Wondra in Trapped on the Cat Walk

Monica Ross was fuming, sitting next to her fellow archeologist at the University of New Mexico, Richard Arden. A big time fashion show had come to the University of New Mexico, and they were sitting in the front row, watching a line-up of tall young and beautiful models walk in sexy lingerie -- silky red and black panties and bras -- up and down a makeshift catwalk in the school's gym. Rock and roll music was blaring out of some speakers. The male students were visibly excited, staring at the beauties as they strutted their curvy stuff. But Richard, a man Monica cared for, was barely able to keep his eyes off the show. He was a bad as the college-aged guys!


"It is hard not to enjoy this," said Richard to Monica, when she shot him a look of disapproval. He wished the superheroine Wondra was up there -- she was the only woman he knew who was more attractive than the women up on stage. She was an unattainable vision of sexuality, her amazing cleavage and shapely legs wrapped in a snug gold bra, tight hot pants, and calf length boots. He looked over at Monica, an unappealing blonde who could lose a few pounds and needed lots of make-up. A good colleague, Monica, but not the glamorous type, not girl friend material.



As Richard thought this a redheaded model winked at him as she walked by, bumping her hips and pouting her full red lips. Arden was too smitten to see that she had thrown a note to a beautiful young woman who was sitting next to Monica. The student didn't see the paper -- but Monica did.



"Help," the note read, "I am being held against my will. Please come and see me." It was signed Milena. "What could this mean?," thought Wondra. A large man came behind her, plucked the note out of her hand, and put it into his pocket. "This was not meant for you," he shouted, before walking away. Something is not right, thought Monica. When the show was over she introduced herself to the guy, who was standing by the stage. "I am Jon Joris, owner of this modeling show," he explained, "and the note was nothing but a joke. Think nothing of it, Professor Ross." "The note was not meant for you," thought Joris, looking at the ordinary blonde as she walked away, "it was meant as bait for the beauty next to you."



"I'm going to talk to Milena…as Wondra," thought Monica. She asked around and found out that the models were staying on the 7th floor of the Rex, a well known Santa Fe hotel. She was going to leave with Richard, but he was talking intently to one of the models. "Men can be so inconsiderate," said Monica to herself as she walked home, alone.



Later that night



"Wake up, something is really strange on the video monitor," said an assistant, Butler, to Jon Joris, who was asleep on a couch in their Rex hotel room. They usually keep a visual eye on the girls, making sure there were no attempts to escape. Not that any tries had been successful. The men couldn't believe their eyes -- Wondra had flown in through a window on the 7th floor. The tall brunette beauty walked over to one of the rooms, guarded by the hotel police. "What in the..?" the guy said before Wondra, with a flick of her hand on his head, knocked him cold.



The superheroine walked into the room and found four of the models, awake and still in the lingerie they had modeled that evening. "Sorry to interrupt," Wondra said gently to the surprised women, assuming her relaxed pose, hands on hips and legs slightly apart, "but is Milena here? I want to talk to her." "No," said an attractive blonde, "she is in the room down the hall." "Are you being held against your will, made to model for this Jon Joris?," asked Monica before leaving, "I have reason to believe this." The women nodded no. Wondra looked suspicious, but decided to talk to Milena first.



"We have got to get out of here, this woman can fly, she's got the strength of an army," shouted Butler to Joris, who silently watched the scene on the monitor. "But look at that body, she is better built than any of the women in the room. Think how much we can make if we can control her," Jon said slowly, thinking up a plan that would trap the super beauty. "You call the hotel cops," he ordered, "they should slow her up for awhile. I will talk to Milena and then the other girls on their cell phones. Milena will be prepared when Wondra comes in." Butler looked worried but did as he was told, calling the hotel police and telling them a strange woman in costume was stalking the models.



"Look, Wondra, you aren't authorized to be here," said a guard to Monica as he grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking into Milena's room. Wondra turned around in annoyance: there were three men, with guns drawn, standing around her. "Look, we don't want trouble, just leave and get permission…," said the guard closest to her, before Monica kicked him against the wall with a quick flick of her leg. The other men were frozen in fear. "I have reason to believe that this young woman is being held against her will and I must see her," Wondra said, a smile on her face, " I suggest you leave before you are hurt." The two men looked at each other.



"Look, bitch," said one, "you can't do this to us. We are trained." Before the guard could finish his sentence he was hurled across the hall, landing unconscious with a thump on the floor. "Now, what do you have to say?," said Monica, with a yawn, to the other guard, who took off down the hall, running as fast as he could. "Men are weaklings," she said to herself, "I have yet to find my match among them. Stupid and lust-filled." She thought of Richard Arden for a moment, felt her breasts tingle, and walked into the room. She was not beyond thinking of romance. But she must not let that stop her from becoming too weak to fight evil.



A young woman was sitting on the bed, waiting for Wondra. She was impressed with what she saw: a statuesque, raven-haired beauty, in gold bra, boots, and hot pants, her strong legs and massive chest suggesting both sensuality and great power. "Milena, a friend got your note at the modeling show this evening," said Monica. "Yes," said Milena, standing up, "I am glad you are here Wondra, I am being held captive."



"But why can't you get away," said Wondra with a note of surprise in her voice, "nothing is keeping you from leaving this room?" "Nothing but the lingerie," the redhead said, pointing to her lacy bra and panties, which were clinging to her tall and shapely body, hugging her large breasts and curvy waist. "There is something in the clothes that make women weak and obedient to men, makes us feel pleasure at having them watch and touch us. Can't take them off -- it is as if we are addicted to them!"



Wondra put her hands on her hips, parted her muscular yet sleek legs and smiled. "By the gods, that clothing would even tame me," she said to Milena, thinking she was a friend. "I must keep my mind off man's touch if I am to keep my super powers. If I think of men stimulating me sexually, I become weak. I am going to liberate all of you. And then the police will take care of Joris."



Milena smiled, knowing now that the trap would work and walked over to her closet. "I just have to get a few things, Wondra," she said. The superwoman of Santa Fe waited for a moment, until she heard a thump. "Are you all right?," asked the superheroine as she raced forward, concerned. She was greeted with a bra thrust into her face, a pad soaked in chloroform attached to the cup. "Contact with the bra is enough to make you think of man's touch, Wondra" hissed Milena, "and the chloroform should make you manageable so Joris can tame you completely." The model wrapped one hand around the back of Monica's head -- the other held the bra tightly over her nose and mouth.



"Uhhuhhh.. uhuhhuh.." said Wondra, staggering back, trying to wrench the bra and pad away from her face. Milena was right -- somehow the contact with the bra was making Monica think of Richard. He was holding her helpless, rubbing her breasts. She was being turned-on! Seeing the superheroine hesitate, Milena placed a leg behind her gold boots and the pair fell to the ground, the model continuing to hold the chloroform pad tightly over Wondra face, watching for signs of weakness. She grinned as she saw Monica's eyes flicker and her her head nod. Twisting and struggling to break free, Wondra's shapely long legs stretched and kicked across the floor. But she was becoming groggier and groggier.



"Uhhuhhh..uhuhhhuh…" moaned Wondra, who couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her body as heavy as lead. The chloroform was working fast because she couldn't get her mind off man's touch.



Seeing that her prey was becoming sleepy, Milena removed the bra and pad, but kept them close to Monica's beautiful face. "Why are you doing this?..I wanted..to rescue you.." asked Wondra, dazed, her head shaking from side to side. "You will save me, Wondra, but by taking my place as a model for Joris," the woman said, seeing that the woman's nipples were semi-hard, poking through her golden top. "Joris will keep you helpless thinking about giving your body to men," said Milena, "but I want to make sure you cannot escape. Tell me the secret of your super power, how can he remove it?" She pressed the bra and chloroform pad into Monica's face: "Tell me or I will never remove the pad."



In her confused mind Wondra thought that her only chance to escape was to remain conscious. She decided to buy some time and give away her secrets. When Milena lifted the bra, Monica said, softly, "remove my bracelet, and my powers are gone. Breasts are vulnerable to man's touch. I am a virgin -- I lose my powers forever if man takes my body." Milena removed the bracelet and smiled. Wondra only had normal strength now. "Come in, Jon," she cried.



Joris walked in holding a lacy black bra and panties. Wondra's eyes opened wide in fright seeing them in his hands. She made a renewed struggle to break out of Milena's tight grip. "I have seen everything on the video monitor. Good work Milena: once I place this special pair of bra and panties on Wondra you are free to go." Monica tried to wriggle out Milena's arms, tried to clear her head and break free. But Joris quickly bent down and removed the golden top, a "W" on the front of each breast, placing the heroine's cleavage firmly in the cups of the black bra. Giant waves of pleasure swept through Wondra's awesome chest -- it felt as if the hands of hundreds of men were caressing her large breasts, their lips sucking her nipples. Her chest was filled with sensations of fire and ice.



"Feel soooo..strange.." moaned Wondra. "Don't fight the feeling of contentment, super beauty," whispered Joris, who placed his hand under the bra and stroked her breasts, circling her nipples with her fingers over and over. "I must dominate men..stronger than men..cannot be defeated by men..will become slave," the superheroine moaned.



But the effect of Joris's hands on Wondra was hypnotic -- she slowly stopped struggling and began to moan and groan with erotic pleasure. Thoughts of super strong men caressing her body filled her mind. She could think of nothing else, not even escape! "This bra packs twice the usual strength, and without your powers you cannot fight its addictive effects," said Joris. Her nipples had become hard enough to cut metal. "Yes..you have tamed me..breasts are so weak..you ..villain," whispered Wondra.



"Now to complete your taming," said Joris. He removed her gold boots and pulled her hot pants over her muscular thighs and calves. "You have a magnificent body," Joris said as he tugged the black panties up over her shapely legs and onto her bottom. Wondra was too weak to fight -- her body felt as if it was floating in the air. She felt her vagina become light and sensitive. "You will enjoy working for me," said Joris, taking a small spray can out of his pocket. He shook it for a moment and then lifted the black panty and sprayed Wondra's bottom. "This is a powerful pheromone," he said, "it will ensure you become addicted to the feeling of pleasure. You will want to wear this lingerie all the time, you will want men to see you wearing it, you will dream of men touching you."



"No..no..too..much..becoming tamed," cried Wondra as she felt her vagina fill with a pleasure she never wanted to end. Joris stroked her panties, exerting the same hypnotic effect as he did on her breasts. Joris then sprayed both of her large breasts, taking time to stroke her nipples, making them even harder. Milena watched with satisfaction as she saw Wondra become docile and weak.



In her sexually stimulated mind, the superheroine thought that Joris was Richard, that it was his hands caressing on her body. She never wanted him to stop touching her breasts. She dreamed of Richard removing her powers, keeping her captive. "Yes..want this pleasure..forever," said Monica, now in a deep erotic spell, trapped in her fantasies of being helpless in the power of men.



"Repeat after me, Wondra," said Joris, his voice becoming hard and commanding. "Joris is strong and Wondra is weak.. she must obey...Joris is strong and Wondra is weak..she must obey." Monica repeated, softly, "Joris is strong and Wondra is weak..I must obey." Joris took the bra out of Milena's hand and sprayed a generous amount of the pheromone in the chloroformed pad.



"Sleep..sleep..sleep," said Milena to Wondra, pressing the bra filled with chloroform and the pheromone into her face. Monica's eyes slowly closed as she mumbled the words "Joris is strong and Wondra is weak." She was in a deep sleep. The model tied the bra around Wondra's head. "This should keep her drugged for hours," she said to the mastermind. "Yes, and that will give the pheromone and the lingerie time to exert unbreakable control over her body and mind," said Joris, who slipped the bracelet over Monica's wrist.



"Why are you doing that? It will give her back her super powers" asked Milena as she gathered her things to leave. "I could take her and remove her super strength," Joris said thoughtfully as she looked down at the unconscious beauty at his feet, "but I want to use those amazing powers for my own benefit. She will be a superheroine and a supermodel -- serving me!"



"Enjoy your modeling career," said Milena to Wondra as she left the room, laughing. Butler entered the room with a smile: "So you won, we have Wondra. She is worth millions." Joris had lifted the muscular but sexy beauty unto the hotel room bed. He sat by her side, making sure she was breathing in the pheromones.



"Uhhh..must..uhhhhh," Monica moaned, the chloroform pad still wrapped tightly over her face. "You do not have the strength to fight," whispered Joris in her ear as he gently stroked her breasts, making sure Wondra's nipples remained hard, "all you can think of is man's touch..only of pleasure and sleep." The superheroine's head dipped to the side. She was completely unconscious, her mind helpless before the power of the lingerie and pheromones.



"Tomorrow we will hold a press conference," said Joris, "and our new supermodel will announce to the world she is giving up crime fighting to work for me." Butler laughed as Joris occasionally stroked Monica's breasts, enslaving her to pleasure and to him.

To be continued