Justice Club Six:
Wonder Woman and more

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Story © Steve Zink and Yenoc with help from Super Hero

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the authors.

This story contains sexual material and is to be read by adults only. Well, here it is at last. Part 6A, ready to read. This story comes to you thanks to the talent of my coauthor on the series, Steve.

He can be reached at the address below. Steve did a fantastic job on the story, and I can't thank him enough for helping me with the series. So read it and enjoy. Drop Steve a line if you want to comment on the story. Thanks a lot, buddy. Yenoc.


Wonder Woman was in her townhouse in Washington, DC as her alter ego, Diana Prince. She was watching the news on TV after eating dinner on Friday evening. It seemed like every item in the news was bad news, be it crime, natural disasters or international strife. Diana started to wonder if there would ever be a break in the action for Wonder Woman or any of the other members of the Justice League, or any of the other heroes, for that matter.

This made her think of her little sister, Drusilla. Once again, Diana made note of the fact that Dru hadn't been seen or heard from for over a month.

Her sister had a habit of getting herself lost in man's world while engaged in her studies at college, and learning about the wily ways of the young men with whom she was in constant contact. It sometimes made Diana wonder about the decision her mother, Queen Hippolyta, had made in allowing Dru to come to man's world before her training as an Amazon was completed. Physically, her sister was as strong or stronger than any of the Amazons on Paradise Island, but mentally, she was still a naive teenaged girl.

Even in some of her more adventurous forays, Wonder Girl had never waited this long to get word to her about her doings. Sometimes, Diana got the impression that Drusilla was just trying to show that she was as good as her, and rubbing it in her nose to show that she wouldn't be taking any more of her 'big sister' counseling and berating. Diana knew that the day would eventually come when Wonder Girl would be on her own, but for now, she was still a youngster in training.

Little did Wonder Woman know what kind of training her little sister was getting at just that moment.

* * * * *

At the Justice Club, Thorne was gloating over his recent acquisition of Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk. With both She-Hulk and Caitlin Fairchild in his control, the club would be almost invincible. They made unbelievably good strippers, and the crowds went wild at the super strength shows they did. Of course, this strength was the key to Thorne's security, in that it made the club almost invincible to physical threats. As a plus, they were also fantastic strippers!

Thorne had plans to add to his pool of super powered strippers, however. Ever since gaining his first actual heroine for the shows, Wonder Girl, he had dreamed of getting her older sister Wonder Woman into the act, also. As much as Thorne enjoyed the strength and power of She-Hulk and Caitlin, an enslaved Wonder Woman would make them look like pansies.

The problem Thorne had was in finding a suitable way to get the Amazon into his clutches. She was a heroine with many years of experience, and would not fall prey to any simple traps.

It was while watching the show the Friday before that the inspiration hit him. He had watched Wonder Girl performing, drawing huge raves from the audience. The next act was Catwoman and Batgirl, more properly known as her new identity, Anygirl. Anygirl had dressed herself in her own Catwoman costume, and had Selina in her Catwoman costume acting as the submissive in a bondage and disciple show. Catwoman had been trained by Anygirl to be her willing slave, and eagerly acted out the scenes using whips, paddles, canes and crops. By this time, Barbara had given in to her master's wishes and allowed Selina to become Catwoman in the outside world. The striptease performed by both, derived from the B&D scene, had the crowd on its feet, clamoring for more.

As the two performers were leaving the stage, with the announcer saying that She-Hulk would be on after a short break, Thorne went back to his office. He had his aide summon Drusilla and Barbara to join him.

Barbara was still quite sweaty and tired from her just finished act with Selina, her hair still a mess from being under the black wig, but went to her master's office right away when she got the word that he was looking for her. Drusilla had time to clean up after her act, and was fresh and clean as she joined Barbara in the hallway just outside his door. Neither had any idea why they were being called together to Thorne's office.

Thorne looked up as his star acts opened his door. "My dears, please have a seat," he said, waving his hand toward the couch, which doubled as a fold out bed, on the side wall. "The crowds have been crying out for more of your fantastic shows. I wish I could clone your bodies. I do, however, have a plan to get new help in the shows. Wonder Girl, do you have any ways of reaching your sister, Wonder Woman?"

"Sure, Master, it's easy to call her on the phone," Dru replied. "Are you going to have that bitch join us?"

Thorne folded his massive hands on his desk, a grin forming on his face. "Oh my, Wonder Girl," he said, "do I detect a note of animosity toward your sister? Yes, indeed, I am working on the plan to get Wonder Woman into our clutches. Barbara," he said, turning toward the redhead, "you are a key figure in this plan. I need you to do two things."

As Barbara nodded, Thorne continued, "Your costuming skill will be put to the test, at least twice. I also want you to teach Drusilla as much of your domination skills as you can in as few days as possible."

The two girls looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces, then turned back to face their master. He told them, "We will lure Wonder Woman to the Justice Club by having her think that Wonder Girl is in danger. When we get her here, I will personally debase her and make her a willing participant in our show, but before that, her will to fight needs to be broken. Wonder Girl, I'll bet you'd just love to show your older sister who's in charge now, wouldn't you?"

Wonder Girl grinned from ear to ear, a look of glee on her face. "I've taken so much shit from that sanctimonious Amazon bitch that I would love to make her beg for mercy!"

Barbara turned to the eager raven haired teenager, and laid a hand on her lap, pressing firmly. "To do that, Drusilla, you have to learn how to do it properly. The first step is for you to become the recipient of your dominant teacher's ministrations. Oh, this will be fun!"

Drusilla started her training that same evening.

Barbara rose from her seat, and took Dru's left hand into her right. She gave a slight tug, and said, "Come, Drusilla, it is time turn you into a woman that will project fear into your lessers!" Dru stood and followed her new mistress into the hallway, where she was led to the specially equipped room that Thorne had installed for Barbara's usage after her upstate conversion of Catwoman.

Dru's jaw dropped in awe when she saw the interior of the room to which she was led. It was a fully equipped dungeon, with concrete floor, walls and ceiling. There were eyehooks and rings mounted in the concrete itself along all four walls and the ceiling, along with an X-frame, sawhorses, an inclined table, and a rack containing every possible type of punishment tool. "Ah, I see that Thorne has made all the changes I requested!" Barbara mused.

Barbara left Dru to marvel at the sight before her eyes, and entered a side room through a door along one wall. There she took a quick rinsing shower, and after drying, put on her black leather catsuit. It took her a few minutes to tighten and knot the laces on her arms and legs, but the effect of the resulting sight was worth the effort. She pulled on her new black knee high boots, and laced them on up the fronts. Her gloves were a simpler matter, and were pulled over her hands and just past her elbows. The last item she donned was a cowl totally unlike any she'd ever worn as Batgirl. Her hair was drawn through the hole at the top, and cascaded down her back from there. The cowl itself covered the upper half of her face with evil looking eyeholes, and it laced down the back, enclosing her head tightly.

Barbara stepped back out into the dungeon, her heels clacking loudly. This drew Dru's attention, and she turned to look. Her jaw dropped once more. Barbara was taking a whip, crop and paddle from the rack. She turned and said, "On your knees, slave!"

Dru knew better than to even think twice, and dropped in front of the vision in black before her eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, a note of fear in her voice.

"Is that any way to address your Mistress?" Barbara yelled as she slapped Dru across the face. "You will address me as Mistress, is that clear?"

"Yes," Dru meekly responded.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Dru was stipped of her clothes, and given a thorough introduction to every facet of the dungeon, experiencing the pain that could be given by an experienced domina, with actually harming the subject. It was very late in the evening, actually early in the next morning, when Mistress Barbara had finished giving Drusilla her first taste of raw feminine power. The young Amazon took it all in stride, noting every detail of how she was handled by her Mistress.

Both women were given Saturday night off at the club, much to the regret of the regular clients, and were able to discuss the finer points of what Dru had undergone the night before throughout the day after sleeping in. This was the more important attitude training that was vital for Dru to have, if she was to become an adequate dominatrix in only a week. Barbara was so satisfied with her student's progress that she got a special audience with Thorne late in the evening.

It was decided that before Wonder Girl would take on her sister, she should be given a trial run on a weaker willed woman. Thorne had already been considering another acquisition for the club's harem of heroines, and told Barbara that there was a ditzy blonde running around New York. She was bothering Spider-Man for the most part, and called herself the White Rabbit. She would be Drusilla's practice piece.

* * * * *

After Sunday night's show, Barbara made a point of letting Selina hit the showers first, while she waited for Drusilla to finish her own act. As Wonder Girl came down from the stage, Barbara motioned for her to join her. The mistress and her pupil headed for the showers, with Barbara saying, "There is one slight problem in giving you some practice this week, before taking on your sister next weekend."

"What would that be, mistress?" Dru replied in correct form.

"The only submissive female currently on hand is Catwoman. She is my own pet, and I do not wish to share her," the redhead said as she pushed open the door to the shower room. "If you care to take a shower with me, I will tell you what Mr. Thorne has come up with to help you."

Wonder Girl followed her through the door, and as she started to remove her costume, she replied, "I would be honored. Caitlin and Jennifer are having a grand time keeping the crowd happy in their combined Fairchild and She-Hulk act, so we have time to enjoy the steamy water."

The two ex-heroines stripped off their costumes and hung them on the hooks above the bench along the wall. The shower room was set up similarly to that in a high school gym, designed to allow a number of people to get wet and wild at the same time. When the two of them turned and entered the spray area, Selina was just finishing. She grabbed the soap bar and a clean washcloth and proffered them to Barbara, "Here you are, Mistress!"

Barbara crossed her hands instead of opening them to accept the supplies, and said, "Thank you, Selina, you may now wash me."

Drusilla watched as Catwoman waited while her mistress ducked into the steamy water to get wet, then started to soap her down, going from the legs up. "It sure would be nice to have my older sister doing that for me," she noted.

"Yes, it's especially nice when she cleans my insides," Barbara replied. Taking her hand and putting it under Selina's chin, she said, "Kitten, clean my pussy! Make it perfect. I want to please our master."

As Catwoman's tongue went to work, lapping like a kitten's in milk, Barbara continued, "I know Wonder Woman would be head...ohhhhh...strong and tough to control. So...ohhhhhhhh...aaahhhhh...we have someone in mind that Thorne wouldn't care about if you messed up in training."

"Who's that?" Dru replied, trying not to giggle as she watched her mistress almost lose herself from the stimulation she was getting.

"Just someone...ooooooo...who I think my pet cat," Barbara said as she patted Selina's head, "would enjoy catching!"

* * * * *

Monday afternoon, Catwoman found herself in a seedy storeroom after finding an ad and calling in responce. It was the makeshift HQ for the White Rabbit.

"What do you mean," cried a shrieking voice, "that you don't want to help me to pull off this bank robbery? I've read that you've gone so far as to take part in taking over a train! How hard can a bank be?"

Catwoman crossed her arms, taking in the physical appearance of her questioner. The White Rabbit made her think of Joker, with her face done up in chalk white. But whereas his face looked hideous, hers was gorgeous, even if it was white. Her eyes and lips had on the usual makeup, and her long red hair rivalled her mistress's mane. She had a pair of white rabbit ears coming up from the back of her scalp, and a big red bow was attached to the front of the white choker drawn around her fleshtone neck. White panties and a white bodice covered her torso, or at least, the bottom of it, since her huge boobs seemed to spilling out the top of the bodice. She was wearing a blue plaid coat over this, with white gloves on her hands and knee high furry white boots with stiletto heels on her feet.

Selina could see why Thorne wanted her in the club. "Hey, my reputation is bigger than reality," she replied. "What did you expect, when you advertised for help in Variety?" She chuckled for the first time since becoming Thorne's slave. None of White Rabbit's gang of incompetents was there for the meeting. "I'm not going to help you rob a bank, I'm going to rob you!"

Catwoman did a double somersault toward her prey, landing at a spot directly in front of her. White Rabbit had no time to grab any of her fancy toys or weapons, and as a hand to hand combatant, was no match for the purple clad wildcat. Selina never even had to bare her claws. A few well placed slaps and backhanded blows to the ditzy redhead's noggin made her so woozy that she fell in a feint before Catwoman could ball up a fist. Selina felt disappointed. "I sure hope Thorne wanted you for looks, and not for stamina!"

Looking around the room, Selina found a huge hollow mushroom made of stiff felt and foam. She squeezed the inert form of White Rabbit into the center of the mushroom, then placed it on a pull cart. She pulled off her costume's cowl and gloves, and put them into the sack she'd brought along. Selina pulled a blue blouse and black skirt out of the sack, and put them over her catsuit. As she left the building, Selina appeared to be a stagehand in some awesome boots pulling along a prop for a show.

A Justice Club van approached the raven haired beauty, and parked nearby. The mushroom was hefted into the back of the van, and she hopped into the passenger seat up front to bring her quarry back to the club. She turned to the driver and said, "Piece of cake!"

* * * * *

That same night, White Rabbit found herself naked and shackled to an X-frame. Her abductor was similarly unclad, and restrained the same way. Catwoman had come into the dungeon after the evening's show, whereas White Rabbit had been strung up there all day. Barbara came out of her sideroom in her new black costume, while Dru followed her dressed in just a black leotard. Selina was looking forward to the treatment Barbara was going to give her, while White Rabbit looked on in fear at the vision of Dru following her Mistress's every move. As the night wore on, Dru became more and more adept at delivering measured doses of humiliation and punishment. When the night ended, the bunny was as conditioned as Selina had become after her first session at Barbara's hands.

For the rest of the week, Dru practiced on her own, no longer needing any guidance or watchful help. White Rabbit rapidly lost the ditzy demeanor she'd presented to the world earlier, and became a willing servant of her new Mistress and by default, Thorne. He had decided to utilize the buxom redhead as a bunny waitress, able to get close to each table and ascertain what was needed or if anything nefarious was being planned. She would eventually graduate from being a table to table spy to a full fledged stripper on the stage, once he'd put her under his spell.

Thorne was going to be pleasantly surprised when he found that Dru had completely debased and mindswiped the bunny on her own. The Justice Club was ready to take on Wonder Woman.

* * * * *

Diana arose early on Saturday morning, saw that the squawk box had no messages of impending doom or international crises that required the help of IADC agent Diana Prince, and spun into her Wonder Woman costume. She just loved the way she could change clothes so much easier than the average woman.

At about the same moment, Anygirl was dressing as a slightly more than average woman, putting on the black wig to complete her Wonder Girl disguise, while She-Hulk and Caitlin were pulling the tight cowls over their heads, sealing themselves in head to toe black leather.

Many a man would have given anything to see the Amazon princess decked out in her red, white, blue and gold finery, standing at the range top in her spike heeled boots, making scrambled eggs. Wonder Woman gave this picture no thought, since to her it was merely a way to be ready to go at a moment's notice if a call for her aid came in.

No such calls came, but while Diana was eating her breakfast, the fax on her squawk box started to hum, and a single piece of paper slid out.

When Wonder Woman rose to get the fax, she was puzzled to see that it was written in ancient Greek. This, for her, was almost as good as any code, since very few people could understand the odd form of Cyrillic characters. Then it dawned on Diana just who would send her a message in this non-coded code.

The message was from Wonder Girl! It was brief, but roughly translated, it had the following information: Diana, I'm in danger. Protected for now. Try to join on Big Apple's Broadway, five blocks north of Central Park at 5 past dawn. Watch out for traps. Dru

Checking the clock on the wall, Diana saw that it was already 9AM, four hours past dawn. She'd have to hurry to get to New York in an hour. Quickly scarfing down the last of the eggs and throwing the dishes into the sink, Wonder Woman hit a button on the squawk box to bring her invisible plane to the roof of her apartment complex.

* * * * *

On any given Saturday morning, the sight of Wonder Woman exiting from the fire escape shaft onto the roof of the building would draw lots of gaping eyes, so Diana threw an overcoat over her garish costume before going up to the roof. The plane was invisible to human eyes, of course, so it's arrival would be unnoticed by neighbors who were used to the sound of jet engines from the nearby Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

The military would give anything to have a jet that not only could take off and land vertically and fly at Mach 3, but was cloaked from human eyes and had Amazon electronics onboard to shield it from radar and other detection devices. Even being on the good guy's side, however, Wonder Woman was bound by Amazon law to keep the plane and its secrets out of human hands. She climbed the ladder into the cockpit of her jet, shucking the overcoat since only her head could be seen above the sill of the cockpit, then closed the canopy.

The invisible plane scooted out of the DC air traffic mess at low level, then did a zoom climb to 60,000 feet to go into a ballistic arc descending toward the Big Apple. At her speed, Wonder Woman figured she'd be coming down over Central Park ten minutes before 10. Her years of dead reckoning, backed up by a brand new GPS receiver obtained from her Amazon sisters in the labs on Paradise Island, were right on the money. Diana had the jet go into a holding area outside the city after she debarked in Central Park.

Using her own flying skills, Wonder Woman rose into the skies through some trees to avoid making a scene, then rode the winds toward the intersection her sister had mentioned. She spotted the red, white and blue clad figure of Wonder Girl crouched next to the trailer of a moving van, and dove to the spot.

Wonder Woman had no sooner touched down on her extended toes when she found herself being ensnared in two bolos tossed from her sides. Easily breaking the ropes of the bolos, Diana looked to each side to see where they'd come from. Two larger than normal, well endowed women covered from head to toe in black leather costumes that hid all of their features, were advancing on her with lassos spinning over their heads. She waited for them to get a bit closer, and as soon as the ropes came within reach, Wonder Woman reached up to grab each lasso.

Instead of the lassos snaring the Amazon, they were yanked by her to bring the two black beauties off their precariously high heels and falling head first toward each other. Jennifer and Caitlin shook off the comparatively light taps they'd just taken, and took turns aiming black clad clenched fists at the Amazon's chin and midsection. Wonder Woman returned a few well placed punches to She-Hulk, giving her a swollen cheek and a black eye, before she herself fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of her after the repeated heavy blows.

While Diana was still stunned, Caitlin reached into a pouch at her side and pulled out a tiny bug which she attached to the fallen heroine's left boot heel. Wonder Woman shook off the blows, stunned at the power she'd felt in each punch, then jumped free. The ladies in black smiled at each other as they watched Wonder Woman leap toward the figure crouched next to the trailer. They let her go. Their part of the mission had been completed exactly as planned.

Wonder Woman landed adjacent to her sister, or rather, a person she thought was her sister.

Wonder Woman doubled over as she was struck twice in the stomach with a pair of quick judu punches. Reacting instinctively, she threw her arms out in a defensive pose, then returned the punches to the young woman standing next to her, ready to resume her assault. Wonder Woman's jabs connected, and her attacker fell back against the trailer.

Diana was shocked at being attacked by her own sister, then became even more confused when she saw the black wig on her attacker fall free as she slid down the side of the truck. The shocking red mane which came free looked somehow familiar to Wonder Woman, but she didn't have time to think about that with two other super powered women in black leather behind her. She was sure that the trap she'd walked into was continuing, and decided to get away while she could.

Summoning her jet, Wonder Woman made her way to a clearing large enough and brought it down. Setting record times in boarding, she shot straight up out of the area, trusting the plane's avionics to avoid the airliners swarming around her. At an altitude that would have put an SR-71 to shame, Wonder Woman levelled off. She was so scared that she found herself looking down upon a very nicely curved horizon, with Europe visible to the east on the rim. Her body ached all over.

Torn between deciding on going back to DC or going to the JLA, Diana decided to keep this one close and pushed the nose down toward Washington.

* * * * *

Diana heard an alarm go off when she deplaned and entered her apartment. The security system had detected the bug on her heel, and by sound modulation, given her an idea of where to look for it. The tiny transmitter was found on the inner curve of her left heel. She tore it away, then stomped on it to crush it. Wonder Woman then spent Saturday afternoon and evening nursing bruises the likes of which she'd never before experienced. "Who were those black leather powerhouses," she wondered, "and who was that pretending to be Drusilla?"

Her sister had to be in even more trouble than she originally imagined. Wonder Woman started to worry even more about her little sister's fate. When she got back home, Drusilla would be given a lesson in obedience she'd never forget.

Wonder Woman would soon find out that just the opposite was true -- when she got to where Drusilla was, she herself was going to be given a lesson in obedience the likes of which she'd never even dreamed.

* * * * *

Mary Jane Watson-Parker was working on that same Saturday morning. Some might not call what she did work, but after standing up straight and contorting into awkward poses as a model for five straight hours at a time, they would call it torture. She had received several lucrative deals over the past few years, but things were starting to slow down. Her agent had recently retired, and referred her to a new agent.

"We've got a great deal for you," the agent told MJ while chatting on the phone that afternoon after she got home. "Someone really wants you, mostly because of your hair. It's perfect for his needs. He's willing to go triple your normal rate. Triple for a Supermodel, babe. Just imagine my cut. It won't be anything bad, it's just great modeling for a poster." He then gave her names, location and phone number, which she noted on a scrap of paper.

Mary Jane looked at the address he'd given her. An exotic dance and strip club called Justice Club. Her husband, Peter, was away on a mission with Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. She and Spidey were busy trying to find Kraven the Hunter, so he would not get home until long after dinner time. MJ would have liked to have gotten his advise on this photo opportunity, but she would have to trust her own instincts on this one. As much as she wanted and needed the money to pay the mortgage, Mary Jane felt that nothing good could come from her posing for the raunchy club. MJ called the number at the club, and told them that she was unavailable for their poster.

"Just great," she whispered, "poster girl for a strip club." Apparently, she was going to have to get a new agent. The slip of paper dropped from her hand, and fell to the floor beneath the phone when she picked up the phone to call back her now ex-agent to tell him he wouldn't be hearing from her again.

Thorne was more than a bit disappointed to hear that Ms. Watson-Parker had turned down the offer that would have drawn her into his clutches the easy way. He then initiated plan B.

Spidey got back to the townhouse so late that evening that all the lights were out when he got there. He found his gorgeous wife already asleep, and kissed her lightly on her cheek so as not to disturb her. Before climbing into bed to join her, Peter scribbled a quick note to tell MJ that he and Felicia would be off again at daybreak to continue their hunt. Sundays and weekends meant nothing to supervillains, unfortunately.

* * * * *

When she awoke and found that Peter had left her sleeping in the bed on Sunday morning, Mary Jane scowled briefly before chalking it up to having married a superhero. She found his note, and hoped he'd make it back for Sunday dinner. She took a quick shower instead of the bath that she'd have prefered, then MJ went to church. Her Sunday was starting out about the same as usual.

It would not end that way.

* * * * *

Awake almost the whole night changing ice packs, Wonder Woman was at the bottom limits of her endurance on Sunday morning when she got a phone call. "Diana, it's me, for real this time," said Wonder Girl's voice. "The trap that was set up for you was beyond my control. I was nearly trapped myself by a woman who is your complete duplicate, dressed up in a Wonder Woman costume."

"Dru," Wonder Woman answered in a stressed voice, "where are you?"

"Safe, for now. I've got to talk fast. I've been tagged with a microscopic bug transmitter. I can't go out, or I'll be tracked. I have a friend here at the Justice Club; go in costume, you'll blend in better; ask for Barbara, and say you know of her friend Selina. She'll tell you more."

The line then went dead.

Diana held her phone out in front of her face, as if expecting it to bite after the way the call was terminated. Justice Club? How did Drusilla get involved with that? Wasn't that a strip joint and erotic dance studio, that had women dressed up as costumed heroines and villainesses on the stage? "Little sister, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" she whispered as she hung up the phone. After her own experience with bugs, she found it easy to believe Dru's story.

* * * * *

Three of the Club's enforcers, Bill, Mannie and Mack, put on grey coveralls with insignia showing them to be employees of the city's Sanitation Department. They grabbed a large sack, and got into one of the club's unmarked vans. Their destination was the townhouse where Mary Jane Watson-Parker lived. If she wouldn't come to Thorne willingly, she'd be taken unwillingly. They were under strict orders, however, to do no physical harm whatsoever to their target.

The three thugs were delighted to find Ms. Watson-Parker at home when they arrived around noon. They could see her sitting at a desk in one of the second floor rooms. Mack shut down the engine and set the parking brake, then Mannie grabbed the sack and went up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

It took a few moments for Mary Jane to get to the front door, and when the doorbell rang again just as she got there, she muttered, "Hold on, I'm coming!" and then peered through the viewport on the door. She saw a city worker holding a huge trash sack, and wondered what he could need. Opening the door just enough to speak and leaving the security chain hooked, MJ asked, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, ma'am, my name is Mannie, and as you can see, I'm from the New York Sanitation Department. We have reports of some people on this block smelling gas, and need to check your oven and water heater. This should only take a few moments." Mary Jane asked him for some ID, and Mannie showed her the well-made, aged fake ID that the club had provided as a tool for their work. Satisfied, she opened the door and let him enter.

Mannie wasted no time. As soon as he was through the door, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of knockout gas. He aimed it directly at the gorgeous face he was seeing for the first time, and released the gas. Mary Jane had no time to even think about holding her breath, and collapsed at his feet. Mannie went to the door and waved, and was soon joined by Bill. Together, they bound Mary Jane's hands behind her back, tied her feet at the ankles, and put a gag around her head to keep her quiet if the gas wore off too soon. She then had the bag pulled down over her, and was flipped so they could gather the end and make it look like they were carrying out some large refuse. Mack opened up the back of the van, and the lumpy sack was summarily tossed in.

The gag hadn't been necessary. When Mack pulled into the company garage behind the club, Mary Jane was still unconscious. She was taken out of the bag and carried to a spot near the bar inside the club. There, she had her bondage removed, and was awakened.

Mary Jane shook her head, thinking, 'What hit me?' It took a few minutes for her to get all her faculties back in working condition, and then she saw that she was in a bar of some kind. For some reason, 'Need to talk to Mr. Thorne' was floating through MJ's head. Her fear and anxiety of finding herself in a strange location were fading away.

Mary Jane walked though the tables that littered the floor, and after seeing the napkins, knew that she was inside the Justice Club. She started practicing what she would say, "I'm sorry Mr. Thorne, but at this time in my career, I cannot be seen as a poster girl for a strip club." Then she added, "I think it was downright rude of you to bring me here against my wishes." Her meanderings had by sheer chance put her right outside the office of Mr. Thorne himself.

As she reached out to knock on the door, it opened right before her eyes. A powerful looking man came out and shook her hand before she even realized it. Her eyes locked upon the deep black orbs that were his eyes, and he gave her a mental order to not run away.

"Good to see you," came the strong, steely voice. "My name is Mr. Thorne."

"Yes," Mary Jane replied. She was slightly dazelled by this man who seemed to reek of power. "I'm Mary Jane. My now ex-agent, Mr. Terrance, told me that you had a deal for me. I called to say I didn't want to take part in it, yet here I am talking to you. You've got some nerve, and I want to hear why I was dragged from my home to be here! Furthermore..."

"Of course," he said casually, cutting her off and taking the model by the arm, "walk with me." Mary Jane felt some deep compulsion to do just that, and they headed toward the bar. "You said ex-agent. Have you broken off contact with him?" Thorne asked.

"Yes," the redhead answered right away, "I will be looking for a new agent once I get back home."

Thorne was pleased to hear this, since it would leave one less person wondering why they never saw her again. "It's much too early for alcohol," he mentioned, "but would you care for some orange juice?"

"Yes," Mary Jane answered, and appeared startled as he offered her a drink she swore was not in his hand a moment before. "Thank you," she said with her eyes locked on the dark orbs on Thorne's face.

"And you were about to say something to me?" he asked.

"Yes," Mary Jane said as she sipped her orange juice. She did not want to reject his job offer. She did want to rip her clothes off and lay on the bar for him, but she was a married woman. Wait, what was she thinking? "I'm afraid I would have to reject your offer."

"Offer?" he asked.

'Oops,' she thought. "I guess I got ahead of myself. I thought you wanted me to...well, from what Mr. Terrance said, I had the perfect look, and was nearly a duplicate for the girl you wanted to be on your poster. I thought you wanted me to pose on posters, dressed like her as a body double."

"Of course not," Thorne replied as he waved off the idea with his hand.

"I'm glad of that," Mary Jane said, sipping her juice. "Do you have a line of nightwear or something that you want me to model for a catalog?"

"No," Thorne said as he took the drink from Mary Jane, "I want you to dance for me."

Mary Jane could feel nothing, move anything as she fell off the stool. "What was in that juiccccccccce...?" she started to say on the way down. Someone had caught her, but she could not see who. All she could do was focus on the dark eyes of Mr. Thorne.

She heard though the blackness that surrounded her, "The townhouse?"

"Sanitized, and the agent who did it is already flying to Mexico."

"All traces of her past life will be gone...gone...gone..." The word echoed in her head as awareness slowly faded away.

The once again unconscious form of Mary Jane Watson-Parker was taken to the dancer's dressing room, her mind now a total blank. In fact, it could be said that the beautiful, unnamed Jane Doe was taken to the dressing room. Her mind had been prepared for upcoming events.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman spun to get into costume, and felt some of the aches go away just from the strength it gave her while being worn. Just the imposing figure of the red, white, blue and gold heroine was enough to jar her pride into ignoring the pain, but the power belt around her waist and the bands of submission around her wrists gave the Amazon superhuman strength. She summoned her invisible plane once again, and went to the roof to meet it.

Diana was more concerned with speed than stealth, and wasted no time in boarding her aircraft. She programmed the geographic coordinates of the Justice Club into the nav system, then took off, now in hot pursuit of her sister's captors.

The plane came to a hover over the top of the Justice Club, and Wonder Woman got out after dropping a rope ladder down the side. She willed the plane to hide out over the ocean, where it was destined to stay until its fuel was spent and it fell into the depths.

Ignoring any thoughts of hiding, Wonder Woman flew from the roof to the street outside the front door to the club. Steeling herself for any possibilies, Diana stood tall in her heels as she opened the door and walked right into the club.

The first thing she saw after her vision became used to the dark was a bouncer standing next to the check-in desk. She was huge, and looked like the legendary She-Hulk in that she was completely green. The clothes she wore, however, weren't the traditional She-Hulk costume of purple and white, derived from her days in the Fantastic Four. This monster was dressed in ragged white clothes that draped from her form. Wonder Woman had no idea that this is how the She-Hulk first appeared when Jennifer Walters became the green female giant.

Wonder Woman saw a few costumed women going into the bar, and started to follow them. She was stopped by the giant in rags. Fighting the urge to clobber the Amazon in retaliation for the hits she'd taken the day before, She-Hulk said, "Hold it. You don't work here!"

"I'm here to see a friend named Barbara, and her friend Selina," Diana replied, hoping that those names would get her in.

"Hold on a momemt," She-Hulk answered, going to a nearby house phone.

At least it wasn't a complete rejection.

After a few anxious moments, a woman in a Batgirl costume came through the door, and walked up to Wonder Woman. "Hello, please step inside." As Wonder Woman stepped past her through the door she held open, Batgirl turned and gave a quick nod to She-Hulk. Pulling Wonder Woman close, she put her lips close to her ear and said, "Sorry about the hassle at the door, but this place seems to be a magnet for more than its share of trouble. I'm working here while trying to get through college. You must be the Diana a mutual friend told me to watch for."

"Yes, I am. Where is she?" Wonder Woman begged.

"Whoa, not so fast!" the redhead replied. "You see, before I can take you to see her, I need to see proof that you are who you say you are, and not some villainess in a black wig and a good costume. We've already had one Wonder Woman impersonator try to screw up the works!"

Looking indignant, Diana put her hands on her hips and said, "But it is me, trust me, I need to get to my sister!"

"Slow down," answered Batgirl, "we have a security test which Wonder Girl herself came up with to verify your identity. I myself don't even know where she is, one of the other girls is privy to that information, and to the security check Wonder Girl came up with. She can prove who you are."

"Here," Wonder Woman said as she held up her magic lasso, "grab my lasso so I can prove my strength."

"Those can be duplicated and faked," Barbara replied, "and the taker could find out from the original how to use them. No, Wonder Girl helped us to fight off a villain that attacked the club, and we want to protect her at all costs. She told us of a certain birthmark."

Diana grimaced. Only her sister, her mother and a few other select Amazons knew of the odd W birthmark near, of all places, her vagina. This proved to her that this woman knew of Wonder Girl. "So I have to show you this birthmark?" she asked.

"No, not me," an edgy sounding Batgirl replied. "You have to show the mark to my friend Selina, one of the other dancers, who knows what the mark is and where Wonder Girl is hiding."

"So that means..." Wonder Woman trailed off, catching herself before using Drusilla's name.

"You need to go onstage in costume and show the mark," Batgirl finished for her, secretly grinning to herself at how well Thorne's plan was working out. "That way, everyone will see the mark, including Selina, who will take you aside and bring you to Wonder Girl."

With a lack of any better alternatives, Wonder Woman agreed. To her chagrine, she found that she would be dancing in a totally different costume from the one she was wearing.

"You see," Batgirl explained, trying desperately not to giggle while doing so, "your one piece costume is too quickly removed. The dancer who normally plays you had a special costume made up. Each section, the gold W's bra and the blue bikini bottom, slides off slowly and seperately. That way, the dance can be prolonged, and keep the audience intrigued. She's a ballet dancer, which explains the ballet toed red thigh high boots with your traditional white striping. I hope you'll be able to walk and dance in her boots; we've been assuming your super physique will make it so that won't be a problem. Your lasso will also have to be put away, since we have a special lasso made for the show which is designed to break if any pressure is applied to it, for safety reasons. We don't want to have any strangled dancers!"

Wonder Woman stripped out of her normal costume, including her power belt. She hoped that nothing would go wrong that would require her augmented strength. She then put on the dancer's costume, noting how sexy it made her look. Diana was afraid to touch it any more after that, worried that parts would come off before she even got started. She wobbled a bit on her toes before getting their feel, then seemed to have no problem with the incredible boots. If this scenario was some kind of trick, she was going to be very, very upset.

"When the announcer makes the call for Wonder Woman, that is your cue to go onstage. The plan is for you to just strut sexily to the music at first, but then there will be a fake Wonder Girl coming on stage who is pretending to be trying to escape. You will overpower her and strip her. Then you will use your lasso to pretend that you are turning this fake into a hard and true villainess who will then join the club. Tell her that her new name is Kandy Kyle, also known as Catgirl. Tell her that she will be a prostitute and stripper, besides a wicked villainess. She will then come back on stage, in costume, and try to grab you by the wrists. You try to snare her with the lasso, but miss. She grabs the lasso, throws it around you, and orders you to strip. Selina will then see the birthmark, and meet you backstage after the show to tell you where the real Wonder Girl is hiding."

Wonder Woman nodded, acknowledging that she knew the plan. While she wasn't watching, Batgirl switched her original lasso for the fake.

Barbara left her, and went to her own dressing room with the fake lasso in her hands. The fake Wonder Girl for the show was being brought in. Earlier in the day, Thorne had told her about his plan to send out a team of club heavies to bring back a certain redhead for the show. The unconsciuos woman being put into the Wonder Girl costume was none other than Mary Jane Watson-Parker, a New York model that Thorne did not know was the wife of Spider-Man. She would soon be joining his harem as Catgirl.

She-Hulk went to work on stripping the clothes from the redhead's body, and was stunned at just how perfectly shaped she was. If it weren't for the red hair, which she couldn't associate with ancient Greece, she'd have sworn she was working on an unconscious Greek goddess. She also marveled at her resemblance to the redhead who was in the process of taking off her Batgirl costume.

She-Hulk was both seeing and feeling how natural and full Mary Jane's breasts were when she was startled as Wonder Girl walked in, dressed in her Domina costume. "So this is the woman who will pretend to be me on stage," Dru said as she handed her original costume to Jennifer. "A very nice body!"

Jennifer started to put the red costume with white stars on the inert form with Dru's help. They could hear Caitlin's show winding down, and knew they had to hurry. Once the costume was completely on, they put the black wig over her head to make her complete as Wonder Girl. As stunning as Dru had been in her costume, this impostor made her look like a dowdy teenager.

While Mary Jane was having the black wig put over her head, Barbara was getting dressed in what would eventually become Catgirl's costume. She pulled black fishnet tights over her legs, then put on a sleeveless black lycra spandex leotard with deep cleavage. A weapons belt was tightened around her waist, and opera length black gloves with claws pulled onto her arms. Knee high black patent leather boots with spike heels were zipped onto her feet, and a black domino mask was put over her eyes and tied off behind her head. Not by coincidense, Thorne had selected Mary Jane as his target because her hair was identical to Barbara's. They then rushed with the fake Wonder Girl to the edge of the stage.

While Anygirl was getting into her latest costume, Caitlin Fairchild had been entertaining the crowd. When her act finished, the announcer gave the crowd a minute or two to settle down, then announced the next act to come on, Wonder Woman. The music started, and Wonder Woman herself got into her act. Little did she know how real it was going to become.

Diana strutted across the stage, her heels forcing her to take short steps but making her hips really sway sexily, displaying her ample body for all to see. Quite proud of her physique, Wonder Woman actually had no problem in showing off her assets to the crowd. As the tempo of the music built, Diana felt the change and acted accordingly, giving the front row viewers an up close and personal view. Meanwhile, Mary Jane was having smelling salts waved under her nose at the foot of the stage. As she awakened, she was pushed up onto the stage to join Wonder Woman.

"Wonder Girl" coughed as the odor of smelling salts assaulted her nose. The first thing she realized was that she was not in bed, nor on the couch waiting for her husband. The second thing she realized was that she was surrounded by people, lots of men. She focused on a nearby figure up on the stage, a female, and started to approach her.

The perplexed young lady saw the costume she was in, the stage she was on, and heard the music being played. Totally confused, she ran toward Wonder Woman. When she saw the look on Diana's face, who was acting quite well, Mary Jane turned around and started to run in the opposite direction. This fit the stage plan perfectly, and Wonder Woman used her 'fake' lasso to snare the imposter before she could get away. As it came down over her head, the black wig came off. Mary Jane was now wrapped in the magic
lasso.

"You're not Wonder Girl!" the seemingly enraged Wonder Woman said.

The woman, dressed in an ultra sexy Wonder Woman costume, pulled her around. "I don't know who you are," said the black haired lady. "Wonder Girl" just had to agree. She didn't know who she was, either. "But disguising yourself as my sister in an effort to escape," she continued, "was a big mistake." She knew it was a mistake. Why did she even try to disguise herself as Wonder Girl? The now nameless redhead had no way of knowing that it was the magic lasso draped around her that was forcing her to follow every instruction that the unwitting Wonder Woman gave her.

Wonder Woman continued, "Forget your past." What past? "You are now going to be known as Kandy Kyle, and work for us as an exotic dancer and stripper here at the club." Of course, Kandy agreed. Even though she knew she looked like a model, with her carnal desires and the fact that she would be showing off her body regularly, she could never be a supermodel.

"You are a stripper here at the club, and you are also a wanton whore that works the streets as a prostitute," Wonder Woman added. "You are also a very evil, wicked villainess called Catgirl. Do you understand your new roles?"

Of course she did. The tied up woman took in all the instructions that the lasso ordered her to, and let them become her new persona. She looked Wonder Woman directly in the eye and said, "I understand that I am Kandy Kyle, and while I'm out commiting crimes, I am the Catgirl. I am a stripper here at the cub, and also a prostitute. I await your further commands."

Wonder Woman thought the dancer was doing a great acting job, and couldn't wait to see the rest of the scenario play out. She loosened and removed the 'fake' lasso from the new villainess. She then ordered Kandy, "Since you are a stripper, go for it!"

Kandy could not wait to get started to the music that changed in tempo. She knew what to do, after all, this was her life. As she thrust her breasts forward for the crowd, one of the bracelets came off her wrists and fell onto the stage. The crowd was really into it. They acted as if they had never seen her before, even though they knew it had to be their favorite, Anygirl. She stole the spotlight from Wonder Woman as the shoulder straps came off, allowing her abundant orbs to swing free. Her pert nipples were standing proud, beconning for a sucking.

"Come on, let me kiss those babies!" a crowd member yelled, as Kandy rubbed her breasts together. When the rest of the red costume was around her legs, she kicked it to the crowd. A fist fight almost started as the men grabbed for it. Wonder Woman then took center stage, distracting the men, as Kandy went backstage to shower.

When she reached her room, She-Hulk and Caitlin were already there. "Hello there," Kandy said, "I can't do anything with the two of you, because I need to get back on stage. But afterwards, rrrroar. We can have some fun!"

"Nope," Caitlin said, as she tossed a variation of Catgirl's stage costume to her. It was the street version, the one that would not tear or fall off in tight situations. "Mr. Thorne has a job for us, particularly now that another 'Catgirl' is up on stage. We are supposed to be faceless thugs that will help you."

"Afterwards," She-Hulk said, while picking up her full body black leather costume, "we will have some activity which the readers are really going to enjoy!" She turned her head toward the readers and winked.

"Huh?" Kandy gave a curious glance as she sat and began to pull on her fishnet tights.

"Never mind," Caitlin replied, as she began to put on her own black leather catsuit. "It's her non-sequitor meaning we will be using the bed later tonight, but not for sleeping!"

"That will be great," Kandy replied, with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face as she pulled on her black leotard. As she finished putting on her costume, Kandy knew that she was now going into action as Catgirl.

* * * * *

Diana had been amazed at the fine form of the dancer's body as it became visible. She also thought that the dancer she was working with was doing an excellent acting job. She would soon find out how little acting was involved.

The music went back into a seductive beat, and Wonder Woman danced while waiting for Catgirl to come back onto the stage. Barbara bided her time, making sure that enough time elapsed for a change in costume. The real Catgirl had been taken down the hall to her new dressing room, and given the real costume that Barbara was faking. While the plot to take down Wonder Woman was unfolding, Catgirl would be sent out on her first downtown mission.

Barbara came bounding up the steps, to the grand acclaim of the viewing audience, who after seeing the red hair of Mary Jane, thought they were seeing Anygirl in yet another new role. The music became more frantic, and a chase scene developed on stage. Catgirl lunged for Wonder Woman's wrists, making sure that she missed, and then Wonder Woman tossed her lasso at her. As planned, the lasso missed Catgirl, who grabbed it and pulled it from Diana's hands.

Catgirl took the lasso and wrapped it around Wonder Woman's neck like a collar. Wonder Woman stopped acting. She felt her willpower draining away, and realized that she'd been using her own lasso all along. Catgirl made it look like part of the act, and ordered Wonder Woman to do just as she'd been ordered to do. Diana had no choice, and went into a slow and devestatingly sexy striptease. She actually enjoyed this, but wasn't prepared for what followed.

When the bikini bottom came off, the tiny W appeared, and Catwoman jumped up onto the stage from out of the first row. Wonder Woman knew who Catwoman was, and also knew that she was in trouble. Selina walked over to Diana, and looked carefully at the identifying mark. "Hello, Diana," she said softly. "I am Selina, and I now know for sure that we have Wonder Woman in our hands." Turning, she said, "Catgirl, the lasso, please."

"Wonder Woman, remain perfectly still until I tell you to move," was her first order. As Diana froze, Selina took a small, battery powered mouse from her belt, and turned on the switch. It started to vibrate, and was inserted into Diana's vagina. The Amazon felt an urge to squeeze her legs together in enjoyment, but the lasso held her stiff.

"Now then, Wonder Slut, you are going to do a nude dance for the crowd that will stun them. You will be rubbing your breasts as you dance, and the faster you dance, the more you will rub your breasts. Rubbing your breasts will make you more and more horny, and the hornier you get, the faster you'll dance. But you will not orgasm until Catgirl or I let you. Begin!"

Wonder Woman was locked into her endless cycle of stimulation, and had no futher need of the lasso's instruction. Catwoman unwound it from the dervish's neck, and watched as she went further and further into sexual oblivion. Selina saw that Catgirl was watching closely, and snuck up on her with the lasso. As much as Selina could have wanted to torment Barbara, her devotion to her mistress was complete. "Hear my command. You will stay in your Catgirl costume. That is who you are until the music stops. Show your love for your partner, Catwoman, and give this crowd a thrill."

As Wonder Woman drove herself closer and closer to a frantic sexual breakdown, the crowd was thrilled to see the two cats go at each other. Meows were heard from two sets of lips as pussy stripped pussy, then licked and fondled pussy. When pussy ate pussy, the crowd went wild, and at the same moment, Catwoman yelled out, "Orgasm, Wonder Slut!"

Diana kept right on dancing, but felt the release she needed, and her body spasmed in a gloriously outrageous orgasm. So much energy was released that Wonder Woman feinted. The music stopped when the DJ saw her collapse, and Barbara came out of her own trance to find her lips sucking hard on Selina's labial lips. She didn't know why, but she also had no objection, and kept at it, much to the crowd's enjoyment.

* * * * *

JUSTICE CLUB 6B & 6C WONDER WOMAN ENSLAVED (mc,nc,ff)
By Yenoc

Wonder Woman stood up and noticed she was dizzy and light headed. Her vision blurred and she couldn't think clearly. The room spun around her and Diana realized what the problem was, she had been drugged! Now, as she tried to walk across the stage, the Amazon knew she was a goner. She had been tricked by Thorne, and now she was going to pay. Wonder Woman fell into the blackness unconscious.

When she came to, Diana knew she was in big trouble. She was in Thorne's dungeon. Her costume was back on her body, but her power belt was gone, and without the belt, she had no super strength. Thorne had brought her here to be trained and punished.

Wonder Woman was shackled to one of the cold stone walls. The shackles were leather straps that were bound to each wrist and metal chains that were attached to hooks in the wall.

The heroine's arms were over her head and spread out in a V-pattern. Her arms being raised caused her massive chest to thrust upward and her tits to jut out. Her legs were spread apart and chained as well.

Diana tried pulling on the restraints but her bonds held firm. She had limited movement and her back was up against the wall. Then she heard Thorne's voice. "Don't bother struggling, Princess. Those chains are made of titanium, and you'll never be able to break them," he told her. Wonder Woman realized he was talking to her over speakers. Diana gazed around the dimly lit room and saw several cameras mounted on the walls. Thorne wasn't in the dungeon, but he could see and hear everything that took place.

"Let me go, you bastard. I did what you wanted, and stripped for your perverted customers. I demand you give my sister back to me, and release us this minute," Diana yelled at him.

Thorne only laughed. "You don't seem to get it, Wonder Slut. I am the one in control here, not you. And you aren't in any position to demand anything. You were brought here by my people to begin your training. Look over to your right, and meet my friend, Domina."

Wonder Woman looked over and saw a female figure standing in the doorway. She gasped in shock as she grew frightened. Domina walked into the dungeon, and surveyed the room with an air of authority about her.

The woman was as tall as Wonder Woman, and she was in very good shape. Her tits were almost as large as Diana's. Domina strutted into the dungeon and looked the heroine over.

Domina was easily six feet tall, and powerful looking. She had on a one piece leather bodysuit that clung to her impressive body like a second skin. She had on black elbow-length leather gloves and stiletto heeled black boots that went up to her curved thighs.

What startled Diana the most was the female's face. Domina was wearing a black leather mask that covered her face and head. Diana had no clue to Domina's true identity. The mask had holes in it for her eyes, nose, and mouth to show through. Diana could tell that the leather clad trainer had dark blue eyes, much like her own.

"Domina, this is Wonder Woman. I want you to begin her training, and break her spirit. I will be watching the show from where I am and I know it'll be good. You know what to do, my servant." Domina nodded her head to indicate that she understood Thorne.

She then slunk over to the bound Wonder Woman and eyed her with lust. Domina stepped in front of her captive. She put her hand under Diana's chin and forced the heroine to look at her. "You've been a bad girl, Princess, and I have to punish you for disobeying the Master," Domina said in a hot, deep voice that made Diana shudder with chills. Diana waited quietly to see what would happen.

A wicked smile came to Domina's face that was obvius even with the mask on. Suddenly, Domina's left arm shot upward and grabbed the front of Diana's red bustier. With a quick tug, she yanked the top down and Wonder Woman's pristeen breasts popped free of their confinement. The humongous boobs bounced and wiggled as they settled proud and firm on her chest. Wonder Woman shrieked in surprise as her breasts were exposed. She was naked from the waist up!

Wonder Woman shook her head from side to side in denial. This can't be happening, she thought. Then it got worse for her. Domina reached up, and with her gloved hands, cupped Diana's quivering knockers. Despite her fear, Wonder Woman moaned as her adversary started to caress her heaving bosom.

"OOHHH NO..." Diana panted as she began liking the woman's touch on her hooters.

"Nice tits," Domina commentted. Her red bustier fell to her waist and hung down over her front. Diana still couldn't believe her incredible tits were bared to this woman.

Wonder Woman's pink nipples got automatically erect as they were fondled by the villainess. Domina took her tits in each of her hands and squeezed the balloons. "OOOHHH!" Diana moaned, as her body bacame aroused.

Diana couldn't help but respond. Maybe it had to do with her being tied. Or perhaps it was the way she was being petted. All she knew for sure was that the treatment was getting to her. She loved and hated the situation at the same time.

Wonder Woman was feeling sexual urges, the likes of which she had never known before. She thought she was going to lose it at any second. "Please...oh...don't," she pleaded. Domina did not say a thing.

Diana liked the way the woman's hands felt on her tits. "I'm going to work you over so good that you'll thank me," Domina whispered to the captured hero. Domina reached in and kissed Diana on the mouth passionately.

"MMMMfffff!" Wonder Woman whined through their sealed lips, as she felt Domina's tongue snake into her mouth. She kissed Diana long and hard. When Domina pulled back, she could see that Wonder Woman's face was flushed.

"What am I doing?" Domina asked the Amazon.

"You...you're playing with my tits," Wonder Woman replied reluctantly. "What are you doing to me?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"I am giving you what you secretly desire. I am dominating you, and forcing you to surrender to your dark sexual longings," Domina told her. Domina continued to caress and manipulate the delicate breasts of the weakened heroine. She pulled and twisted Diana's tits over and over. She took the hard nipples into her mouth and suckled the nubs until they were swollen and sore. Diana was losing her mind as she started to give in to the erotic sensations.

"Is your pussy wet?" Domina inquired.

"Oh yes!" Diana answered in a daze, and immediately regretted her words. Domina smiled thinly. The heroine's tongue came out and slowly licked her full red lips.

Domina left Diana's side and went over to some toys hanging on the opposite wall. Wonder Woman opened her eyes to see Domina coming back holding a two-foot black riding crop in her hand. Her eyes bulged in terror for she knew what the crop was going to be used for.

"NO! Not that! Please! It'll hurt too much! Nooo!" Wonder Woman begged desperately. Domina grinned cruelly and laid the riding crop across Wonder Woman's tits. Diana's tits were so big that it was easy to get the crop to stay on her on its own.

"What am I going to do now?" Domina demanded.

"You're going to hit my breasts with the riding drop..." Wonder Woman's voice trailed off. Domina held the crop again and lifted it over Diana's cleavage. Her nipples were stiff and stood out prominantly.

Domina knew that Wonder Woman was excited by the thought of being caned. She was right, Diana would never admit it, but her virgin pussy was drenched at this point. Diana was trapped with no hope of escape. The riding crop came down on her tits. CRACK! CRACK! THWACK! the rod sounded as it bit into her tit flesh.

Wonder Woman screamed in torture as her meaty globes were caned ruthlessly by Domina. "By the gods, NNNOOOOO!!" Diana howled in torment. She had never known suck pain. Three sharp shots cracked her fat tits just inches above the nipples. Wonder Woman twitched and thrashed in her bonds as she tried to avoid the stinging crop.

Her sobs echoed throughout the dungeon as she begged Domina to stop. Tears ran from her deep blue eyes and streamed down her face. The villainess gave her another dose of misery. WWWHHACKKK! CRACCCKKK! WHOOSH! SMACK! The warm crop slashed down on her tits again and again. Diana spasmed and jerked on the wall as she was beaten.

"OOOOHHH! DON'T! STOOPPP! OOHH YESSS!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Diana was stunnded, she was enjoying being caned by Domina. She was alomost delirious with delight. Wonder Woman suddenly pushed her tits outward to get more of the biting riding crop.

The rod kept coming down and slashing her abused tits. Diana's tits were bruised and cut. Red welts rose up and criss crossed her melons. Domina kept at it with enthusiasm. She was about to have a climax from thrashing the fallen heroine.

The leather lady was drunk with power. She didn't want to stop, it was so good. Her cunt was close to exploding from the intense feelings she got when she tortured people. THHAAWCK! CRACK! HISS! the riding crop sang as it did its work.

"UUUNNGGh! UUUUNNNNHHHH!" Domina groaned as she felt a climax sweep over her heated body. The crop bit deeper into Diana's soft skin. She would teach Wonder Woman to obey the Master without fail.

"AAAAGGGGH! By Hera! Yes! Beat my tits! Please...Uuunggghhh!" Diana screeched as she came wildly from the beating. Wonder Woman jerked about and arched her back upward. Her head was tossed back and her pelvis grinded back and forth in circular motions. Wonder Woman screamed once more and grew silent.

Domina came down off her orgasm and stopped caning the heroine. She looked down at the unconscious Amazon. Wonder Woman had fainted from the beating and slumped back against the wall. She would've have dropped to the floor if her bonds hadn't kept her suspended. Domina nodded her head in satisfaction, things were progressing nicely. They both could use a few minutes to rest, she decided. This was only the beginning.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman awoke and stared fearfully at Domina. What horrific torment would she have to undergo next? Diana knew she was beginning to lose her sanity. She was being forced to succumb to her dark passions, and her body betrayed her at every turn.

Domina went to a small black bag she'd brought with her. She reached into the bag and pulled out two metal clamps. "NOOOOO!" Wonder Woman wailed as she twisted wildly in her bonds. She knew what the things were, and she knew what would be done with the devices.

Domina held the nasty looking nipple clamps up for Diana to see clearly. Wonder Woman was being worked over by an expert, and the Amazon knew there was nothing she could do to prevent her fate.

"I'm going to clamp your nipples," Domina informed Wonder Woman. Her gloved hands spread the first clamp apart, and brought it up to Diana's left tit. Domina took the breast in her hand and held it while she put the cold metal clamp on her erect nipple.

"NNNOOOO! Please, no! AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as the device bit into her distended nipple. She writhed in pain as the clamp closed it's biting jaws around the tweaked tip. Domina worked her other tit, the right one, and Diana bellowed in agony as the second clamp was fastened onto her right nipple.

"NO, please! Take them off! I'll do ANYTHING YOU WANT!! AARRRGHH!" Wonder Woman squealed as the metal teech of the clamp chewed into her hard nub. Diana tiwsted and turned sensually as she pulled at her shackles in an attempt to get free.

Wonder Woman was quite an exotic sight as she squirmed in pain and the clamps hung from her pendulous breasts. The anguish was unbearable. "Now, let's see the rest of you," Domina said.

"NNOO!!!" the Amazon yelled.

Domina reached for the heroine's blue satin shorts, and tugged them down her shapely legs and off her feet. All that Wonder Woman had left on were her bracelets and red and white boots. Her naked crotch was bare for Domina to see.

She stared at Wonder Woman's neatly trimmed triangle of curly dark hair. Diana turned her head to the side, ashamed. She had no secrets left. Her legs were spread wide so she couldn't hide her pussy. Her glorious, virgin pussy was open and gaping for everyone to view.

Domina stepped up to Diana and drew their bodies close. She ran her fingers along the Amazon's moist slit; the heroine shuddered as her clit was stroked rapidly. Diana felt the mounting heat in her loins. She was falling under Thorne's spell.

Wonder Woman was confused and frightened by what was happening to her. The heroine in her said to resist, but the woman in her wanted to give in and submit to them. She was feeling genuine affection for Domina.

The trainer slid slowly to her knees. Domina slipped her hands between Wonder Woman's legs, and opened her wet cunt lips. Diana began moaning almost immediately. Domina could see the wetness of the heroine's vagina, and her pink interior.

Wonder Woman's crotch pumpd and churned with throbbing heat as Domina started to stroke her engorged clit with her thumb. Diana was horrified and aroused as the woman sank her masked face between the Amazon's legs.

Domina stuck out her tongue and the spongy appendage slipped into the folds of her virginal cunt. Diana trembled with passion as the female's tongue slithered in and out of her snatch. "Ohhh! Yess! OO! Feels ssooo gooodddd!" Wonder Woman purred wantonly.

The tongue worked back and forth in her cunt, and Domina's mouth began sucking on her clit. "AAAAGGGHHH! UUUNGGHH!" Wonder Woman panted. Diana sobbed and moaned in pleasure. She was on fire, and the tension was building in her loins as Domina ate her pussy.

As she hung in her bonds, her uniform on the floor, and this masked woman in leather sucked her cunt, Wonder Woman marveled at the depravity of it all. Domina's tongue was driving her crazy as it dug into her sopping canal.

"OOOHHH! YES! OOOOOHHH!" Wonder Woman chimed. She wanted Domina's tongue deep in her cunt. Domina continued to feed the fires of Diana's lust. Domina spread her vagina open more, and sank her fingers into her captive's hole.

Diana's pussy was soaked with juice, and she tasted sweet. Wonder Woman was responding to the oral stimulation like crazy. Domina was making the heroine go out of her mind with her talented mouth. Diana could take no more, and she finally yielded to her foe.

"UUUGGGHHH! YEss! Eat my cunt! SO GOOD! AAAIIIOOOEEE!" she barked as she came for her Mistress. Domina let Diana cum once just to tease her. Just when Wonder Woman was on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm, Domina pulled her mouth away.

"NO!!" Diana shouted in frustration. She was so close, she needed to cum. Wonder Woman moved her hips in a lewd fashion, undulating in circles and humping her crotch back and forth in the air. "Please don't stop. I need more," she whined.

'What was she doing?' Diana wondered. She wanted to cum. Domina went to the far wall and to get her equipment for the next phase of training. Domina took a cat-o-nine-tails whip off the wall, and went back to Wonder Woman.

The whip was a legendary punisher. It was a hard leather piece of equipment that broke off into a series of nine leather straps. It was clear to Wonder Woman that she was about to be whipped.

Domina held the whip up to Diana's mouth and ordered her to kiss the thing. Wonder Woman put her wet lips together, and kissed the whip. "Good girl," Domina stated. Wonder Woman was going to be whipped, and she had to admit, that from the darkest recess of her soul, she wanted it!

Domina stepped back and looked at her charge. She slapped the whip in her hand, and Diana's eyes were glued to it. Diana turned around and presented her backside to Domina. She raised her hand and brought the whip down very hard.

She swung the whip forward and it landed smack on Wonder Woman's voluptuous bottom. It landed with a loud smack, and laid nine sharp red welts on Diana's plump ass. "OOOHH! No...No!!" Wonder Woman shrieked in pain. It was worse than she thought it'd be.

The pain was furious, and took hot bites out of her pasty ass. Diana twisted and convulsed in her bonds. Domina struck the heroine over and over with the whip. CRACK! WWHHAAPP! CRACK! SLASH! the thing sounded as it lashed her body.

"NO MORE, PLEASE!! Don't! UUGGGHH! STOP!!" Wonder Woman yelped as she suffered. CRACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHISH! Domina whipped the heroine without mercy. Wonder Woman pleaded with everything she had. But there was no end to the torture.

All she could do was try and take the beating. Her ass was ripped apart and bleeding. Was there no end to her torment? Wonder Woman braced herself for more pain.

Domina came around to the front and grabbed her dark hair to hold her head up. "Now you see why you can't resist! You belong to Thorne. You are a mere possession, nothing more," she spat at the Amazon.

"Yyyy...yess," Diana replied.

Her words were slurred and sluggish. The effects of the whipping were bringing her around, and making Diana realize where her true place was. Her mind was dulled and fragmented. Wonder Woman finally accepted the reality of it. She was nobody, an object and nothing else.

Who was she to disobey her masters? She had been arrogant and deserved the punishment she was getting. Diana wanted to be disciplined.

Her ordeal wasn't over yet.

Domina suddenly flciked the whip across her fat tits. "OOHHH, NOOOO! PLEASE! Don't, not there!" Diana sobbed like a baby. The metal clamps were still on her nipples, her tits were swollen and very painful.

Wonder Woman took the steady slaps of the whip across her big tits. Domina whipped Diana's tits furiously, back and forth, over her muscular shoulders. She whipped the right tit and then the left one, bringing the lash down again and again, marking up her delicate breasts.

"BY the Gods! Stop, please! I can't take any more! AAAAGGHHHH!" Diana howled in distress. Each time the whip came down, it was worse. Diana's eyes clouded up, she couldn't see anymore. She was losing her mind.

Soon Diana felt herself slipping away. Her whole body was covered in welts. She went to a place where only she could go. Wonder Woman had been whipped into unconsciousness. Domina dropped the whip and widly fingered her cunt until she came, and was rolling around on the floor in endless orgasm.



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