuffed animals mounted on the walls every eight feet or so between the stacks of leather-bound books.

“This is one of my trophy rooms, both intellectual and physical,” the billionaire watched the eyes of his guests, assessing their expressions. “Signed first editions and all prime examples of their species.”

Diana’s eyes widened, male egos never ceased to amaze her. Trophies she could appreciate, but why not a battle trophy? Why an animal? Then her blood ran cold: In the center of the room stood a full stuffed lion.

“Those are illegal,” Diana pointed grimly. The lion looked strangely familiar.

Actaeon nodded, “Normally yes, but in exchange for conservation efforts, you see, the Zambouli had allowed the lion population to over breed. I was given a permit.”

Diana moved closer, praying her suspicions would not be confirmed. However, as she looked closer, the lion was missing a fang, and its forepaws had six claws. This lion was Christian, Sheena’s companion. It HAD to be. Something had to be seriously wrong with her friend, Sheena.

Just then, Miranda returned with the drinks, walking in short steps her feet barefoot on the marble, leaving moist footprints. Daniel finished taking pictures of the library and reached for his drink from the offered tray. He took a long pull on his iced tea then looked at the glass approvingly.

“That’s delicious,” he declared.

“Homegrown mint,” Actaeon replied. Tucking the riding crop into a loop on his belt, the young man took both snifters off the tray and handed one to Diana. “Here you go, my dear. Elixir of the Gods.”Raising his glass he aerated the scotch with a swirl and put the rim beneath his nose, inhaling lightly with a smile. “Mmmmhhh.The scent of heaven.You’re lucky Ms. Prince, it is a scent no woman can truly understand.

Furious at his outrageously flippant remark and seething with the thought of Actaeon having killed Sheena’s companion, Diana tilted the snifter back without a hint of ceremony and knocked back the small portion of single malt scotch with a quick toss down her throat. It burned and sizzled down her throat like liquid fire. Great tasting fire. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing a hint of the scorching sensation in her throat. She waits half a beat to recover enough and then smacks her lips noisily.

“Not bad, but I still prefer Cognac. It’s got more soul. Shall we continue the tour?”

Actaeon looks at her with a quick cold glare then his face lightened up with a beaming charm, appreciating the challenge that had just thrown down by matching his sarcasm with her own.

So they walked on, moving into the workout room. The room had free weights, a boxing ring, heavy bags, electronic trainers. The entire area also had numerous posters and pictures of Wonder Woman.

“Hero worship?” Diana said this with a smirk.

Actaeon replied in kind, “Of a sort, I hope to meet her one day, perhaps best her in hand-to-hand. I like a good work out you know.”

“You think you can take on a super-powered being?”

Actaeon gave a nonplussed look. “Why not? If Batman can hold his own against Superman, or against Gorilla Grod, why couldn’t I do anything less? With the right technique I am sure Wonder Woman can be bested. Besides I do not step back from challenges. I step into them, always.”

“So then, you think to add another trophy to your overstuffed library?”

Actaeon strolled with them as they moved out of the workout room into a long hallway. “I have made no secret I would like to have her. What man would not?” Actaeon opened a door halfway down the hallway revealing a steep set of spiral stairs. With the billionaire leading the way, they descended.

Daniel asked, “Where are we going?”

Actaeon looked back, “To my dungeon, young man. My tastes have taken me to redecorate it. An apt place for my harem, I thought. The women here serve me and my lusts and I care for them.”

As they emerged from the stairway, cleverly polished silver ducts reflected sunlight through the shafts into the area. In the evenings there were both sconces and modern lighting, illuminating the area. Within the harem was a scene of debauchery right out of the Roman Empire.

The large area had at least 10 cages. Some cages had women in them, some were empty. Some cages sat on round ball feet on the stone floor while others were suspended from the high ceiling. One cage had a naked woman standing upright inside it. That suspended cage had bars curved and formed to closely fit the outline of her body. The dark haired woman stood naked and gagged but she showed no signs of distress and made no signal whatsoever for relief.

Everywhere, large clusters of silk pillows formed comfortable resting areas, with women reclining on them. Some of the ladies were actively engaged in lesbianism, while others were pleasuring themselves. One beautiful woman stood chained to a massive marble pillar, looking like the woman in the temple scene from the Conan the Barbarian movie, but all seemed happy.

A young girl that could hardly have been more than 18 walked up completely naked. “Welcome back, Master,” she purred. The girl had short brown unkempt hair but her entire body had been painted in the colors of a red fox. Her skin was a russet red and her hands and feet were a deep black to her elbows and knees, her underbelly white, the artist had used the paint to give her flat face the perfect impression of a muzzle and a wet black nose, in the minutest detail.

“You’re into bestiality?” Diana tried to needle the billionaire.

Actaeon took the girl’s hand and kissed it, “Oh I don’t know. I have always appreciated a saucy vixen.

Diana rankled more, “Don’t you find that a bit sick?”

Before Actaeon could answer the woman snarled, “Don’t you DARE think you’re better than HE is.”

Diana regarded her “Actaeon, why don’t I interview her first.”

Actaeon pointed to a small side room. “Go ahead. Her name is Marion.”



Daniel continued to snap pictures unimpeded of the harem space with its sheer gossamer silk-hung walls, its wide variety of bondage devices and the carnal activities of the many beautiful women around him. He had to adjust himself more than once between switching lenses. Diana walked off with Marion into the small side room and set up a white noise generator. “I think this will prevent any listening device from picking up what you say to me. I am Diana,” she said, offering her hand as the two sat down in two comfortable stuffed chairs set at right angles to each other.

When Marion took her hand Diana got a shock: The color on the young girl’s body was not makeup or even paint. She was tattooed! It was a full-body tattoo -- the beautifully-realized appearance of a fox. If the woman ever had it removed there would be extensive scarring. Marion’s genitals were devoid of pubic hair and the smooth nether lips had been tattooed a bright white, causing her pink inner lips to hint at what lay within. She even had a ridiculous set of Faux fox ears sticking up thru her hair.

Marion looked away in disgust. “I do not care if he hears. I can say what I want.” Her young breasts swayed, only the pink nipples lacked color as the tattoo ran red on the outside of the breast and gave way to the white underbelly just before the start of the areola.

Diana blinked and as the girl bounced her leg on her knee. She could see that even the undersides of the vixen’s feet had been tattooed.

“Why?” Diana began, “Why would you let someone do this to you? I mean even if you have a young infatuation with his money, your body…you will be scarred for life.”

Marion popped up immediately, her black hands clenched. She turned away angrily, showing her firm bare ass, all russet red except the inmost stripe of white that went around her anus and down between her legs to her white belly. “You’re just trying to get Mr. Davies in trouble.”

Diana shook her head, “No I am not. I mean…listen to you. He’s having sex with you, he might place a CHILD within you, and you still call him Mr. Davies?”

Marion turned back, face twisted with anger. “You know NOTHING!”

Diana reached out a hand, “Easy…then TELL me.”

Marion rejected the hand and her total lack of modesty bothered Diana a lot. Her eyes kept straying to the soft bare white lips of the girl’s sex. “I was a drug addict.”

“Is that how he controlled you?” Diana asked. Her face was upturned to search the eyes of the girl standing before her for the truth.

Diana’s head whipped to the left as the girl landed a sharp slap on Diana’s cheek. “How DARE you! He SAVED me!”

Diana quelled her anger. “Saved you HOW, and do not try THAT again.” Her jaw set as she struggled to control her own anger.

There were now tears running down Marion’s red and white cheeks, her back nose sniffling as she sat back down in the soft chair and slumped low in it. “I told you I was a drug addict. I lived on the street. One of my johns raped me. People used me for a few dollars. I couldn’t get clean. Then Actaeon found me. He made me a deal: He’d clean me up, make me pretty again…”

Diana added in to her litany of woe, “In exchange you had to be his slave?”

Marion bolted to an upright, straight-backed defiant posture, her body leaning forward in tense defiance. “I told you NO, he...said I could leave.”

Diana asked coolly, “So why did you stay?”

Marion sniffled. “If I serve him for 10 years, I get a full retirement: One million Euros, invested so I can live off the interest.”

Diana looked shocked. “But what of …you might have children!”

Marion shrugged, “That’s the deal...if I want I can raise them...keep them, or they will be adopted.”

Diana frowned. “Adopted…by whom?”

Marion shrugged, “I don’t know or care. Why should….I just know they won’t be hurt. They will be raised and educated. Meantime, I can have all the pleasure I want…”

Diana frowned, “That’s damned irresponsible.”

Marion replied sarcastically. “As irresponsible as having crack addicts out there? As irresponsible as having orphanages where kids are shuffled around like chess pieces? As irresponsible as thinking a whore has less value then a virgin?”

Diana was not sure how to answer that, but she smelled a rat. There had to be something in it for Actaeon. “But what of your...body art,” she pointed out.

Marion smiled, “What of it? I like it! It covers up all the track marks and scars. I look exotic now.” Saying that, she stood and pirouetted, showing off her body with pride. “When I retire, I have everything I want; even men who will pay me to make love to me.”

Diana was amazed at how insidious Actaeon’s plan was. He was using his wealth to brainwash them, to exchange their dignity for financial security. That was IF he lived up to his word.

Many of the interviews went the same way. Each woman who came into the small room and sat beside Diana in the soft armchair had her reasons and had the same promise. Actaeon had doctors and could hire people to care for his stable 24/7.

After interviewing several women, even seeing some of Actaeon’s children, all treated decently, none aware that their mothers served on their back, Diana finally sought out the billionaire with a question for him. “Mr. Davies, will YOU submit to an interview?”

Actaeon smiled and shook his head “No, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you there, Miss Prince. I tend to like my anonymity. Now if you have seen all you came to see, I am a busy man. As you may have noticed, I have many women to please.”



Hunter of the Amazon

Chapter 3



Diana and Daniel were allowed to look around more and everywhere they went in the sprawling castle, there were beautiful women. Not one of them wore a stitch that covered her ass, her breasts or her pubic mound, although their other adornments were widely varied. It ranged from complete nudity to some adorned in gold to some painted like Egyptian princesses. A few even had clothes painted on their body in latex so when you looked at them your first impression was that they were clothed. Upon closer inspection, they were bare.

Sixteen hours later, back at NSA headquarters Daniel and Diana went over the pictures the young associate had taken.

“Daniel, I am impressed! All those naked women and most of your pictures were of his lay out. We can map out the entire castle.” Diana leaned over and closely examined a picture that had a beautiful woman bound in a leather harness to the left who was standing next to the stuffed lion. The regal beast, beautifully stuffed and mounted was clearly in focus.

Daniel smiled “Well, I admit there was a lot of eye candy there, but I suppose my mind’s eye will be a good as anything I’d take…though I DO have a few of my favorites. After all, we WERE supposed to be there as the press and this is a captivating story.” He smiled, glancing at several of the chained women against a wall.

Diana shook her head, “Is that truly how you want women, Daniel, as some kind of object? Not a companion to complement you?”

Daniel shrugged while using his computer to enhance an area on a photo “Well, yeah...it is kind of inviting to a guy.”

“Why?” she frowned, surprised yet impressed by the honesty of his answer.

“Diana, in the animal world it’s only natural for the female to be as selective as possible, to reject males, and to get the most suitable genetic mate for her eggs. A key test is whether the male can overpower her, or perhaps even overpower a rival male she may prefer. With males, the driving biological imperative is to breed with as MANY females as possible, to spread his genetic seed as far as possible so HIS DNA survives.”

“But Daniel we are NOT animals.”

“I know, but in a WAY we are,” he said frowning and centering the screen on one of the stuffed lion’s hind paws. “Humans DO have instincts like all animals and while we can override those instincts with reason, we still HAVE them. It doesn’t seem quite fair: women’s desires are legal, but men who pursue, are labeled as sexual harassers or rapists. Now that’s reasonable, I know, in many cases, but well…that inequity just bothers me sometimes.” Daniel looked up “Hey, why did you look so shocked at that lion back at the castle? He had the permit.”

“Do you know Sheena?” Diana asked, frowning at the photo.

“Yeah, Queen of the Jungle in Africa…big conservationist.”

“Diana nodded “that’s her lion, her companion since birth.”

Daniel nodded his head, “Well that explains this. Here… look.” He enhanced the image. “Look under his paw. It’s a silver charm of a zebra. Doesn’t Sheena use one of them to transform herself into that animal?”

Diana nodded, “You’re incredible, Daniel. Yes she does.”

Daniel smiled “There is a chamber under that pedestal, I’d bet on it. However, without a search warrant…”

Diana waited for the weekend. Her repeated attempts to contact Sheena were met only with polite refusals from some low-level Zambouli functionary that claimed she was “busy on her back.” In the dark night in a quiet field not far from her apartment, Diana Prince began to spin round and round. Then, with a bright flash of light, her uniform appeared. Securing her golden lasso to her hip, she summoned her invisible jet, and flew back to the castle. When she arrived under the cover of night in her invisible craft, she safely landed and secured the plane. As before, the castle she approached was mostly unguarded. It was child’s play for her to either avoid the guards or to quickly use her lasso to convince those that did confront her to patrol elsewhere.

Once at the stuffed lion, she ran a hand despondently down the cool soft flank. She remembered when he was alive how he had helped protect and raise Sheena in the African jungles that used to be the ancestral home of the Amazons. She remembered those days of Perseus and the Greeks when the Amazons ruled almost all of Africa, before they had to move to Paradise Island to avoid the World of Men. Walking to the hind paw, she found the charm. A gentle tug, like the pull-chain of a light switch, caused the top to move noiselessly. A stairway appeared and she studied the charm before descending. It was clear the charm was attached to the necklace, with other charms hanging from it. There was a lioness, a zebra, and a bird of some kind. This was indeed Sheena’s magical necklace. She was right! Actaeon had done something to the Jungle Queen.

Keeping the necklace, she slowly made her way down the staircase. The area was sparsely lit but the first thing she noticed was the glint of a softly-lit glass display case. In the clear case, hanging from pins on a dark cork backboard was Sheena’s tan animal skin garment. Beneath it a plaque read “Sheena: Bagged in Zamboli, Africa.” Next to that distressing sight was something almost as bad. It was Tigra’s costume pinned to the board with its corresponding plaque reading, “Tigra: Bagged in New York City, USA.” Wonder Woman shook her head at the next space, where a temporary white index card pinned there with a thumbtack simply read, “Reserved for Wonder Woman’s uniform.”

Wonder Woman’s head turned at the sound of footsteps. Someone was coming. It was more than likely the area had some kind of alarm. Holding Sheena’s necklace tightly, she quickly ascended back up to the roof and set a course for Zamboli, Africa.



Hunter of the Amazon

Chapter 4



The invisible jet droned on as her flight path took her over Europe to the Amazon ancestral home. Stealth technology along with invisibility ensured no country’s defenses were alerted to her silent passage overhead. It was getting toward early evening local time when the jet arrived over Africa. Wonder Woman watched with a pain in her heart as miles and miles of what had once been jungle was now scorched dry grasslands. The people had cut down the rain forests for the short-term gain without appreciating the environmental damage it would incur. She relaxed some as Zamboli came into sight with its lush greenness of thick old-growth rain forest. But there was smoke on the horizon that concerned her. Wonder Woman banked the jet to investigate, and as she drew closer, she could see it was not quite smoke. It was dust from mineshafts. It was not strip-mining. While there was damage to the jungle it was not as bad as it could have been.

Wonder Woman took the jet to the old clearing where she always met Sheena. With the titanium charm necklace clasped tightly in her hand, the beautiful Amazon stood up in the cockpit and swung out onto the ground, carefully checking her surroundings. Something seemed NOT right. Wonder Woman waited a moment and then was greeted with a familiar voice.

“Diana!”

Sheena came running, her long blonde hair streaming behind her like a wild zebra mane, her body clad in the soft leopard skin top and breech cloth, her bare tan legs flexing with taut lean muscles as she ran. She slowed down barely panting and smiling.

“Diana what are YOU doing here?” she offered both her hands.

Wonder Woman avoided the hands and went directly to an embrace, feeling the warm, full breast of her sister through the leopard skin.

“I came because I thought you might be in distress, sister.” The warmth of Sheena’s body heated by the intense African sun felt good to Wonder Woman. She just was delighted her blonde friend was alive!

Sheena returned the embrace then stepped back, placing her hand on a knife on her hip “What would give you that idea? As you can see I am perfectly fine.”

Wonder Woman’s guard went up “Fine, Sheena? Your people, the Zambouli, have been put to work, mining. I can appreciate the efforts to protect the wildlife, but you have always defended the Zambouli way of life and ecosystem.

Sheena’s easy smile did not change “That? It’s just some changes in the government. The Zambouli DO have a right to govern themselves, Di.”

Diana detected just a hint of strain. “What kind of change?

“King Otwani now governs, he…”

“Otwani? He has tried to assassinate his brother for years. I cannot believe King Jabalani would…”

“Jabalani is dead, Wonder Woman. Otwani was next in line, together with Queen Zanda, they now rule. Look, Diana, our people are safe. I have assured that. Now I am sure you must have much more important things to do.”

“Sheena, do not try and brush me off. Is everything is ok? Where is Christian, your lion companion?”

Sheena is unable to keep her eyes from going glassy, her throat choking. “The Jungle...is...is a harsh place he was…”

Wonder Woman interrupted, “You cannot expect me to believe that.”

Sheena frowned, “Diana, look, it is my grief, okay? I protect this area and it is fine now.”

Diana pressed, “No, it is not fine, Sheena. If it’s fine, then how do you explain this?” She held up the necklace, the charms almost glowing in the light.

Sheena looked away, “Oh, an obvious fake. See, I have mine around my neck.”

Wonder Woman placed her hand around the cat-shaped charm she was holding up before the African Jungle Queen.

Suddenly where Sheena stood, a lioness stood. If it were possible for a lioness to register surprise, this creature did. And then the animal sprung suddenly at Diana, its claws out. Wonder Woman caught the soft furred beast, but winced as sharp claws raked across her exposed upper back. As she threw the huge tawny feline back to the ground, the Amazon lost hold of the necklace. It flew off away into the underbrush. Sheena immediately transformed back to her womanly form.

“Sheena, have you lost your MIND!”

“Diana! Oh, oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to. You HAVE to take the necklace back where you got it.” The normally calm Queen of the Jungle looked half-panicked.

Wonder Woman ignored the four red-hot stripes Sheena’s lioness claws had given her. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

Sheena ran to Wonder Woman throwing her arms around the other’s neck and began sobbing. “A…A man came,” she wept.

Wonder Woman looked totally confused. “A man?What man?Who?”

Sheena held closely to her friend, her ally. “An Englishman…A… Actaeon….” She sniffled.

“Actaeon Davies,” Wonder Woman’s voice was heavy with contempt.

Sheena nodded. “Listen, Diana, it’s too late for me but not you. Get back in your plane and fly away. Go back to the USA and don’t come back. For me, please. They are not hurting me, and he won’t destroy the people or the land.”

Wonder Woman shook her head, “I am not abandoning you, Shee. Why did you not call for help?”

Sheena shook her head, her blue eyes wet with tears. “It would not have made a difference; you don’t understand how he works. That necklace…where is it?” Sheena looked around, her head swiveling in panic. “Oh mercy no! We have to find it. It was my original necklace,” she began to ramble, her story coming in snatches as she scans the area. “He has HUGE amounts of money, when...he made me give it to him…somehow he got my Shaman. Actaeon now owns the master necklace and he controls my form. This replica I wear is a slave necklace in truth. Oh, when he is not around, I am allowed to carry on protecting this place, but only by his sufferance. If he thinks that I tried to take the master necklace, I will lose EVERYTHING.”

Wonder Woman frowned and began looking around for the master necklace as well. “Lose everything? He’s already taken it! You know I can help protect you.”

“Ah, but WHO will protect YOU, Wonder Woomon,” a thickly-accented voice spoke up. Wonder Woman turned to see a large, young black man with the build of a football player standing with an older black woman. Both had tribal garments, showing off most of their athletic bodies.

Sheena stiffened, “King Otwani, Queen Zenda, I…”

The black Zambouli woman stood almost six foot tall and wore a more affluent style of Sheena’s outfit. A doeskin top constrained her full-developed breasts; the same skins clung about her hips covering her front and back as a loincloth. Soft doeskin boots trimmed with the golden mane from a lion hugged her calves. A crown of beadwork sat upon her head and in one hand she held an animal skin shield that was ornately adorned with beadwork. The supple shaft of a Zulu war spear was in her other hand.

The woman had an athletic runner’s build and her midnight black skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. The woman smiled humorlessly. “Do not worry Sheena, we know,” she said. “Heel, girl!” The queen fingered a charm necklace much like Sheena’s.

Diana called out “Sheena Don’t! Stay behind…” But Sheena was already moving with her head down to stand to the left and behind the Zambouli warrior queen.

A rich laugh cut through the air. The king stood tall. His massive frame glistened. As was the custom, his loincloth was richly worked with gold and beadwork. It did nothing to hide his muscular bare ass. Diana appraised the powerful despot. He looked to be 6’4” and must weigh at least 280 pounds with not an ounce of fat on him. His dark skin sported a set of lion’s mane fringes around his knees and upper arms. A necklace of lion’s claws with a single imposing lion fang dangling in the center hung around his neck. Clad only in sandals, he held a richly-carved staff with the full head of a Jaguar on it. “It is too late, Wonder Woomon, and you should worry about yourself.”

Diana smiled, “Against you? I have fought bigger.” She took a fighting stance.

The King laughed, “Me? Oh no. The King does not fight a commoner. I have a champion for that.”

“And who might that be?”

A softer English voice spoke to Wonder Woman’s right. “I say, I do believe that is my cue.”

Wonder Woman turned “Actaeon Davies, I thought I smelled your ilk. You are half the King’s size and yet you think you can take me?”

Davies walked into the clearing clad in a pith helmet. He was wearing a pair of light brown cavalry officer’s Jodhpur pants, tucked into his calf-high brown riding boots, and a red high-neck coat complete with brown harness and pistol. In one hand, he had a leather riding crop. His other was fingering Sheena’s missing Titanium necklace.

“Wonder Woman, I have spent my whole life waiting to test myself against you. Tell you what, if you win, I will let Sheena go and I will give you whatever information you want. If I win...well, it doesn’t matter because I will take what I want.”

“Well, now is your chance.” She readied her arms to deflect the bullets from his pistol and was completely surprised when he began removing the leather and unbuttoning the red coat to reveal his brown T-shirt beneath.

Davies smiled and put up his fists, his hands clenched the left higher than the right with his palms facing him in an old Irish boxing stance. “First I am going to beat you, Wonder Woman, then I am going to r@?3* you, and after that we will have some fun with that lasso of yours.”

Wonder Woman advanced on him “You think you can beat someone who can lift a locomotive? You think you can exploit women as if they were objects for your pleasure?” She reached out grabbing the smaller man by his shoulders and threw him across the clearing into a tree.

Actaeon landed with a groan, slowly rising “Not exactly Marquess of Queensbury Rules, but so be…” before he could finish she had closed the distance. She landed two punches on his body feeling his ribs fracture, he yelped, giving Diana no end of satisfaction.

Reaching out to place him in a hammerlock, she was surprised when his knife hand shot out catching her in the throat, it was a move designed to kill. Only the power of her belt kept her larynx from fracturing, but the blow caused her to gag heavily. Choking loudly, she backed up several paces unable to breathe for a moment.

This gave Davies the chance he had been waiting for; a spinning roundhouse, which caught Wonder Woman in the jaw. Her head whipped to the side but she smiled as she turned her face back toward him. “You think that hurt?” She then thrust her arm out to grasp him by the throat and pay back his shot to her larynx.

The agile young man twisted and cleverly used her momentum of the thrusting arm reach to redirect her motion in a fluid moved that surprised the Amazon with its deftness. Wonder Woman cursed herself, she was better than this, as she felt herself jerked forward off her feet. ButActaeon did not release her. Instead, he pulled her up short. Off balance, she fell face down and felt him press her head down into the soft jungle loam with the heel of his hand. If he thought that would stop her, he had a lot to learn. Being greatly stronger than the Englishman, she easily pushed up against his hand, and once her face cleared the soft earth, her first reaction was to inhale.

Actaeon did not try to force her back down. Instead, as she pushed hard against his palm, he grasped her by her silken black tresses and leaned back hard. His other hand crammed a handful of the soft moist loam deep into her open mouth. Wonder Woman’s head jerked back as she felt herself yanked up into the air and over. The pulling at her hair actually stung her scalp. Trying to spit the dirt from her mouth, she could not clear the clogging black lump. It was too much, too wide and too soft and clinging to cough out. Her lungs began to burn for oxygen.

She heard him chuckle, “Basic combat, Princess. Control the head and you control the body.” He twisted her head to the side and then for--d her down fiercely to her left. She landed hard and awkwardly, face-down in a trough of water. “Thought you might want to rinse your mouth,” he taunted.

Battering outward with her arms, Wonder Woman angrily smashed the sides of the trough and water poured everywhere, soaking the ground around her. She felt Davies hand suddenly clutching her face as she rose to one knee. Of course his nails could not do much damage put the flat palm was still preventing her from expelling the fat clog of dirt from her mouth and she was feeling a bit faint. She could smell his scent as he tried to twist her head and then his hand slipped up onto her forehead and then into her hair.

She locked her neck muscles to prevent the head twist, but she felt his fingers flex. My Tiara! He had it in his grip and he pulled. It dragged painfully through a clump of her hair and came about halfway off, falling down her to the back of her head and distracting her.

Actaeon panted out his jeer, “All that jewelry. Not so great for fighting is it?”

Diana’s hands went up instinctively to either rid herself of the annoyance or to reset the crown. As both hands rose to her headActaeon threw a heavy handful of the mud that the water in the trough had made. It caught Wonder Woman full in the face, blinding her and shocking her momentarily. He grabbed her right wrist and he felt her bracelet come off. “Come on, Wonder Woman, make up your mind. Either rinse your mouth or eat my dirt. Or do you prefer to do both?”

Actaeon tossed the metal band to Zenda. “I’ll get you the other one in a moment, love,” he said through a grimace, holding his side, wincing at his broken ribs.

Gasping deeply, Wonder Woman rose to her full height and finally was able to spit out the clump of loam from her throat. Wheezing raggedly, she then cleared the mud from her face and the first thing she saw was Queen Zenda wearing one of her bracelets and fastening a collar around Sheena’s neck. The tanned blonde heroine meekly knelt beside the Zambouli monarch with her head down.

Frowning deeply Diana turned to look for Actaeon. She located him just at the instant the athletic Englishman landed a well-placed kick directly between her legs.

“OOOMPHHH!” Unprepared for the attack she staggered badly, her feet taking her back two steps as she bent forward from the waist, breathless once more. Her own desperate swing did connect but it was a wild swing with little power behind it. It banged against the young man’s shoulder, knocking him back a bit. But that distance back was just enough for him to step forward rapidly and give Wonder Woman a sudden knee to the stomach with some substantial force behind it.

“GHHUUNNHH!” All these attacks on her breathing were taking its toll. He repeated this move four times, his hand once more clutching her hair in a tight grip as his knee drove hard into her stomach again and again and again until she dropped to one knee, her face pale with the brutal attack.

Stepping back three steps, Actaeon bent forward, gathering a huge breath of air for sustenance before he spoke to the gasping woman with her head lowered before him. “Know your problem, Wonder Woman? I mean besides the fact that you’re a woman? If you were Superman I would be screwed, but Sheena’s claws showed me your skin is not invulnerable. And so, my dear, neither are you!”

He moved quickly. While she was still reeling from the brutal pounding her stomach had just received, he stepped in front of her, stripped the tiara off her head and casually tossed it to Queen Zenda. Before the tall dark Zamboulian caught the treasured crown, the Englishman had not only delivered a vicious knee to Diana’s soft exposed throat, he had stripped off her remaining bracelet. This too he lofted to the monarch with a high arc.

Wonder Woman’s head swam as she wavered on one knee. The kick caused her throat to spasm a moment and her hands went up to it. Actaeon was there in an instant behind her. He slipped his thick muscled arm around her throat from behind so that her neck was in the crook of his left elbow. Pressing her head forward with his forehead and using his right hand to help, his left forearm and upper arm compressed each side of her neck, a sleeper hold. Instinctively her hands, which were pinned to her neck by his hold, tried to push outward. Because she had been clutching her throat an instant before, her palms were on her own throat and pushing out with the backs of her hands was not nearly as effective as they would be if facing the other way. She was an Amazon though with remarkable strength and she fought like a tigress. But even Tigresses can be worn down. The unrelenting punishment Wonder Woman had received in such a short time had taken its toll. She could not push her hands out enough to loosen his deathly grip.

From behind, she heard him grunt with effort. “Know your problem now, dear? Oxygen! Even super muscles shut down without it. Every single move I put on you was designed to disrupt your breathing. Fighting uses a lot of energy and your muscles must be screaming.”

Wonder Woman could see sparkling lights at the edge of her sight, and quickly now black clouds were moving into her vision. She pushed her hands out desperately and Actaeon pulled back. She could feel him tremble, fighting with every ounce of effort. He groaned aloud through gritted teeth. “F…five…seconds….more….all this hold….takes….gahhhhhhh!”

Wonder Woman was nearly breaking his arm with her resistance, but slowly, that pressure lessened. He shoved her head harder into the deep crook of his arm. “Th...that’s it… s…stop fighting…”

She heard him speaking softy as if to a child. “Let it happen.”

Slowly her arms began to fall to her side, her struggles ceased and she went limp. He finally let her slip from his grasp, panting loudly, his face exuberant with victory. Standing up he looked at her limp form lying facedown at his feet, her bright red lips unconsciously kissing the dirt. Placing his foot on her shoulder he leaned down, his chest rising and falling in great heaves. “Bloody hell, that was a workout,” he smiled.

Otwani and Zenda moved forward. Sheena was now on a leash held by Queen Zenda. Sheena looked own tears in her eyes “PLEASE, Lord Davies, don’t kill her.”

Actaeon smiled “Kill her? Oh, no worries there!”

Taking some of the Zambouli mystic soil, the Englishman pressed the cool loam to his broken ribs, feeling the healing magic as the pain in his side slowly subsided. Leaning down, he grasped Wonder Woman’s golden belt. With a simple tug it pulled free, the golden lasso which was looped onto it, coming along with it. Actaeon held the girdle high, admiring the glow of it, the shine it gave off under the African sun where, in this clearing, he had bested the one and only Wonder Woman. Smiling broadly, he tossed the girdle with its coiled lasso to Zenda. “Here you go, Queen. Give it a go.”

Taking ordinary rope from a jacket pocket, he pulled the limp forearms of the amazon warrior behind her back and began snugly tying her wrists. “I have been waiting a long time for this.” His expression was both jubilant and cruel.

Zenda placed the tiara on her brow, slipped on the second bracelet and then fastened the golden girdle on.

Slowly Wonder Woman became aware of things. Her head pounded with a fierce headache. She tasted dirt in her mouth and blew it out with a huff. She was about to try to push off the ground but felt her wrists tied snugly behind her back.

Actaeon Davies smiled, lifting the dazed Amazon to her unsteady feet as he stood behind her, his hand gripping the rope around her wrists. “Ah, awake are we? Good! Tell me what you think of our Queen?”

Wonder Woman raises her head groggily and then her eyes widened. “Those aren’t YOURS!” The Zamboulian beauty was clad in her tiara, bracelets, and belt. Even her lasso was hanging from her hip.

Queen Zenda smirked, “Really? Well I don’t see anyone around here that is likely to take them back.”

Actaeon cocked his head, “Is it working?”

Zenda went over to a Kapok tree, grasped it and leaning back, ripped the giant tree from the ground. “Incredible! Like pulling a weed!”

Actaeon gave an enthusiastic nod. “I rather thought her vestments would work on ANY woman.”

Wonder Woman struggled in his hold “NO…she must not, Hera.”

Actaeon gripped Wonder Woman by her black hair and yanked. With only the strength of a normal woman now, the Amazon winced.

“Hera is a goddess of old,” Actaeon announced loudly to the assembled group. “And she, too, would make a fair trophy, but until she makes an appearance, we will make do with her humbled charge. And now, Wonder Woman, I believe we have Phase 2 to begin.”

Sheena could only look down. Fettered with only a simple leash she made no move to aid her bound friend but instead knelt quietly and respectfully behind Queen Zenda.

Otwani, watching all this with great pleasure, moved to his queen. The pair embraced with the king’s hands caressing up and down Zenda’s ebony side. With a brush of his hand the king moved aside Zenda’s loin cloth exposing her bare sex. There in the jungle clearing, King Otwani moved close to his queen and in the open began to make love to her. Sheena’s leash was dropped, its looped end lying in the dirt. Sheena did not try to run or even to move away from her kneeling position at the queen’s flanks. Instead, she watched with a blush, her head lowered but her eyes fixed brightly on the king’s length as it penetrated the African queen clad in the Amazon vestments.

Wonder Woman felt the English lord reach up and unzip the back of her outfit. “You perverted pig…don’t you...”

Actaeon smiled. “Still fiery? Well enough of that!” Taking his riding crop he jammed the shaft between her teeth. Diana winced as her own molars were in danger of cutting the sides of her mouth. She felt Actaeon begin winding her own hair around the riding crop, fastening it onto her face like a bit on a horse. Tugging at her hair until it was tight, he left Diana only able to grunt and growl.

Once she was silenced, in the middle of the clearing, Actaeon pulled down the last inch of zipper on Wonder Woman’s red and gold bustier and the garment slipped down her body. Her soft breasts slipped free as the famous tunic tumbled forward off her pelvis and dropped onto the ground in a useless heap. Wonder Woman struggled weakly as her sweaty upper torso gleamed in the African sunshine. Actaeon clasped one arm firmly around her waist as his calloused hands slid along her warm thigh muscles, up to her stomach, and finally up to her breasts. He gripped them in his palm and squeezed.

“Oh yes,” he leered, “when was the last time that these had any attention?”

Firmly kneading her breasts, his fingers pulled at the soft brown nipples as he made motions to milk her as if she were a cow. The young man moved around the heroine as she struggled uselessly against her bondage and the strong arm he kept firmly around her waist. Bending his head, the man’s lips found her nipple. Suckling firmly, his tongue ran around her areola before he paused to bite down hard.

Wonder Woman yelled into the riding crop. “EMMMPHHH!” It felt like he was trying to rip her nipple off. Actaeon looked up panting with a smile, his teeth marks forming a bruise around her right breast, which glistened with his saliva.

In the background Sheena still remained kneeling beside the King and Queen. Otwani stood face to face with Zenda, his dead brother’s fiancé. His thick shaft pressed deeply into his new queen as he rutted her. And she willingly gave her lust back to him. The sound of their fornicating mixed with the grunts and sounds of the jungle. Watching Actaeon fondling, biting and groping a helplessly bound Wonder Woman was arousing them both greatly.

Actaeon switched his attention to Wonder Woman’s left breast, coating the entire breast with his tongue in broad long licks. This caused her breast to lift then to fallback heavily, the gravity making the fleshy mass wobble and shimmy. She struggled all she could but could not get free as she felt Actaeon again bite her other nipple. The muscles on his jaws stood out as he clenched them as firmly as he could.

“EEEHHHNNN!” The Princess of Themyscira squealed in agony even as he smiled, leaving both of Wonder Women’s nipples deeply bruised. “A little something to remember me by,” he murmured in her ear.

Anxious now the Brit quickly grabbed the waistline of her blue satin briefs and pushed them down, revealing her smooth wide ass. He kept pushing on them until the blue and white briefs dropped down to her knees and then fell to the ground, pooling around her ankles.

Wonder Woman continued to struggle, making it difficult for Actaeon to meet his ultimate objective, so Davies shoved her toward a nearby tree. The Amazon’s boots got entangled in the briefs and she stumbled, falling face-first in the dirt. He bent over, gripped the garment, pulled it from her booted feet and threw if off to the side without a thought. With her wrists still tied behind her back, Wonder Woman could only squirm and twist in the dirt in frustration as Actaeon tossed a second length of rope over a sturdy limb. He then tied it to the rope binding her wrists. Pulling on the rope Actaeon hauled up Wonder Woman’s by her wrists until she was bent in two and on her tippy toes. With her wrists pulled up behind her back, she was completely defenseless in this position.

Bent over, drooling around the riding crop, her shoulders at the limit of their stretch, Wonder Woman could hardly move. Her breasts swayed like pendulums, the nipples soft and brown with growing deep purple bruises around them. The woman blushed full-body as she was for--d to stand there in only her red and white boots, the only remnant of her costume not stripped away from her. As the famous heroine swayed there naked, bent forward and hobbled, the King laughed loudly and placed a firm kiss on his queen’s mouth as he climaxed into her. Both groaned in pleasure.

Sheena watching from her knees, whimpered softly in sympathy for her friend as Davies’ hands slid down Wonder Woman’s legs, lifting first one leg, to remove the red boot, and taking a moment to caress the bare foot, then the other foot. Dropping the final symbol of her heroic stature to the ground with disdain, Actaeon centered his attention on the Amazon’s naked crotch. He admired the soft lips of her pussy. “Hmmm, bald are we? I like that in a woman.”

Diana felt his hand move to her inner thighs, his fingers caressing her lips there as he explored her sex. Gripping her mane of raven hair with his other hand, he pulled her head back and he licked her cheek. Not stopping, he ran his tongue all the way up and over her eyelid. “I am only just beginning.”

“Ahhh…haaaAAAHHH!” she protested angrily

Wonder Woman tried to look back as he circled around behind her. She could hear Actaeon opening his fly as she craned her head trying to get a look. In passing, she saw Sheena. The white woman was on her knees before her king. Standing as the proud African warrior, his queen smirking beside him, he once again held Sheena’s leash and guided her head under his loin cloth. Sheena kept her wrists unbound crossed behind her back as she leaned in, her lips found the King’s glistening black cock coated in his own and his queens juices.

Otwani smiled widened as he felt the white woman’s mouth slip warmly over his black shaft and she began to suckle like a nursing cub. Sheena’s nose filled with the musky sent of male as the black scrotum slid against her chin. With her nose pressed deep into the black pubic hair, she could smell the result of their union and taste the saltiness of the king’s seed and the sweetness of the queen’s juices.

Actaeon slapped Wonder Woman’s rump as she watched Sheena’s head disappear under the king’s loin cloth. Chuckling, the English Lord said, “Hold on, darlin’, I know you’re eager, you will get there one day.”

Sliding his firm hands down her smooth shapely legs as if shoeing a horse, Actaeon caressed her and spread her ass cheeks, looking at Wonder Woman’s unprotected sex, and the tight pink pucker that was her anus.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to lose your balance and pull your arms out of their sockets.” Seeing Wonder Woman’s body blush, bent over and off balance, the English lord remarked, “I find this particularly effective.” Wonder Woman almost stumbled and dislocated her arms when she felt the man’s finger gently tease and circle the opening of her anus. “Have you ever considered how many people have had their arse hole actually LOOKED at…let alone touched unbidden by another.”

Wonder Woman’s hair was tousled and in the way as she craned her neck to look behind her. All she could see was the man’s booted feet beside her bare feet. He had her completely naked. He had her where he wanted her and he knew it. She struggled but she could not get away.

He smiled. Wonder Woman stood bent in half, ass presented, bound and gagged. The billionaire slowly let his hands glide along the width of her ass, spreading her cheeks. “Not a sight I’m likely to forget, I’ll wager,” he sighed as he gazed at the soft pucker of her anus. His fingers moved to gently caress her soft smooth nether lips again.

Diana closed her eyes in anguish. She had spent her entire life controlling her lust while this man spent his whole life exploiting women’s bodies. Slowly the heat began to build. All his ministrations to her skin, his caresses and even his bites, had stoked a fire in her. If a man could not hide his arousal because of his cock, then hers was showing quite clearly, too, as her nipples had thickened and her labia had swelled. Behind her she heard Actaeon moving. He was already erect, his length jutting from his unzipped cavalry pants at the perfect height and angle behind his hobbled prize. Stepping up closer behind her, his hands moved to her flank. “I studied more than the martial arts, Wonder Woman. I studied the Karma Sutra as well,” he chuckled. “It says taking a woman from behind is very disrespectful, places her like an animal…” He guided himself to her nether lips. “But it also states it’s very sensual,” he whispers in her ear.

Diana tried to look behind her, a look of desperation on her face as she saw Actaeon’s knees bend a little and then felt the head of her captor’s equipment touch her soft wet lips.

“…eeehhhmmmm….” Wonder Woman whimpered at her complete subjugation. All her strength and wisdom and spirit had been thoroughly bested, so quickly, so absolutely. How had she let that happen?

Actaeon paused a moment enjoying the feel of how the unprotected lips clung warmly to the head of his cock. He was right at her gates. Reaching out he grabbed a fist full of her mane of black hair and whispered, “This is called getting MOUNTED mare!” showing His contempt for her spitting on her face. She felt his spit dripping down her cheek.

Gripping her hair firmly, Actaeon yanked back and leaned in and penetrated the helpless heroine, deflowering her, with a guttural cry of triumph.

“HUUNGGH! EEEEMMHH!” Her grunt and then her shriek marked his sweet victory loudly. To the man’s surprise, he felt a barrier. With the strength of his thrust however, he felt his length rip through it easily.

Actaeon chuckled “A VIRGIN…really?” She felt him adjust and dip his hips and step even closer. His feet kicked her heels further apart to get a better angle, and molding his belly to her rump as he thrust firmly up and in again, lifting her up onto her toes.

Diana was for--d by him to spread her heels. Only his firm hands on her supple waist prevented her from falling forward and having the ropes dislocate her arms. She had to lean back into him with each thrust. And there were so many thrusts! Time after time, he entered and withdrew until she was dizzy with it. She could feel him deep inside her. He was big in there but he was also her first so there was nothing in her experience to which she could compare it.

Actaeon felt her warm, slippery walls clinging to his shaft. In this way, she was like so many other women, but she was virgin and tight: so much the better. And more, she was one he would have for himself, one he had yearned for and now, thrillingly, had. Her warmth was clutching his cock and he could feel her pulsing around him. He beamed with the pleasure of it all.

Looking around for someone…ANYONE to help, Diana was met with only the grunts of the man behind her, her juices running down her legs to pool in the soft dirt, and the sounds of the jungle. She saw Sheena across the clearing. The woman had finished lapping at the king’s shaft leaving it shining in the sunlight with her saliva. The woman had licked and tea-bagged the king so that he was clean after his lust with his queen. Now Sheena was pulled toward the domineering Queen Zenda, who stood with her feet shoulder width apart. “That’s right, jungle wench, serve your queen too.”

Sheena ducked her headusing her nose to lift the queen’s loincloth and conceal her head. Her nose was inches away from the smooth black lips of her queen, some of the king’s milky white seed on her outer labia. Sheena had done this before. Leaning between the black woman’s shapely thighs, she sealed her mouth over the black nether lips and placed an overt kiss on the other woman’s used cunt, suckling gently. Then her tongue began to lap gently, slipping within the queen’s sex as she suckled. Her mouth moved gently, licking across the pink clit as she began to lick the king’s seed out of the queen.

King Otwani smiled and began undressing Sheena as she knelt before his queen and he watched the show. Caressing her breast through her leopard skin top, he watched his queen taking pleasure in Sheena’s mouth.

Sheena worked her magic quickly on the queen and before long the tall black Zenda shuddered happily and swayed in place as her orgasm gushed into Sheena’s waiting mouth, which was still sealed against the queen’s sex. Zenda simply ordered, “Swallow” and Sheena did. The Zamboulian Queen’s eyes squinted and then closed completely as she came a second time when Sheena cleaned the juices from her slit. When it was done, the queen patted the blonde on the head like one would a pet and the threesome squatted on the ground to watch the show as Actaeon had his way with Wonder Woman.

Sheena sat there naked now thanks to the king’s fingers at the knots in her costume. But she mesmerized by the show before her. She watched Actaeon as he pulled back and thrust, each thrust causing Diana to lean back into him as he thrust forward. Actaeon showed no modesty; he had an audience and could perform just fine. Sheena knelt watching, nearly oblivious as the black Zambouli king’s hand roamed freely, cupping her pussy as he caressed her at will.

Watching Wonder Woman’s breasts sway, Actaeon thrust deeply, taking his time as Wonder Woman sweated in the hot sun of the steamy jungle. He leaned forward over her smooth white back and his hands found her breasts again, pinching the bruised nipples.

Wonder Woman winced and pulled with all her might, but Actaeon’s knots held. “Hera, help me,” she thought as she felt the man’s pace quicken. “Oh no, he’s almost there,” she thought. “I CAN’T let him….climax in me.” Yet the powerful Englishman thrust more firmly, more quickly. Pulling her back into him, he whispered “You may one day catch me as you believe, but I think not. Even if you do, though, NOTHING will change this moment between us. That it was I who was your first, and it was I who raped you!”

The revelation drove him over the edge. Pulling her close, she could feel him standing over her as his length pulsed, his seed surged. He held himself within her. He held her close. He allowed himself to drain…

Her eyes closed and she tried to think of something, ANY thing. But all she could do was stand bent over before him, feeling him panting against her, their sweaty bodies rubbing, their skin joined.

Acton smiled, stroking her sweating, slippery sides. “As I expected, you’re a magnificent fuck, my dear.”

Actaeon stood in place a few moments more, enjoying the warm aftermath of his climax within Wonder Woman. Finally, she felt him withdraw.

He stepped around in front where she could lift her neck to look up at him. He smiled down, as he placed his cock back away in his breeches. She only glimpsed it, coated with her own juices, and her head want down in shame, forcing her to see Actaeon’s milky white seed tinged with pink from her virginity, slowly sliding down her inner thighs.

Holding her golden lasso he said cheerily, “Well, now that I am more relaxed, you will be seeing more of that little white trail before this day is over. Anyway, what say we have an information swap, eh wot?

Trembling, Wonder Woman could but stand there, her enemies seed deep within her sex and looked up to see what he meant.

(To Be Continued)