Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 10

Actaeon gave Diana two days of recovery time. The food was excellent, but it was the ONLY thing she had to look forward to. Only Actaeon would visit her as the notion took him, to have sex with her or to get his blow job. Diana was given no clothing and, as Hans had predicted, with the oral sex, the incidence of Actaeon raping her went down by about 1/3, as Actaeon divided his personal pleasure between her ass, her mouth and her cunt. Diana was mildly surprised to find out as her anal muscles stretched; the act of anal sex became less and less painful, and distressingly more pleasant.
Diana no longer bothered to resist him; Actaeon had made his point, so she allowed him to mount her stoically. She had hoped this would discourage him; on the contrary, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her stoicism. After he had pinned her under his weight and enjoyed his climax, he would often comment how nice it was to finally have a woman that did not talk his ears off about her feelings. He would then re-clothe himself and with a satisfied sigh depart. He seemed to regard her as nothing more than a life support system for her cunt, a sex toy for his amusement and she despised how she could not prevent her body from giving her rapist the rapture he sought.
Diana had access to the work out area, the sauna, and the pool, but the books had been removed, she assumed as punishment for her attack. It made the time drag. Diana found herself hoping for Actaeon to stop by so she had someone to talk to for a little bit. A TV would lower out of the ceiling every now and then, the screen coming on with NEWS reports of the African Warlords who had been killed, or a new member of the African Union joined. Virtually every major country in Africa with any natural resources at all had joined the new union; all this amidst reports of NSA, and CIA agents killed or turning up as slaves to some person or government. Diana tried not to think of how they were using her access codes and information they had gotten from her.
On the third day Actaeon arrived. As usual, he entered without knocking, and sat down, his eyes admiring her. Diana had gotten used to his greeting, his first glance would be between her legs at the smooth lips of her bare sex, and then he would consider her breasts, if the view presented itself he would look at the tuck of her ass. It all served to make Diana frustrated and embarrassed, it was as if he had no care about her mind at all, she was nothing more to him then a prize filly, though subconsciously, the idea of being a prize, pleased her. As he had ordered when he entered she would stand at a loose form of attention, her bare feet flat her legs slightly parted, and her hands at her side making no move to cover ANY of her modesty.
Today Actaeon wore a pair of simple purple silk robes. He sat back in a soft chair his eyes sparkling “Your time here is coming to an end princess Diana.” He had an apple he crunched and chewed “One way or another.”
Diana remained stoic and unmoved “And just what does that mean?”
Actaeon took another bite and chewed thoughtfully “that guard you fought died”
Diana gave Actaeon a hard stare “Good heavens” she said in a flat monotone “How horrible.”
The young hunter cocked his head “Yes quite, well you see it leaves me 3 options, which one I take depends on you.”
Diana gave no reply
“First, you must be punished for what you did to Ulfa and to the guard. Now I can have you killed and your body stuffed and placed in my personal museum beside Sheena’s lion…by the way if you want that option, just say so I will be happy to strangle the life from you right this moment.”
Diana remained silent, choosing not to play his game.
“Ok, Death is your first choice…”
Diana interrupted him “I am being given a choice?”
Actaeon looked up with no mirth in his eyes “Oh yes, consider this a final exam. I am about to RELEASE you. If, like when I placed you on the punishment horse, I cannot trust you to keep the SPIRIT of our agreement….then we revert back to our old dilemma. And the best thing for me to do is to kill you….I’d rather not do that by the way.”
Diana did not really feel fear…but she could tell he meant it, and even if she threatened him…he’d go thru with it. “And what are my other choices?”
“Choice #2, I can have your brain changed, you’d be about the intelligence of a very intelligent horse…but you’d continue your immortal life as an animal….
Diana raised her brow “I assume there is a choice #3 that will allow me my freedom?”
Actaeon nodded “Oh yes…but you will not like it…but it WILL prove if I can trust you or not.”
Diana said simply “go on” suddenly self-conscious of the breeze against her nipples.
Actaeon regarded the soft brown nipples as Wonder Woman’s bare breasts pouted before him; he had so enjoyed getting used to seeing them uncovered and chewing on them at his whim. He motioned her to come sit on his lap and when she did he leaned in to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it firmly, his teeth teasing the nipple as his tongue left glistening trails of his saliva on her flesh “I am giving a dinner party tonight to some special guests. The North Korean Foreign Minister, Kim Moon; Cardinal Emmett Carter of Canada; and A Representative of China and I want you to be the entertainment.
Diana felt her stomach drop, she was to be used in an orgy for his friends she began to open her mouth but Actaeon held up his hand “before you answer…listen. If you choose this option and perform, I will tell you the conditions for your parole. If you agree...you will be free to go…you can be back in your apartment and your life by tomorrow morning.
Diana could hear her heart in her ears, was this what her mother had felt like when Hercules had ravaged her? “W…what will I have to do?”
Mr. Davies smiled, his other hand caressing her breast with the warm palm of his hand feeling its weight as he made the female organ wobble and worry. “You’re getting smarter, first, you personally will punish Sheena, further you will not tell her WHY, nor apologize to her.
Wonder Woman protested “She had nothing to do with it I for--d her! *I* should be the one being punished.”
Actaeon laughed “My dear Wonder Woman, you ARE being punished…I know Sheena did nothing wrong, but she is a slave, an animal…I can do with HER what I want, and it never hurts more then to see someone else punished for YOUR crime.” He smiled pouring himself a glass of scotch, neat and, after a drink, kissed the amazon on her red lips, leaving the taste of scotch on her moist lips, his hand slipping lower to play with her soft wet labia “Do you agree? Or shall we go with one of the other options.
Clenching her fists Diana tried to hold back tears “N…no I agree…you…monster.”
Actaeon’s brows went up “I am not the one who brought her into this, nor am I the one who broke into my house…It is a PUNISHMENT, it is not supposed to be FUN… Next after you punish Sheena, you will force her to pleasure you, for our entertainment….
Diana’s mouth dropped open “I can’t…I gave her my...my word…”
Actaeon began to get annoyed now. “YOUR word is of NO concern to me…and if you’re going to do this at every condition I will just call Hans in….you will BREAK your word to her, and if for ONE moment I get the idea you are not indulging in EVERY fantasy with her, I assure you I can punish her MUCH worse and you will meet a fate other than release.”
Diana dropped her head not looking at the young hunter now “Y...Yes...master” she whispered, her shoulders falling.
Actaeon relaxed some. “Good. Next, you yourself will be punished by Ulfa for our amusement, after which….you will agree to serve and pleasure I or my guests in any way we wish. They all know you, and you will answer any question they ask with brutal honesty…no matter what the question is… do ALL that and tomorrow your belongings will be returned to you and you can depart….”
Feeling numb Diana simply nodded her head “I...agree…let’s just get this over…please.”


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Actaeon had left her with a gallon jug of rose scented olive oil with orders to ‘oil herself up’ before dinner. Her sprits low, Diana did little until the sun was beginning to set on the Mediterranean. Diana listlessly massaged the rich olive oil into her skin till she glistened in the sun. A noise caught her attention, as Ulfa and Abal arrived. Ulfa had a veil on to hide her puffy face, while Abal’s face was plain. Each woman wore sheer silks; they were mirror images of each other. One arm had a red sleeve that attached to the girl at a stunning sapphire collar around her neck, leaving the woman’s breasts bare and pouting. The opposite sleeve was blue, the legs were the same though the colors were opposite, attaching to a wide belt of gold coins, leaving each woman’s ass, crotch and breasts open and on display, for as sheer as the silks were, they may as well have worn nothing. Each slender leg or ankle would occasional protrude thru a slit on the outside of the garment. And silver anklets and bracelets adorned the two stunning women. Each wore rings on their fingers and toes but, as Actaeon preferred, both were bare footed.
Wordlessly Diana felt each take a wrist and just as wordlessly Diana allowed them to lead her out into the setting sun. Naked in the open air, Diana was led to a tall post. It had a cross piece that protruded outward, like an inverted “L” braced against itself. It looked more like a gallows. Abal took a very soft well stretched nylon rope and began tying Diana’s wrists before her. Neither said a word. Diana noted that the two women had small silver bells hanging from their pierced nipples, and a clit ring. Once her wrists were crossed and tied. Ulfa lowered a rope from the gallows…there was a hook on the end and Abal placed it between Wonder Woman’s wrists. Diana felt Ulfa pull and her arms raised over her head, pulling her up to her tiptoes.
Wonder Woman pranced on her tip toes, glistening in the red, setting sun. Four men rounded the corner. The first was Actaeon, wearing a pair of casual brown breeches and a short sleeved knit top. The next wore the bright red robes of the Catholic Church. He looked to be a man in his 50s with a well-groomed look. The red skull cap sat pinned atop rich styled red hair. His build was hard to see beneath his cardinal’s robes. Behind him, in a North Korean uniform, stood a smaller man, he looked to be in his 40s; athletic and shorter then Diana. What stunned Diana most, was the man who came next, who could only be the Chinese representative. Clad in a formal black suit, she had met this man before. Mr. Ping the Whitehouse Chief of staff. The four men were talking and chuckling when they saw Diana on display.
The Cardinal came forward first. “Oh my child…what vision of loveliness is this? The lord has blessed you with a PARTICULARLY attractive body.” Wonder Woman’s eyes widened as she saw the Cardinal extend a hand. She felt his fingers openly begin to play between her legs. Diana tried to stifle a gasp.
Actaeon smiled, “Just part of the entertainment gentlemen, for your pleasure I give you Wonder Woman of Themyscira, also known as Princess Diana. You know my rules…until she has my child; her cunt is off limits to cocks, other than that, you may fully indulge yourselves.”
The North Korean came next walking behind her. Diana moved her feet slightly as the Cardinal continued to explore her nether regions. Diana wanted to cry in shame, The Cardinal was good at what he did, and her juices were flowing, a thick clear fluid running down her legs as the Cardinal’s gentle fingers continued to rub and explore her cunt. She felt the General Moon’s callused hand caress her ass cheek “how do we know THIS is THE Wonder Woman?”
Mr. Ping came up next with a smug smile “Oh, it’s her alright. This smug bitch has been in my office more than once. What’s the matter, Wonder Woman? Your claims of female equality seem to have lost some of its weight, with you leaking all over Cardinal Emmett’s hands.”
General Moon frowned “I am not convinced. This could be a trick.”
Actaeon smiles his arms crossed as he watched the three men exploring the Amazon’s perfect body. “Gentlemen, you know how thoroughly I show these females their place. You may ask her whatever you like to satisfy yourselves.”
Diana saw Mr. Ping go out of her sight and then felt his warm hands slip from behind her to cup and feel the weight of her breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples. He leaned forward and placed his head on her shoulder from behind smiling “Well, tell us your secret identity, Wonder Woman. And tell us how you have kept it secret for so long.”
Diana was having trouble with so many males around her; she could smell their scent mixed with after shave. She glanced at Actaeon. She knew he had her golden lasso and could easily confirm whatever she said. “I...am Diana Prince. The NSA hired me. When I have my Girdle of Hera I can spin in place and transform my appearance. I live at Park Place Apartments, room 203.
General Moon frowned, “Not good enough! If you ARE with the NSA, I want the access codes to the U.S. missile designs so we can get our missile going.” The General pulled out a Tablet and glared at her. Diana looked down, frowning yet speaking clearly and slowly. “My…password is 1130 Delta 5 9”.
The General typed it in and looked up with wide eyes and the start of a smirk. “It’s TRUE! It works. I am IN!” Diana saw him hit send and set the laptop down.
By now the Cardinal’s whole fingers had been exploring every inch of Wonder Woman’s cunt. He had both her thighs glistening with her heavy juices running down her legs and dripping in a puddle between her heels. The captive woman’s taught bare body, perfectly muscled, was shaking slightly. She looked over her shoulder around her upraised arms. “And you, you deem to call…uuuhhnn…yourself…” she had to stop and pant a moment.“…a holy man!”
Cardinal Emmett chuckled. “YOU are a pagan. No better than the Whore of Babylon. You deserve what you get” and she felt him move his hand and caress her bare ass. “And as you are no doubt quite aware, my child, your body is clearly demonstrating that it enjoys the attention.”
Ping was still lifting and cupping her breasts and whispered into her ear “Do you know what we are going to do to you?”
Diana nodded closing her eyes
“And what are you going to do about it?”
Wonder Woman replied dejectedly “I will do whatever you wish.”
Mr. Ping spoke next, fondling the tall beauty’s breasts with one hand as his other hand slid between her buttocks. Slowly but forcefully, the Chinese Chief of Staff pushed his index finger into Wonder Woman’s anus. He then commanded her in a slow soft and insistent voice, “Tell us the secret identities of Superman and Batman, since those are the two biggest threats on the Justice League and will need to be neutralized.”
Wonder Woman wished that the two men would stop fingering her holes but there was nothing she could say or do about it, and with a shudder than could have been sexual pleasure or anguish, she said dejectedly, “Batman is Bruce Wayne, and his ward, Dick Grayson is Robin. The Bat cave is hidden below Wayne manor. Superman works out of the Daily Planet as the reporter Clark Kent.
“Indeed,” was all Ping said, but his hand left her breast and he withdrew his cell phone from his pocket to place a call. Meanwhile Cardinal Emmett smiled and said, “Bruce Wayne? Why I baptized him, I was but an alter boy, I was there when they buried his parents.”
“And Kent actually interviewed me for a newspaper story once. Huh! Imagine that.” Neither man slowed or stopped twisting and wriggling their fingers in Wonder Woman’s orifices throughout their comments.
“Yes….FBI Director’s office please. Director? Mr. Ping here. Yes, I need you to check out a dangerous case of vigilantism. Yes, it’s quite alarming but it needs to be done. Bruce Wayne, yes you heard me right. I think you’ll find a rather disturbing rodent problem under Wayne Manor. That’s right, rodent...of the flying variety. Oh and Director…this is a black op.” He clicked off and the President’s right hand man put his right hand back to work fondling her soft flesh and squeezing her large excited nipples.
General Moon spoke up next. “I want the EXACT Coordinates of Paradise Island, cow.”
Wonder Woman shuddered again. This is what she had been dreading. But as she opened her mouth to reveal the location of her homeland, Actaeon spoke up. “Wonder Woman, do not answer that. I am sorry General Moon that is one question that must remain unrevealed for now. I will explain later.” Wonder Woman looked bewildered, had Actaeon just come to her rescue?
Actaeon came up to the group. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, PLEASE, the night is young and the entertainment just starting! Please have a seat. Rest assured you will each have as many turns at her as you like…within the limits I set, and you can even see her mounted by a horse, a wolf, or whatever else you like. Feel free to exploit her in ANY way but please sit and watch the show.”
The three men and Actaeon seated themselves smiling.
Wonder Woman was left hanging and panting, completely humiliated as her sexual moisture flowed heavily down her thighs, there was no way she could hide it.
Abal moved up and began to undress Actaeon while she caressed and massaged him, the hunter responding to kisses tenderly as he caressed her breast. Diana heard him murmur “I love you Abal” and her reply “And I you master.”
Ulfa moved into Diana’s vision, her eyes cold, and glaring. Ulfa used a hand to turn Diana so her ass faced the “audience.”
Emmet sitting in silken red robes commented, “What a well-formed ass,” while Ping chuckled, “And very tight. For myself, I can hardly wait to mount her like a stallion does a mare.”
Diana felt Ulfa begin binding her ankles apart to steel rings embedded in the stone so Wonder Woman hung by her arms. Her left foot tied to the left, her right to the right. Ulfa walked back into Diana’s vision. The Middle Eastern woman’s eyes were puffy but smiling behind her veil. She showed Diana a heavy leather strop.
“Wonder Woman” she said her accent thick.
Cardinal Emmitt leaned over to Actaeon. “What is she going to do?” while General Moon smiled, “Patience, Cardinal…
The young woman continued, her bare breasts panting up and down as she spoke “Though we did not get along, neither I, nor my sister, Abal laid hand on you. You struck me, and dishonored me, and you killed a guard. My master Actaeon has granted me the rite of vengeance… I claim that!”
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened “N...no please…” She was to be whipped… for the pleasure of her captors.
Ulfa moved swiftly and there was a brief swish, as the strop landed solidly against Diana’s unprotected ass followed by a slap that echoed across the courtyard. Diana’s slightly tanned ass wrinkled from the force of the blow.
Diana’s eyes opened widely in shock. She was not being whipped; she was being PADDLED, like an errant child, by one of her own sisters for the pleasure of the four men. She was surprised at the pain. NO one had ever done this to her before. She steeled herself for the next stroke…. But no stroke fell.
Ulfa smiled as the first bright red stripe rose across the tanned firm ass. She waited. Wonder Woman began to turn her head to see what was going on when she was struck.
*SLAP*
A louder sounding stroke sounded along with a short hiss from Wonder Woman. Ulfa watched Diana’s perfectly smooth ass wrinkle again at the point of impact.
Diana’s toes danced wildly a moment before she caught herself and accepted the burning stinging pain. The young woman was making each stroke a surprise. There was no way that Wonder Woman could anticipate when the blow would fall.
The third blow came quickly before Diana could think, slapping her skin as her ass was now beginning to glow a bright red. She heard the four men cheer and callout “Three!”
SLAP! “”Four” Slap “Five” Slap “SIX” SLAP “SEVEN!” they laughed. SLAP! “EIGHT!” SLAP “NINE!” SLAP “TEN!”
Diana felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she felt Ulfa release her feet. Thank the Gods that was over! She twisted weakly by her wrists. She could see the four men as they came into her vision. Actaeon was watching excitedly, with his length buried in Abal who sat on his spike, her back to her master and riding up and down. Ping and General Moon had obvious erections as the Cardinal pointed, “Look! Look! She’s crying like a spoiled little girl!” The three laughed.
SLAP! Wonder Woman’s eyes widened and a cry escaped her lips in surprise, wasn’t it over!?
“ELEVEN! Continue Ulfa Continue!”
Wonder Woman could not stop her body from rotating as she hung by her wrists, her perfect body now wet with sweat. Ulfa’s veiled face slowly came into view and the angry young woman hissed “Does it HURT Wonder WOMAN? Like when you struck me?” Out of Diana’s sight, another SLAP of the thick smooth leather came down on her tender buttocks and a yelp squealed out from Diana as the three men yelled, “Twelve!”
Ulfa took her time, swinging the end of the strop in her hand. Every stroke was a surprise. She would make Diana wait for it, the strop rising and falling as she leaned her weight into it. As the count rose past thirty strokes Diana’s ass had gone from a bright cherry red, to a deep dark red as the flesh bruised down to the bone.
As she swung Diana could see her grinning audience, enjoying every moment of her humiliating punishment. Actaeon was actively making love to Abal yet keeping a roving eye on the proceedings when he wasn’t nuzzling his face to her neck. Every so often he’d look up with a wolfish grin on his face as he held the woman’s hips and she rode him in bouncing jolts against his lap. The other three men sat aroused, watching, leering at her. Actaeon climaxed on the 50th stroke as Abal let out a satisfied sigh…and immediately rose and began to lick her master’s cock clean of their combined juices. Actaeon gently stroked the woman’s long hair as he sighed as well, highly-satisfied as she worked his cock clean with her tongue. Glanceing down he smiles “I love to see a woman in her proper place.”
Wonder Woman finally felt Ulfa release her wrists and lower her down. With surprising gentleness Ulfa helped Diana to her feet and untied her wrists.
Cardinal Emmett frowned, “Actaeon what is this? Why have we stopped?”
Actaeon smiled as he adjusted where he sat so he could press Abal’s face deeper between his legs, his length hidden in her mouth “Gentlemen, please TRUST me, you’re my guests here and you will NOT be disappointed, but business first.”
Once Diana could stand Ulfa gave her a firm unwavering stare “Are you repentant now? Are you ready to obey me as Second Wife, and my sister, Abal, as First?”
Diana swallowed hard and could not hold the gaze. Her ass burned, and ached, she’d not be able to sit for a month.
Ulfa held out a silver serving tray with tea and snack on it “Then go SERVE them and apologize for your past.”
Wonder Woman wiped the moisture form her eyes, and blinked. She was to be their naked serving girl. Diana remembered what Actaeon had said she shakily took the serving tray and her bare feet padded across the warm stone toward the men.
They smiled at her as their eyes observed her breasts just above the pure silver tray. Otwani arrived together with his Queen, Zenda, clad in Wonder Woman’s costume, Sheena’s magical necklace and the Girdle of Hera. Beside Zenda, on a leash, strode a white Bengal tiger. General Moon took a drink from the tray, the back of his hand sliding across Wonder Woman’s areoles. The naked Amazon said nothing at this new yet petty familiarity. She for--d herself not to react.
Actaeon smiled “Mr. Ping, I am sure you know of King Otwani?” Actaeon reached for a snack from the silver tray and Diana leaned over to present the tray to him. She felt Cardinal Emmett’s hand caress her ass, the touch gentle but causing a dull deep pain. His hand dropped to slip between her thighs and blatantly stroke her bare cunt unbidden. Again, Diana said nothing, just moving to Queen Zenda who took a glass of champagne. The new Jungle Queen leaned back to smile smugly at Wonder Woman as she sipped at the drink.
Mr. Ping smiled. “Yes, yes, I understand he will be allowing China mineral rights, including oil and natural gas…now that the populace has been pacified.”
Actaeon nodded as Wonder Woman bent over to serve General Moon, presenting her ass to the guests behind her. “Quite right, and as promised Cardinal you will soon be the next Pope. In the meantime, Mr. Ping, his Queen Zenda, a REAL Wonder Woman, has a gift for you.”
Mr. Ping looked surprised. Zenda reached under a table and presented Mr. Ping with a large clear box. Inside were 8 red, white and blue spiders. “Place these on Air Force One, for the trip to China. Remember,” she produced a vial of clear fluid from under her belt, “to put this on before you release them. It is a pheromone, of the female spider. They do not attack each other. They will each go to a different body heat…it should do what you want.”
Wonder Woman continue to serve meats and cheese’s, naked as the day she was born, while they continue to openly discuss their plans as if she were not even there, except for the caresses and groping as she served them.
Finally, Cardinal Emmett looked up. “Actaeon, enough teasing. You know this idiotic vow of celibacy the church has keeps me rather, shall we say, tense? Stop teasing.”
Actaeon smiled “Right you are, Cardinal.” Actaeon picked up a pure silver hand bell and rung it.
At the sound, a muscular guard opened the door, and lead in a huge Bengal tiger on a leash. The beast was at least 800 lbs., but walked docilely beside the guard, led on a leash connected to a diamond studded collar. The guard carried a riding crop. And brought the tiger over to what looked like a padded leather roman vaulting horse. Using the riding crop the guard touched the tiger’s nose, a soft rap, causing the beast to flinch, and then he used the crop again to gently hit the back of the leather horse. Obediently the tiger leapt up so its fore legs rested on the vaulting horse and dug its claws into the leather.
The guard walked around and began to attach steel shackles to the tiger’s forepaws. As the beast licked its muzzle with its large pink tongue allowing itself to be chained, Mr. Ping spoke. “Come now Mr. Davies, I do not think seeing a simple animal in bondage was quite what we had in mind.”
“Quite so,” remarked Actaeon and nodded to Zenda. The queen took her right hand from where it had been stroking the pet tiger that sat watching, its tail tip flicking, and touched Sheena’s necklace.
There was a brief flash of light, and from where the tiger had been. Sheena now lay stretched over the vaulting hose, her wrists chained, one soft bare breasts hung over each side of the horse, her bare ass in the air showed the smooth lips of her cunt between her shapely thighs, both her feet were flat footed on the floor. Another guard brought a display case up and positioned it at the front of the Vaulting Horse, within was Sheena’s Jungle costume on display.
General Moon, having been rather stoic up until now smiled widely “The tiger has lost her stripes!”
Wonder Woman saw a sharp glance from Actaeon and knew what was expected. Walking over to a table that had different bondage gear, or feminine control devices as Actaeon liked to call them, Wonder Woman picked up a long, supple leather bull whip. All Amazons were experts in many weapons forms. Wonder Woman was no exception. “Well then, shall we re-stripe her?” There was a quiet coldness in Diana’s eyes and her tone.
The three men looked stunned as the naked Amazon strode up and unlimbered the whip. Sheena, her body taut and stretched, did her best to look over her shoulder “D…Diana?” she asked her eyes questioning as her long blond hair feel about her face.
“Shut up, Sheena,” Wonder Woman replied. As a demonstration of her skill, Wonder Woman flicked the 9 foot leather ship 4 times in succession, snuffing out four candles at the head of Sheena’s bondage horse without even disturbing the hot wax that had been melted by the heat of the flame.
Sheena winced, her eyes wide and hurt as each sap and crack of the whip landed by her ear. As Wonder Woman moved her stance to target Sheena’s supple pale body, she understood Actaeon’s sick plan. Wonder Woman could see it in Sheena’s eyes; this was the final breaking of Sheena’s spirit, the act that would prevent her from ever escaping or riding up against her nemesis, Queen Zenda.
With a flick the whip sung out and a loud crack followed by a cry of pain from the ex-jungle queen. A long red welt appeared across Sheena’s bare back.
“Diana..s...stop…please…n...not you too…I was giving MYSELF so…so you could get away… please fight them...run away...don’t become their TOOL!”
The whip sung out again with a loud crack as another red welt rose a perfect two inches away from the first one across Sheena’s back.
Emotions warred in Wonder Woman, she did not want to hurt her friend, but she would be harmed worse if she did not, yet she was also an Amazon warrior, the thrill of using the weapon pulsed through her. She had to be very careful. Most people who used whips were stupid crude amateurs. Be it on an animal or a human, if you laid too much whip on the subject, so that the end wrapped around the body before the reverse loop caused the snap, that was the tip breaking the sound barrier, the whip would cut, that would leave a scar that would devalue any human or animal. The trick was, to have the length snap right AT the skin so it would only raise a welt: a painful welt to be sure, but not a scarring wound.
Wonder Woman sweat heavily as she continued her assault on Sheena. The woman no longer begged, instead she looked down dejected, yelping or crying out each time Wonder Woman’s whip sung. Diana was an expert at what she did, spacing out the welts on Sheena’s body slowly striping the human like she had been in tiger form.

The three guests drew closer as Wonder Woman got to Sheena’s ass. Diana’s wrist worked as she again and again striped Sheena till the woman was finished, panting exhausted and whimpering, the right side of her body striped with welts in the same pattern as a tiger.
Wonder Woman’s bare feet padded the stone as she moved to Sheena’s left side. She saw Sheena’s head turn to the left and the woman whispers “No…please’ but Wonder Woman knew what she must do, though she hated herself for it. “CRACK” Wonder woman joined perfectly a straight to Sheena’s left side to its twin on Sheena’s right, this stripe extending down along Sheena’s soft white breast.
It took perhaps another 20 or 30 strokes for Wonder Woman to finish “Striping the tiger.” When she finished Sheena lay slack sobbing softly repeating over and over “I’m sorry…I’ll never disobey again. Not ever. I swear.”
Cardinal Emmitt could not wait any longer. Standing he strode to Wonder Woman and pressed his lips to hers in a fierce kiss.
Wonder Woman did not resist…feeling the man’s hands slip over her wet sweaty and oily flesh, cupping her breasts, sliding down her flanks, smoothing over her wide firm buttocks.
Mr. Ping moved over to Sheena’s ass and ran his hands over the smooth flesh causing her to wince in pain and looking at her costume in its display case. Across the stone terrace, Cardinal Emmett reached his hand out and Wonder Woman handed over the whip without hesitation. The gray-haired dignitary of the Church tied the Amazon’s hands together with her own whip even as she looked past the churchman to see Mr. Ping pull his cock from his pants and press it up and into the ex-jungle queen. Sheena’s soft sex parted easily and Wonder Woman was treated to the sight of Mr. Ping’s firm length parting and disappearing into the woman’s soft folds.
Sheena was quite helpless and could do nothing but rest her sore body against the leather horse as she was shoved forward by the force of the Chinese spy’s mounting. At the same time General Moon stood in front of Sheena and pulled down his own fly on his uniform pants. He fished out his cock. Sheena obediently opened her mouth, felt the General grasp her head and his cock slipped into her mouth.
Her arms bound, Wonder Woman felt The Cardinal press against her and quickly bent her knees and lowered herself so she could be easily pushed backward onto the ground on her back. Past the Cardinal’s shoulder, she was still able to see Ping and Moon thrusting into Sheena, as if they were trying to meet in the center. The Cardinal was flushed and panting heavily as he tied the whip ends to the vaulting horse above Wonder Woman’s head. With her arms raised above her, the Cardinal then straddled the prone heroine and eagerly parted his Cassock.
Wonder Woman’s eyes bulged. The Cardinal was WELL endowed; she could admit that after weeks of walking around naked and comparing different guard’s cocks as they had molested her. As the Cardinal knelt to sit on her chest just below her breasts, he chuckled, “Like what you see?”
Without realizing it she nodded. “Yes...God really blessed you in THAT department,” she said with obvious, if unintended interest.”
Delighted the Cardinal chuckled, “Yes, I see Actaeon is doing his usual excellent work. You see my dear, that’s how I justify it.” As the Cardinal spoke he took each of Wonder Woman’s breasts in hand and slipped his firm cock between her breasts, pressing the warm soft mounds together around his cock. “God DID endow me with a large cock.” She felt him squeeze her breasts and from behind them to thrust his cock between her breasts. “And it was meant to be USED. You wenches, on the other hand, got US thrown out of Paradise…You had been made to love honor and above all OBEY!” Wonder Woman’s eyes locked on the head of the Cardinal’s cock as it thrust between her slippery, sweaty breasts “Your place is one of punishment for having us thrown out of Eden.”
Above her, Ping and Moon thrust firmly. Ping was thrusting so hard, if the vaulting horse had not been secured to the ground it would have listed. While in the front, Sheena’s nose pressed in past General Moon’s zipper into his breeches as she suckled like a nursing tiger cub on the warm flesh.
With each thrust forward Sheen would gag a bit, General Moon’s cock lodging in her throat, but each time he did it, she got better at it. The gaging seemed to please the general as he snarled, “That’s it, Cow…take it!” He held her head firmly as he bucked and the occasional choking sound added to his pleasure as his muscled dived in and out of her warm wet mouth.
Sheena pressed her lips around the firm flesh. The general’s taste was more mild and saltier then Otwani or Zenda, and she began to use her tongue to play with the General’s foreskin, It felt different, slipping along as the head pressed into her throat. Sheena could not help but drool down her chin even as her excited pussy leaked clear sap down her legs as Mr. Ping thrust repeatedly into her. Mr. Ping was good at what he did…
On the floor, her head close by Ping’s feet, Wonder Woman squirmed gently, held in place between the Cardinal’s knees, his weight on her chest he thrust between her warm breasts. Wonder Woman tugged at the supple leather whip that held her wrists for show, the leather tightening. “That’s it, my child,” the Cardinal’s eyes shined with delight, “struggle!”
Wonder Woman moaned. An Amazon, taken by a male…was helpless. In their past they had raided villages to get men on their terms. Now she was fair game. She felt the cool stone against her back as she and Sheena were molested in the open under the stars.
It did not take long for Emmett’s cock to begin to dribble…further making slippery Wonder Woman’s warm tits. The Cardinal had been eyeing her all night and was quite “pent up” Wonder Woman heard the Cardinal snarl “Lift your head pagan wench! LOOK at what I am going to do.”
Wonder Woman obediently lifted her head up so his cock was pointed at her face as she watched it appear and disappear between her breasts
The Cardinal smiled, “Now say what you’re thinking…and use my proper title.”
Wonder Woman felt complete shame as she quietly said “Take me, your Eminence, finish me off. “
That was all that was needed. The Cardinal groaned as his cock began to pulse, and he said raggedly, “In the name of GOD I baptize you.”
With the next thrust Diana was staring at the Cardinal’s purple glistening head as his slit opened and a rope of pearly white shot from it. It splattered against her shoulder. He continued to thrust between her breasts, twisting her nipples as another rope splattered against her upper lip and then another against her neck. Wonder Woman could feel his soft warm sac against her chest, as he relieved his lust. Panting he finally completed his climax, the final spurt landing in the hollow of her throat as a small white puddle. Then, without a word to the used woman, the Cardinal stood up with his large fat exposed cock dangling over her and dripping on her bare breasts. He placed his foot on her stomach as he caught his breath, looking down at her with a glare as she forlornly swiped at his salty essence with her tongue and sucked it down in silent adherence to his unspoken command. That seen to, the man cloaked in red turned his head to enjoy the view of his two companions finishing off Sheena.
From her vantage point at Ping and Moon’s feet, Wonder Woman watched the two men thrusting into Sheena. Ping was at the perfect height to thrust and lift into Sheena’s body, his fleshy snake invading Sheena’s unprotected crevasse, as it got ready to spray it’s venom within her, while Sheena was treated to the thick musky smell inside general Moon’s breaches as his zipper lightly brushed her nose. Almost together Diana saw both men stiffen and press up close as Sheena was for--d to swallow the pearly white Korean seed, while Ping’s snake spat it’s venom in the already pregnant woman. The two men held firmly against the smooth warm flesh of the woman, both smiling broadly. When they finally withdrew they grinned at each other, putting themselves away and zipping up. Ping chuckled, “You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that.” General Moon nodded, “About time that one of her friends did not burst in to stop it.”
Abal and Ulfa untied and released Sheena and Wonder Woman while the three men walked back over to Actaeon. Ulfa had shed all her clothing except for the solid gold bangles on her ankles, wrists, arms and of course their clit and nipple rings. Ulfa kept her veil on to hide her puffy bruised face. A cloth had been spread out on the terrace and pillows under the stars. Abal and Ulfa left the two heroines to rejoin their master, and without a word began undressing the three guests.
Actaeon smiled saying “Gentlemen, let us get more comfortable for dinner and tonight’s entertainment. Watching as his beautiful slaves disrobed his guests, folding their clothing and helping the muscular men into silk robes. Cardinal Emmitt slid his hand along Abal’s smooth ass asking “what are we having?”
Actaeon winked “Oysters on the half shell, of course: good for the libido, and I have just one more chance to knock the Amazon up” he smiled.
Wonder Woman had slowly gotten off the floor once her wrists had been untied from the whip. Sheena was now standing gingerly in place, sliding her hands along her flanks, wincing at the welts Wonder Woman had given her.
Sheena rubbed her wrist looking down at her tummy where she knew King Otwani’s child grew within her “They got to you, too, Di…MMPH!” Sheena’s eyes went wide as Wonder Woman suddenly turned on her planted a hot passionate kiss on the other woman’s mouth. Sheena looked horrified. She’d had to lick Queen Zenda’s cunt but her friend had promised not to take advantage of her...EVER!
Wonder Woman wasted no time…sliding her hands down the stunned Sheena’s arms she used the leather bull whip to begin binding the jungle queen’s wrists together behind her back. By the time Sheena began to struggle Wonder Woman was completing the final knots. Diana thrust her tongue into her friend’s mouth. Sheena tried to block her but the Amazon dominated her. Wonder Woman’s tongue pressed deep to explore Sheena’s mouth. An amazon, once her lust was roused, changed, unable to resist her carnal desires. Feeling the blonde resist Wonder Woman broke the kiss and grabbed a fist full of Sheena’s silken blonde hair and YANKED so that Sheena’s head not only went back she was almost bent over backwards. “Damn you, slut! You comply or by Hera I will change those tiger stripes I put on you into ZEBRA stripes!” Wonder Woman lunged in, forcing another crushing kiss on Sheena’s mouth before she could comply, sticking her tongue down to the back of the woman’s throat as the two women’s breasts began to rub against each other.
As Wonder Woman began to become more aroused, like most Amazons, she lost all her inhibitions; she was growing more excited by the moment, unable to stop herself. Sheena was for--d to suckle on Diana’s slowly circling tongue. And when the Amazon finally pulled her tongue out of Sheena’s throat, a look of horror and betrayal swept across the blonde’s face. There was no respite though. Wonder Woman grabbed her friend’s wrists and lifted Sheena to her tiptoes, taking her to stand in front of the four men who now lounged in their robes on pillows. Abal had put out plates of oysters and the four men were enjoying the show while Ulfa sat between Moon and Ping, the two men groping gently at her body as she giggles. All eyes were on the two women before them. Wonder Woman’s pearly necklace of semen from the Cardinal still clung around her shoulders and dripped down from her neck. The dollop at her throat clung in the hollow there like an uncut diamond.
On the cool stone Wonder Woman for--d a kiss on her friend, this time her other hand groped the other woman’s soft breast. Wonder Woman now had a lustful smile as she used the other woman. Straddling one of Sheena’s thighs, Wonder Woman began to grind her own wet cunt against Sheena’s thighs. Cardinal Emmitt chuckled “Look at those two harlots go at it!” He did nothing to hide his growing arousal. Zenda chuckled, stroking between the white tiger’s ears, feeding an oyster to her master, King Otwani.
On the Terrace the show was just beginning. Sheena looked dejected, it was plain that the pass Wonder Woman had made last year was going to happen whether she agreed or not. If they had turned Wonder Woman, she had no chance. She felt Wonder Woman yank her down to the stone while the men smiled and watched. Wonder Woman’s shapely legs slipped up Sheena’s belly, the jungle queen could feel the cool sole as her own leg was captured by Wonder Woman and pressed to the amazon’s chest. She felt Wonder Woman’s pussy against her own as the two women began to scissor. The men laughed and pointed as the two women gyrated…Sheena was helpless as Dana’s soft wet petals ground against her own and rubbed. Wonder Woman began to moan as her foot pressed against Sheena’s bare breasts. The two of them wriggled and fought and succumbed and groaned in front of the display case that held Sheena’s costume. The two bodies shimmered with sweat as Wonder Woman made irrepressible moves that Sheena could not fend off. There was nothing remotely heroic about the two sweaty bodies entangled together. It would have been sad to witness if any of those present cared a whit about the two once mighty beauties.
Mr. Ping called out, “HA! Queen that bitch, Wonder Woman!”
Somewhere in her lust-fogged mind Wonder Woman heard…and sat up. With a grunt she pressed Sheena to her back and then the Amazon’s wavering hand reached up to gently rub the semen from her pearl necklace all over the Jungle Queen’s throat. Sheena looked up in fright to see her friend straddle her neck, the powerful thighs lowering down around her face.
“What are you doing, you crazy b..AAGCK!!” Sheena’s shouts are suddenly cut off as Wonder Woman’s velvety lower lips come to rest against the panicked blonde’s slickened neck. With small grunts of satisfaction, Wonder Woman stroked her pussy against Sheena’s neck. Back and forth the powerful legs move and flex as the Champion of All Women nearly crushes her sister heroine’s throat in her crazed need for sexual satisfaction.
“…di…aaa….nnahhhhh!....ghhetttttt….offfffff…” rasps Sheena in raw terror.
Shaking her head, Diana hoists herself up. Lubricated by the slick semen from Sheena’s throat, Wonder Woman’s blue eyes smoke with bright desire and she ploped her nether lips down directly toward Sheena’s face. The blonde has a mere three seconds to breathe before the shifting weight of Wonder Woman’s body presses down on her face.
“Diana..no..please Sto…mmph!”
Wonder Woman felt her friends face press between her shapely thighs, and began to grind against her face. Zenda smiled watching as Sheena felt the smooth powerful Amazon thighs firm against her cheeks. Wonder Woman’s cunt lips spread over Sheena’s nose and mouth and Sheena couldn’t breathe but for moments as the amazon rode her face, spreading clear wet juices on Sheena’s face. The scent was musty and salty sweet as Sheena tried to use her tongue to push at her friend’s cunt. Wonder Woman, in full frenzy now, grabbed Sheena’s head on both sides and pulled her up between her sweaty slippery thighs snarling “LICK! SUCK!”
Sheena had no choice, Zenda had for--d her to lick her cunt but never like this. Sheena suckled and licked desperately. Hoping that if she pleasured Wonder Woman enough the other woman would get up.
Wonder Woman had no such intention, and held Sheena captive grinding against her captive. Sheena’s feet began to flail as her eyes widened. Her voiced cries for air and pity were muffled as Wonder Woman’s cunt covered nose and mouth. Wonder Woman worked her hips, washing Sheena’s face. Sheena tugged at the leather whip but the bindings held. As she looked up she could see up past Wonder Woman’s flat stomach her firm breasts aroused and swaying as Wonder Woman’s thighs ground down against Sheena’s face.
Sheena’s eyes began to flutter. But Wonder Woman could not resist, she had to have her climax. In the back of her mind she could hear her audience cheering as Sheena finally went limp. This excited Wonder Woman more, now she did not have to expend energy to hold her captive and began sliding her groin around Sheena’s face.
Mr. Ping looked at Actaeon “Mr. Davies, are you going to let her suffocate Sheena?”
Actaeon shrugged “I told King Otwani I’d compensate him if it happened, it doesn’t really matter.
Wonder Woman slipped her hands behind the limp blonds head and PULLED forcing the other woman’s nose into her cunt, and she felt a shudder, as her release poured her juices over Sheena’s face. Finally sated, Wonder Woman felt drained, she panted catching her breath as she held Sheena against her cunt. It was probably a full 60 seconds before she released the blonde’s head which thumped dully against the stone. Sheena, unconscious gasped and coughed, her face dripping wet, her tongue still lolling from her head.
Wonder Woman stood shakily. As she looked up Actaeon smiled. “Gentleman, the moment you have all been waiting for…..r@?3* her.”
Ping and Moon moved first, they had enjoyed Sheena first but had not yet sampled Wonder Woman. Ping smiled, “I have her mouth.” Moon chuckled, “Suits me.”
The two men advanced on the dazed Amazon. Ping opened his robes and pushed Wonder Woman to her knees, “Suck!”
Wonder Woman obeyed, kneeling before the White House Chief of Staff. Her mouth closed on his member and she suckled, tasting him as more salty then Actaeon. Before she could think, Moon was behind her, pulling her hips up he impaled her anus without any lube at all. She wasn’t particularly dry thanks to her orgasm from moments before and all the juices spread across her crotch. It was an easy entry for Moon considering he was sodomizing one of the most powerful women on the planet.
Wonder Woman winced a bit but Actaeon had fucked her enough that her ass accepted the cock without pain. It was merely the surprise thrust and jerk that caused the small discomfort. Both men then began to brutally push back and forth against her yielding body and with all her resistance gone Wonder Woman just let it happen. The two powerful men dominated her thoroughly as the pale moon rose to frame the moment. General Moon took pleasure slapping Wonder Woman’s bruised ass, eliciting a muffled yelp into Ping’s crotch. Abal and Ulfa lit torches, which sputtered in the night. It was the only sound heard beyond the animalistic grunts of mating going on.
They had her and Wonder Woman knew it. Her body rocked in place as the men pleasured themselves within her. And her pleasure was increasing by the moment as well. The Korean’s hands held tightly onto her hips, his fingers compressing her flesh as he pumped himself against her rear end. His exposed cock, thrusting out from his robes, buried itself again and again into the tight hot back channel of the Champion of All Women. Naked, dazed and excited, Wonder Woman grunted over and over as she felt the width and heat of his steely muscle penetrate into her deepest most private recesses. Her rectum vibrated with the friction of this relentless buggering. She was woozy with pleasure, her mouth drooling over the slippery length of Ping’s prick as it too moved back and forth in and out of her mouth in deliriously joyful repetition. The swell of her excitement was almost uncontainable. Her breasts swayed beneath her like two tolling bells but instead of clanging symphonies of metal vibrations, her brain was awash in absolute celebration, some great victory pealing through her mind even as her very defeat was abundantly obvious to everyone present.
Moon climaxed first, filling Wonder Woman’s rear with bountiful injections of warm cream. And then Ping could not contain himself anymore. He was face fucking Wonder Woman! Her jaw cradled in his palms, the Chief of Staff spent his pleasure in a five-spurt series of thick streams of cum that Wonder Woman readily swallowed and gulped and rolled her eyes at with dizzy delight. The moment Ping withdrew, he was replaced by Cardinal Emmitt. Eagerly he thrust his erect cock into Wonder Woman’s mouth even as General Moon lazily leaned onto her back and clung tightly to her naked breasts. Pinned in place and wavering docilely on her hands and knees, Diana let the churchman piston in and out of her mouth like a man possessed. His hands clung to the hair at her temples as he abused her face. Over and over the huge dong for--d its way into the back of her throat, causing loud helpless gagging sounds and violent shaking from the overwhelmed Amazon princess. Finally the church plate had been passed around enough so the Cardinal’s joy was overflowing and he, too, came like thunder in Wonder Woman’s mouth, howling and grunting in his ecstasy She swallowed all she could but it wasn’t nearly enough and her nose and the corners of her mouth erupted with gooey white sprays of stringy male pleasure. Ultimately, when the Cardinal pulled out, Wonder Woman sank to her elbows and gagged up a large puddle of semen onto the stone terrace. Behind her, loose lumpy clots of jism also drained from her back hole. The famous Wonder Woman was a pathetic, used vision of absolute feminine degradation.
In the background Ulfa and Abal snuggled with and serviced Actaeon while Otwani and Zenda made out quietly.
Ultimately, after a brief rest for the sagging, spent heroine, the three guests set up a merry go round of sex. Two would have at Wonder Woman while the third rested. By the time one would climax the other was ready to take his place. And so the night went. Sheena left to lay on the ground while Wonder Woman was used by the men. When they were not erect, the men taught the amazon to tea bag them. Wonder Woman took turns until all three men had rested their balls inside her cheeks as if she were some kind of erotic chipmunk.
By the time the sun dawned. Wonder Woman was barely able to stand and walk. Finally it was almost over. Standing naked as the soft breeze blew against her, she stood and looked wearily at Actaeon.
“I think it is time to finish you off, Wonder Woman” and he crooked his finger to her.
Looking down like a chastened child, Wonder Woman stepped over Sheena, who groaned lightly, sleepy and emotionally battered.
“One more fuck, to TRY and knock you up, in front of witnesses” Actaeon smiled.
Wonder Woman hung her head and moved to stand over the prone Actaeon, who was lying on his back, arms crossed behind his head. Her eyes were pleading “How…can you do this?”
Actaeon chuckled “How can I? How can you deny men? Look at your friend Sheena, once you were all hot and bothered, you used her, Diana. I did not tell you to half suffocate her.
Wonder Woman looked as Zenda, still clad in Wonder Woman’s uniform, easily lifted Sheena and re shackled her to the Roman horse. Sheena was only now starting to come around.
Actaeon’s eyes shined with triumph “now unless you want to STAY...MOUNT me wench!”
Wonder Woman resigned herself, and, legs spread, she reached down to guide Actaeon back into her unprotected body. The Cardinal, General and Chief of Staff watched in happy exhaustion as Wonder Woman’s pussy lips were parted by Actaeon’s bulging purple cock head. Her lips offered little resistance as his shaft slipped into her body. She began to lift and lower herself up and down, grinding against Actaeon as she felt him inside her belly. Her ass hurt, and she was not in the slightest hungry from all the semen she had ingested. Actaeon groaned in erotic delight as he performed for the audience. As Wonder Woman road up and down his length he caressed her nipples, pressing his face between her breasts and suckling at her tits.
As he was aroused by his Amazon slave Actaeon began to thrust in counter point to Wonder Woman. Her juices running down his groin, nearing his climax, Actaeon panted “Watch gentleman, as…you see how...an Amazon is...tamed.”
Actaeon’s back arched and he gripped his hips...pulling Wonder Woman down as his climax pulsed spraying his seed and painting her womb with it. Unprotected.
His climax finished, Diana raised herself. Meekly she knelt and begin licking her tongue along Actaeon’s shaft as the hunter began to converse with his three guests, ignoring her with a smirk. Her tongue ran over his cock head, and she pulled down his foreskin to make sure she had licked it clean. Next she bent down to lick at his balls, gently suckling each one into her cheeks until she had licked him completely clean, As if she had to apologize and clean her juices off him for having done this, and then moved to lick his feet like an obedient bitch dog.
After perhaps an hour of this, Wonder Woman felt Actaeon’s foot push her away. Ulfa and Abal sat one in each of his arms, and he snuggled them, caressing them. “Stand up, Wonder Woman.”
Wonder Woman stood slowly, obediently. Queen Zenda removed the Wonder Woman costume before donning her own jungle garb complete with the mane of Sheena’s lion as trim.
Actaeon kissed Ulfa softly. His three guests, their lust slaked, had redressed to listen.
“Okay, Diana,” he said, taking her costume, her girdle, tiara, boots, golden lasso and bracelets and throwing them at the Amazon’s feet. “Now get dressed and get out. Here is the deal. You are free to go. You will not be molested again, ever, so long as you NEVER interfere with me again.”
Wonder Woman, still stood and began to dress...stepping thru the leg holes of her body suit to get it on. The garment was still warm from Queen Zenda’s body and Wonder Woman could smell Zenda on the garments. As she did this Zenda touched Sheena’s necklace. There was a flash and the helpless Heroine was transformed by the Queen once again into a Bengal tiger, its fore paws shackled to the horse.
“You may continue to protect the city, the earth, I do not care, but if one of my operatives tells you the code word ‘Stag’ you will turn and leave and tell no one.”
General Moon looked nervous. “You expect her to keep…”
Actaeon stopped the general by holding up his hand. “You have just experienced Strike One, Diana. IF you fail to do this, or if you in any WAY try to expose me, or any of my associates, you will go to Strike Two.”
Wonder Woman picked up her golden Girdle, once she had it on all her powers would return. The Cardinal stepped forward and helped pull the zipper up on the back of Wonder Woman’s costume. Queen Zenda’s movement caught her eyes. The Queen was fitting a muzzle over the Tigress’s head that was Sheena. Zenda hooked her leash back to the tigress, and then UNHOOKED the white tiger that had sat by her throne. She smiled and said to the Tiger “get her.”
The male tiger shot up and reared…leaping on Sheena’s furry back. Wonder Woman could see the males pointed tip probing as it tried to move Sheena’s tail out of the way. Sheena was just awakening and groaned, trying to move, but between not having been a tiger all her life and the shackles...she was helpless beneath the beast.
A sudden sting of a riding crop against her flank brought Diana’s attention back to Actaeon “If I do not have your attention…” he warned “before you put on that belt…consider. You will have your powers back, if you attack me, you MIGHT win...but if you do not. I will finish my enslave process. What you see in Sheena is Strike Two. She will be my slave or slave to whomever I sell her to forever. I will STILL allow her to protect the innocent, so long as she does it MY way, and she actively services whomever I say or allow.”
Actaeon let that sink in, as Wonder Woman stood her belt in hand not yet around her waist. “And just so you know, I am HOPING you will go to Strike Three. Strike Three and your out, meaning I will make you a slave forever, AND...I get what I am really after. I want your Mother, Wonder Woman, I want to put Hippolyta down on the ground as my little sex bunny forever. You piss me off a third time by trying to escape, or trying to oppose me, and I will take your precious Paradise Island and every last Amazon on it!”
Diana stood stunned, how could he think…. Hera herself would intervene…could he really… To her right, there was a snarl. The white tiger had won, his length found the Bengal tigress and Wonder woman could see the big animal hunch forward on its hind legs, it’s red length disappearing into Sheena’s tigress body as it humped actively, it’s paws gripping Sheena by the shoulder as it covered her. Otwani smiled watching as Zenda held the leash connected to Sheena’s throat “Do not worry about her, she will come to enjoy her new life…she was only punished tonight because of you….she now knows you will NOT be coming to save her.”
Wonder Woman fastened the belt around her waist, and slipped on her Tiara, and bracelets, hanging her lasso on her hip, and then bending to tug on the red boots. It felt, odd to be clothed now, confining, and restrictive. She had been naked for a month straight.
She felt the surge of strength as her powers retuned. Wonder Woman contemplated for a moment: they were all ordinary, with the exception of Zenda none of them had powers. But...she had under estimated him before, if she attacked and lost...did she want to risk THAT much. She looked down at her flat stomach, she may be with child at this moment, the bastard had sure tried….
Actaeon curled his lip at her in disgust, as the tiger continued to drill his tigress. Diana stammered “You…you blistered my ass how am I to sit in my invisible jet? Where is it?”
Actaeon sneered again, “Not my problem, and if you’re still here in ten minutes, you STAY. So, thanks for the fuck, now get out. And, by the way, NEVER trespass on my property again.”
Angry, frustrated, hurt, confused, Wonder Woman glanced at the rutting tiger, and walked toward the gate. Every guard and guest leered at her, and she blushed feeling self-conscious. The plane was where Actaeon had said, she now controlled it once more. She had to use her legs to keep her ass off the seat…but she was finally airborne. Below her, the men all waved, smiling smugly. The last thing Diana saw was the white tiger snarl and thrust climaxing into his tigress.
Wonder Woman, beat her fists in frustration against the jet, but she finally could do nothing else...but set a course for New York.

Ok. To all my fans, first a very PROFOUND apology at how long it took me to get this out. I am with the U.S. Army and I am training for a deployment. That’s the BAD news, the good news is, once I finally GET where I am going, I will still have independent access, and I think I will be able to continue much easier than the last month has been. I also wish to express my INTENS gratitude to Dr. D. I spent till 1:30 AM getting this story ready so that I did not have to wait another 2 weeks, and when he read it, he spent the next 4 hours editing and tweaking it where I had gotten lazy .
Once again I’d like to plead to you, my fans, to contact me at lordgriffin@wowway.com with your comments, and most of all, Suggestions. Specific things that you liked disliked or things I have inspired in you that you would like to SEE me write about. I have included quite a few suggestions into this story as well.
I’d also like to say, I do NOT feel this is my best work. It felt to me as sorta a “fuck fest” unfortunately it felt like I was Dragging WW’s ordeal on too long to be able to both advance the plot AND have the sex scenes I wanted / needed for the next step in the plot….Yes you heard it this story is FAR from over….this is just the first phase. As I have explained before, I am writing this to try and show my fellow writers, that you do not have to be AFRAID to do things logically. You’re NOT going to run out of heroines or things to write about….Let me know if I am achieving my goal.
For now, Wonder Woman is going to be shown a bit less (she is not going away completely) but the next chapter has to bring up the plot line to match where Wonder Woman is now. There will still be plenty of sex, and I think you will like if my fans stay with me.