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Collected by Djian
updated april 17 2011

Stories by Nineball I Make Mine A Double | Diana's Golden Cord | Mona's Makeover

Diana’s sexual enslavement is enforced by a gift from her father.

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Diana always woke up with the first light of dawn. As it was mid-summer, there was
quite a bit of time before she had to go to work. She lay there on her back with her
arms extended beyond her head and her knees pulled up bent and spread, her ankles
low and wide near her hips, her body in a classic pose of sexual exposure. She had
spent nights like this for so long that it was comforting. She found it hard to
sleep in the other positions Tina sometimes put her in. For several weeks Tina’s
dreams had been unusually subdued, so Diana had been getting good sleep lately. She
felt fresh and ready for whatever the day brought.

Diana listened to Tina’s soft deep breathing of slumber. She let her sleep, knowing
that as soon as Tina woke up, Diana would get rigorously fucked before being
released. And since it would be the first fuck of the day, it would hurt. Diana’s
virginal pussy would bleed a little. It would hurt, but she couldn’t help herself.
She wanted it. She craved it.

Today was their anniversary. Diana did the math: 84 years and the sex was just as
good as it had ever been. She had a busy day ahead at work. Soon she would have to
rouse Tina. But for a few minutes she enjoyed the quiet and reminisced about how
this all started.

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Diana was born of an Amazon Queen and the god Nimor. Her father came to earth over
two thousand years ago to sire a protector of the innocent and a force for good. He
left Diana a magical golden rope, her golden bracelets, and a ruby crested crown to
wear. Diana grew up in the Amazon tribe. She could have become queen, but at age 23
she left to live among men. Ageless, all but immortal, she still looked 23 years old
after all these centuries had passed. Her raven colored hair and large
gravity-defying tits topped off a curvaceous feast of female beauty. Diana was quite
tall, even for an Amazon. Her subtly muscular build only added to her allure. Diana
changed her last name periodically, but when she fought the bad guys, she was known
as Wonder Woman.

Five hundred years after Wonder Woman’s birth another god journeyed to earth.
Toruth’s plan was to fuck the current Amazon queen and make her pregnant. He figured
the bastard spawn could fend for himself. The strong queen resisted and controlled
her body to not become pregnant. Toruth imprisoned the queen, visiting her many
times a day, savagely beating and raping the uppity bitch. Day became night, weeks
became months, rape became reality, and time became meaningless until the abuse
finally destroyed her. She surrendered her womb and to his seed. Toruth returned the
broken slut to her tribe on the eve of the child’s birth.

Had the child been male, the Tribe would have killed him outright. But a girl was
born, and the Amazons raised her as one of their own, hoping to redeem the child.
When she reached her first estrus, the Tribe learned they had failed in that task.
By then, it was too late; she had installed herself as the youngest Queen to ever
rule the Tribe. Tina did not inherit her father’s drive for political power or evil,
as would have been his desire. She was born with a boundless appetite for sex in all
of its forms and varieties and a supernatural talent for getting any human in her
presence to do whatever she wanted. She was an insatiable nymphomaniac who could
devour any man or woman she wanted. No one could resist her seductions and after one
sexual encounter with her you were forever driven to feed her lust. For several
hundred years she dominated the women of the Tribe, bending mothers, daughters, and
generations of granddaughters into her perverted toys.

Dictating the mores of her Tribe, Tina orchestrated the elimination of sexual taboos
such as incest, polyamory, and pedophilia. Girls were trained to be sexual animals
starting at birth. Mothers gave oral sex to their babies with every diaper change,
becoming as important as breast feeding to the bonding process. Children freely
kissed and felt up any available woman, regardless of age or relationship. Women
encouraged this activity with kind words and positive critique, giving copious
cunnilingus to one and all as reward. Childhood games were always sex themed.
Business agreements were sealed with, and interpersonal disagreements were settled
with mutual orgasms from 69 sex. Women could tell their friends apart by vaginal
stink alone. Girls grew up, matured, and died of old age with no knowledge of life
without frequent sexual activity, day in and day out. Individual living quarters
were dismantled in favor of one large, open lodge. The cry of someone having an
orgasm was just part of the village background noise. Everyone had indiscriminate
sex with everyone else, including the male procreation slaves. The studs were
brought from their cages and chained up in the open. They were used up fast, expired
young, and the stable had to be continually refreshed. Every member of the Tribe
served the pleasure and entertainment of their Queen. Everyone served her personally
on a regular basis.

Eventually Tina became bored and left to find adventure and pleasure in the wider
world. Men and women alike became her playthings to be used up and discarded as
meaningless trifles. Using her stunning beauty as a weapon, she left a swath of
conquests in her wake, people so consumed by their experiences with her that they
craved to relive that singular pleasure. Every person she used wound up dedicating
their life to sexual immersion. Virile men became ravenous bisexuals. Young mothers
abandoned their families. Prostitutes stopped charging for their services. Kings
squandered their fortunes while their countries fell into ruin. Priests of all
faiths defiled their temples and told their gods to go fuck themselves.

Nimor and Toruth remained bitter enemies across the ages. When the two eventually
warred, Diana’s father was defeated, banished forever into a two dimensional trap
where the x axis was infinite pain and y was eternal sorrow. Toruth came to earth
to vent his revenge on Nimor’s child. And to pay a visit to his long lost daughter.

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Damn, Diana wished she could masturbate. She’d been awake for several minutes now
and the urge for an orgasm was maddening. It would probably displease Tina to wake
her so soon.

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The year is 1927 in Midwestern America. Rising stock values gave everyone in the
country a party attitude. Yet Prohibition made alcohol hard to get. This gave Rosko
and his gang of thugs the perfect business model. Bank robberies provided the
original capital. Canadian whiskey fetched a high return, financing the guns to keep
it all safe. Prostitution rounded out the business, making everyone but the whores
happy.

Wonder Woman snuck up to the abandoned warehouse. A quick peek in a window confirmed
what she suspected. The authorities would be called in later, after she had subdued
the perps. Clapping her golden wrist guards together induced a shock wave the blew
down the rickety doors. She strode in confidently, easily deflecting the gunfire
with rapid arm motions, the bullets bouncing off her wrist guards. Once their guns
were empty, she disabled the thugs with well placed kicks and punches. Taking her
golden rope from her belt, she lassoed Rosko, intending to interrogate him about the
rest of his criminal empire. She expected to see fear in his face, but instead, he
had a smug smile?

A halo of blue light appeared around her. She dropped the lasso as she was lifted
and pulled backward in a spread eagle position, pinned against a wall. That was when
she saw them, a powerful looking man in a black robe and the most beautiful woman
Diana had ever seen. Her blond mane flowed past her waist and her luscious body
threatened to escape from the tiny blue dress she wore. If anything, the woman
looked taller and more robust than Wonder Woman herself. The man held up his hand,
in apparent control of the blue light binding her. He looked at her with malice for
a moment. Content she was immobilized, he dropped his hand, but the blue light
remained. He turned to Rosko and his men, picking themselves up and shaking off
their defeat at Wonder Woman’s hands.

“You have done well, Rosko, exactly as I asked. Here is your reward.” Toruth took a
small leather pouch from his belt. He poured a handful of silver medallions onto a
table, handing one out to each man. “With this token you can have any woman you
desire. You merely have the woman hold the token in her hand as you say the words,
‘You are mine.’ She will become your obedient and dedicated slave from that point
on. Even if you use a trick, handing the token to some unsuspecting woman, she will
become your property, regardless if she is rich, famous, or married. She will gladly
give you all that is hers, and grant you every liberty over her, including any
manner of sex you desire. You get only one slave at a time, so if you enslave
another, the previous one will automatically be set free. For you, Rosko, I am
pleased. I give you three of the tokens. Now begone, all of you!”

The men scurried away, leaving Diana and her captors alone.

He strolled up to Diana, an evil grin on his face. “Ah, Diana, … Morehead, isn't it?
The one who calls herself Wonder Woman, the crime fighter? Allow me to introduce
myself. I am Toruth, he who destroyed your father. And this is my daughter Tina. You
two will become very intimate in the future.”

Diana tried to struggle against her bonds, but she was completely paralyzed, unable
to even grimace. Toruth reached up and slipped Diana’s bracelets off. He removed her
golden crown, handing them to Tina, who giggled. He grabbed her leotard tights at
the neck, and with one tug, ripped them from Diana, throwing them aside. Diana’s
spectacular body was displayed in all her glorious beauty. Diana felt a relaxation
of the grip over her, so that she could move, if only enough to wiggle.

“Well, pantyless, are we? Aren’t you the nasty slut! All the better.” Toruth drew
his robe to the side revealing an inhumanly large erection. With a wave of his hand,
Diana felt her legs bend at both the knee and hips until she was hovering in the air
in an obscene spread position with her cunt exposed and vulnerable. With an inward
tugging motion of his hands, Diana lowered down onto Toruth’s cock, stretching her
precious sex on him. She cried out at the sharp pain of invasion by his huge tool.

Diana was blessed with an amazing healing power, as was Tina. It was what kept their
youthful good looks across the centuries. This ability carried into their vaginas,
so that by the next day after sex, their sheaths had shrunk and their hymens
regrown. Unless they fucked all night, they woke up a virgin every single day.
Diana found few men to be worthy of her sexual attentions, and even fewer able to
pleasure her. For her, sex was a rarity, making her pussy extraordinarily tight.
Toruth had to wiggled his pelvis and hump violently just to get it to fit. Finally
she felt his uncircumcised manhood press against her cervix just has her weight
settled onto his hips. Inexplicably, she exploded in orgasm at that very moment, her
first orgasm in countless decades.

Toruth smiled triumphantly. It felt powerful to rape the daughter of his enemy, to
see her eyes roll back with orgasm with him inside her, to feel her squirm with
pleasure at his ministrations. He waited until she calmed down, then took up a
regular thrusting into her. Every time she came, he stopped thrusting until she
calmed down enough to focus her eyes on his, then he resumed. After about a dozen
cycles of this, he thrust harder, more urgently until his shot his load into her,
grunting with satisfaction. He would have loved to have impregnated the daughter of
his enemy, but it would not happen. The spawn of gods and humans were perfect in
nearly every way, except one. They were always reproductively sterile.

Toruth stepped back and surveyed his work. His erection remained hard and proud for
the rest of the time he spent with Diana. After a few more moments savoring the
pleasure of Wonder Woman’s rape he stood and held his hand over Diana’s magic rope.
It leaped up into his grip. He approached Diana again. Taking one end, he wrapped it
around one wrist and pinched it where the end looped. The small piece separated from
the main length and the ends of the loop joined together seamlessly around her
wrist, making a simple golden bracelet. He repeated that on her other wrist, and
then her ankles. She now wore loops of golden cord on all four limbs.

For over two thousand years her magical rope had been indestructible, never fraying
or stretching. Yet Toruth had severed it with a pinch of his fingers. He pinched off
another short piece several inches in length, winding it around a finger to hold it.
Then with a wave of his hands and a wagging of his fingers, the remainder of the
rope began to weave around Diana’s neck. The rope wove into itself again and again
making a complex braided choker around her throat. The choker extended up her neck
and draped down in an intricate curving vee extending to the tops of her breasts.
Toruth lifted the giant ruby from Diana’s crown and fixed it at the bottom of the
vee. She now wore the brilliant gem hanging down in her cleavage, drawing your gaze
right at her marvelous tits.

As the two ends merged Diana felt as if something was touching her. But not on the
outside, on the inside, in her mind. This is what her captives felt like when she
lassoed them. All these years and she had never once had the rope used on her. There
was no pain, no fear, just peaceful feeling of compliance and trust, mixed with
obedience and dependence. No, not dependence. More like, … subordination. Yes, that
was it. She felt subordinate to the will of whoever was holding the short remaining
fragment of her golden rope. Her own will, her entire persona remained fully
developed inside her. It was simply overwhelmed with a new persona that totally
controlled the original. Diana was filled with a feeling of belonging to Toruth. She
felt like property, and it felt … good. So this was why her captives always remained
docile and friendly after the lasso was removed.

Toruth held up the remaining fragment, “Now, what to do with this little piece?
Tina, come here. Take off your clothes.” Tina shed her scandalously small dress.
“I’m giving you to my Tina as a gift. My only problem is deciding where to place
this piece.” He gave the piece of rope to Tina and instantly Diana felt her
obedience shift focus. She now felt subordinate to Tina.

Tina held the fragment up to her forehead. “tell me Di, should I wear it here?”
Diana felt her obedience change in character, as though her mind was being met and
controlled by another mind, equal to her own.

Tina held the piece to her heart, and Diana felt a flood of love for the fellow Amazon.

Tina playfully draped the piece of rope over her upper lip. “How about here?” Diana
heard her words and they flowed through her entire psyche like the strings of a
great orchestra.

Then Tina held the small fragment between her legs and pressed it against her pussy.
“What about here?” she asked.

Diana experienced a surge of sexual energy that flowed out from her pussy and
saturated her entire being. A raw animal urge to fuck consumed her. But it was more
than just being horny. She still felt subordinate to Tina, who held the golden
fragment. It was as if her sense of self worth was defined by Tina, and right now
that definition revolved around sex. Diana knew her very reason for living was to be
an extension of Tina’s aberrant sexuality.

“Yes, Father. I want it here.”

Toruth smiled, “Perfect. Just the kind of perversion I would like to see visited
upon Nimor’s only child.” He had Tina sit up on the workbench and lift her legs. She
draped the short length of cord down the center of her cunt. It was just long enough
to reach from her well-developed clitoris all the way down past her asshole. Toruth
stepped close and cupped his hand over Tina’s crotch. He pulled his shoulders back,
arched his back, looking up, focusing his god-powers for a moment and then relaxed.
As he stepped back, the small piece of cord was gone. Tina’s puffy cunt, her
asshole, and her clitoris all glowed with a fading golden energy. The controlling
fragment had been permanently merged into Tina’s sex. The implication was obvious.
As long as the golden rope remained around Diana’s neck, she would be owned and
controlled by Tina’s pussy. Seamlessly woven as it was of indestructible material,
she would not be able to remove her new necklace. Ever. Diana would be Tina’s sex
toy for a long, long time to come.

Toruth gave his daughter a fatherly hug. “Enjoy your new possession, my beautiful
earth-daughter. I will return from time to time to partake in the debasing of your
private slut.” Toruth stepped up to Diana. He pointed his cock at her, stroked it
several times, and came again, coating her face, tits, abdomen, and crotch with
thick strands of gooey come. He let out a deep belly laugh and vanished into a swirl
of smoke.

The blue light around Diana faded and she settled softly to the ground lying on her
back. Her legs were still raised and bent in a sexual submission pose. Diana’s right
hand slipped between her thighs and started stroking, her fingers and pussy slick
with Toruth’s seamen. Tina stood tall, looking down at what had been delivered to
her feet: the great and powerful Wonder Woman, naked, horny, writhing, masturbating,
whimpering with need, begging … to be used.

Tina grinned and nodded her approval.

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That was how it went that day that changed her life. Diana was still horny 84 years
later, but couldn’t do anything about it right now. Wonder Woman really had to go to
work today, there were several pressing issues that required her attention. She was
the boss, and could play hooky any day she wanted, or if she had to she could miss
work because of some new requirement from Tina. But she wasn’t going anywhere until
Tina woke up.

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The first five years were lost to Diana. She lived in a non-stop haze of sex. The
supernatural connection between the golden necklace and Tina’s hyperactive cunt kept
Diana horny every waking moment. Diana’s mind, body, and soul were reduced to an
expressive outlet of Tina’s supernatural libido. Diana rarely thought of anything
else except fucking. When she did sleep her dreams were all exotic sex themed,
weirder that her reality.

The merged fragment in Tina’s sex not only controlled Diana’s mind through the
necklace, it controlled her body through the four bracelets. Whatever Tina’s sex
drive wanted, Diana’s body did. It would perform the perfect dance without either
woman’s active participation. This was quite thrilling for Tina. She did not need to
explicitly visualize what she wanted from Diana. Whatever carnal debauchery her lust
conjured up, Diana acted out. The bracelets ensured that her body performed to her
superhuman best, and the necklace-pussy connection ensured that even the most
bizarre sexual activity was equated with a white-hot sexual pleasure that penetrated
to Diana’s very core.

For Tina, Diana became the perfect fuck partner, always acting and reacting in
exactly the way Tina’s hyper sexuality demanded, always becoming the flesh and blood
embodiment of her wildest fantasies. Sex between Tina and Diana always produced
endless orgasmic communion.

Life was simple for Diana, never needing to choose. All decisions were made for her.
She didn’t have to second guess if she was doing the right thing to Tina. She was
never too aggressive, too gentle, too quick, or too horny. Like Baby Bear’s
porridge, she was always juuuust right.

Tina discovered right away that she could have Diana to assume some pose and will
her to stay like that. She would remain in that pose like a statue until Tina
released her, another trick of the four bracelets. Tina liked to pose her in some
obscene sexually exposed posture, then piston a variety of phallic objects in her.
Or she would use the once powerful Wonder Woman as a human decoration, placing her
at various locations around their living quarters and leaving her like that for
hours, or even days. At night Tina regularly posed Diana before going to sleep.
Diana would have to sleep in whatever position it was, waiting for Tina to release
her in the morning. Thanks to her superhuman strength and flexibility, she could
usually be fairly comfortable no matter how contorted Tina left her. That was
assuming Tina didn’t have some bizarre sex dream.

Since the fuck-puppet link did not require conscious effort on Tina’s part, her
dreams were often projected directly onto Diana. When this happened, Diana’s body
acted out a mirror-like reflection of Tina’s dream, performing a duplicate of
whatever Tina’s dream avatar did. When the dream subsided, Diana was left fixed in
some new position. Since it happened while she was asleep, Tina wondered for the
longest time how Diana wound up in some of those weird postures in the morning.

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If only Diana could touch herself. If her hands were free, they would be working a
rhythm between her legs right now. Or better yet, she wished Tina would fuck her.
Desperate horniness was a constant state for her, part of her here-and-now reality.
Diana loved her life, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Time lost all depth for Diana. Her entire existence was defined in terms of sex with
Tina. No useful intellectual activity took place. Buried in there somewhere was
Wonder Woman; intact, robust, totally dormant. Days and nights were all the same,
months were unnamed, years uncounted, seasons came and went without notice. The only
useful thoughts that made it to the surface were how to fuck better, how to please
Tina, thankfulness for what she received, eager anticipation for what carnal
consumption might come next. Then Tina decided to expand on Diana’s experiences

For centuries Tina had used her seductive wiles to snare countless men and women.
She now used her fuck-puppet like control over Diana to extend her conquests. Tina
delivered a parade of new partners to Diana, who fucked whoever or whatever it was:
celebrities, politicians, prostitutes, railroad work gangs, captains of industry,
farm animals, circus freaks, school teachers, football teams, the entire staff and
inmates at the Westwood asylum for the criminally insane. Tina left her at the mercy
of Westwood for almost three months. Neither drugs nor medical grade restraints were
required to ensure her total cooperation, though some of the staff preferred her
that way. Every partner Diana fucked was entertained with sweaty gusto. No matter
how much abuse she endured, her supernatural healing ability kept her firm, tight,
scar-free, and horny for more.

When Diana was engaged with someone besides Tina, Wonder Woman was able to come up
for air. Not enough to have any measure of control over Diana, Wonder Woman was only
able to become self aware, to take stock of the situation. The nature of the magic
necklace kept her fully subdued. Once during a conversation with Tina the truth
serum effect of the necklace caused Wonder Woman to advertise her consciousness.
Tina quizzed her long and hard about her strengths and intentions. Wonder Woman
assured Tina of her complete submission to the necklace, her compulsion to be
truthful about everything, and her honest admission that even the Wonder Woman side
of Diana found the constant sexual arousal to be irresistible and consuming. Tina
was satisfied at that, but just in case she gave Diana / Wonder Woman a permanent
instruction to keep her fully informed of her intentions and any changes in her
ability to control any facet of her person. She only had to say it once and the
order became a permanent addition to Wonder Woman’s reality.

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Diana was in full on sexual excitation mode now. She was breathing fast and deep.
Her nipples were hard as steel. Her Wonder Woman clitoris, the size of the tip of
your thumb, was standing at attention. Her pussy lips were puffy, fat, and rolled
out to expose the tender inner folds. The pink blush of horniness spread out her
thighs and up her lower belly. She humped at the air, trying, … closer, …, there
were times when she could manage an orgasm without any benefit of touch.

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Comfortable that Wonder Woman was fully tamed, Tina decided to put her to work. She
had a superior analytic mind that should be able to make some money. It was late
1930’s. There was war in Europe and the US was destined to join in the fray. War was
expensive business. Why not profit?

Diana took the last name of Prince and formed WW Industries, a defense contractor.
For the purposes of running the company, Tina gave Wonder Woman near-full control of
her faculties. Diana starts by purchasing a small vehicle manufacturer that had gone
into backruptsy. Tina used her seductive skills on a banker to get a very favorable
loan term. Then Tina convinced a few key military personnel to award lucrative
contracts to WW Industries. The bank loan was paid off handily and Diana Prince was
the sole owner of the company. She never borrowed money ever again and never sold
stock. WWI remained an immensely profitable enterprise from then on. They branched
out into troop transports, munitions, aircraft engines, and battlefield armaments,
buying up 1930’s Depression ravaged companies at ridiculously cheap prices. By the
end of World War Two, WW Industries was becoming one of the largest companies in
America. Diana Prince was easily the richest woman in America.

Often WWI had to compete for contracts. As the business grew, the stakes got higher.
Tina was always willing to seduce whoever it took to make sure their bid would win.
She even took down a few competitors with her wicked ways, miring some company
president down in lurid scandal.

At one point it became necessary to capture the attentions of high government
officials. One US Senator in particular needed to be snared. Diana found him to be
as good looking as he was powerful. She accompanied Tina on that weekend in the
Poconos, the two of them showing the Senator the heights of pleasure and depths of
carnal depravity. After repeating that performance with a few more Senators and a
collection of Congressmen, they had the Legislative branch at their beck and call.
They now worked on the Judiciary, wrapping their legs around more than a few Federal
Judges. Administration officials proved easy picking. As yet, Tina and Wonder Woman
have not seduced an American President, although that handsome rogue JFK was awfully
tempting.

Now, comfortably ensconced in their country estate, hidden by layers of security,
protected by powerful friends and lovers, feared by enemies and allies, and tended
by obedient servants whose free wills had been sexually twisted into total loyalty,
Tina and Diana lived a life of opulence.

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Wonder Woman gave up. She was not going to get herself off like this. She needed
Tina’s help. “Tina.” she cooed softly. “Tina love, I have to go to work. It’s time
to get up.”

Tina cracked her eyes open and smiled. The musky stink of Di’s horny pussy greeted
her nose. Time to give her sexy partner what she needed. She stretched luxuriously,
then rolled up onto her knees between Diana’s legs. Tina regularly slept wearing a
strapon, partly so she could service Diana’s needy cunt as necessary, and partly
because it made her feel powerful. Tina drove it home in one thrust and smothered
Diana’s mouth with hers. Diana winced at the pain as it tore her regrown hymen, but
humped back within the limits of her pose. Tina released her with an unconscious
wish, and the two fuck-wrestled for a good half an hour. Finally Tina withdrew and
lay on her back. It was getting late and Diana hustled out of bed. Tina said “Di,
send in Jeffery, OK hon?”

Diana padded naked and barefoot down to the male concubines quarters, stuck her head
in the door, and called out, “Jeffery, you’re Queen awaits you.” Jeffery was on his
hands and knees getting reamed out by Micheal. They were surrounded by the other
men, still sleeping wrapped in each other’s embrace. The two disengaged and Jeffery
scurried off. He was already fully erect, happy to be the first concubine of the
day. Diana motioned for Michael to follow along.

The upper floor of the mansion had four main areas. The south wing was Tina and
Diana’s private suite where they normally slept together. No concubines at night,
that was their couple time. On the left and right were segregated quarters for men
and women. The concubine’s chambers had no doors, for concubines had no need of
privacy. During the day all concubines were expected to have free association sex
with all the others, but at night the men slept with the other men as did the women.
Instead of a bed, each chamber had a large raised padded platform where naked
concubines slept huddled together for companionship and group gratification. The
platforms were covered with easy to clean vinyl because fucking can get messy. The
north wing was a large open dressing room. It had a tiled shower area with several
exposed toilets, three articulating ob-gyn exam tables, mirrors on two walls,
closets for clothing, and counters for cosmetics, grooming tools and sex toys.
Everywhere one looked in the mansion, rare and expensive erotic art was tastefully
displayed. Well actually, a lot of the art was crude pornography, a fitting backdrop
to the normal sight of concubines scattered about copulating and masturbating.

Diana entered the dressing room with Michael close behind. Marsha, her personal
assistant, had everything ready for her. Diana’s clothes for the day were laid out.
Marsha herself was naked under a shower, waiting to bathe Diana. She had already
shampooed her own short brown hair and was freshly shaven from the neck down. Three
more girls stood ready to do her hair and makeup. Diana told the attendants to free
Bonnie, a busty blond with a sweet face, from one of the exam tables where she had
been since the previous morning and to strap Micheal down in her place. He became
today’s dressing room slave. Bonnie helped the others fasten Michael’s wrists,
ankles and waist belt to the table and stayed on to help prepare Diana. The girls
were free to do whatever they wanted to the dressing room slave, which was the
general rule at the mansion: any concubine found in bondage was fair game, no holes
barred. Most pieces of furniture in the mansion had inescapable leather cuffs
available for restraining one or more concubines.

Marsha had a soapy cloth in hand. This was possibly her favorite part of her job,
bathing with the gorgeous Diana. As her personal assistant, she got Diana ready in
the morning and accompanied her to work. She kept Diana’s appointment book and took
notes of meetings and conversations. She made sure Diana was impeccably groomed and
beautiful at all times. She shielded Diana from distractions and promoted
productivity. If the magic necklace made Wonder Woman too horny to concentrate on
some task, it was Marsha’s job to tame that flame, bring it down a notch. Her job
was to make sure Diana’s life worked like a clock. Marsha was the best personal
assistant Diana had ever had. Marsha gently swabbed every nook and cranny on Diana’s
lush body and kneaded shampoo into her thick black mane. The cream rinse made their
bodies slick and they spent extra time writhing against each other, licking each
other’s wet necks and faces, shoving their tongues in each others mouth, staying
under the shower head until their skin squeaked.

Marsha toweled Diana off and she lay back on one of the exam tables while Marsha and
the other girls made her up. They dried and brushed her hair, polished her nails,
and lay down just the right amount of makeup. They took turns licking Diana’s
radiant pussy. They dressed Diana in a skin tight knit dress that revealed the tops
of her chocolate colored areolas and scooped all the way down the back to the crack
of her ass, low enough to advertise her lack of underwear. The hem reached only
partway down to the knee, and open-toe fuck-me pumps decorated her feet. No
stockings were necessary because her bare flawless legs made everyone around her
think about that little slice of heaven tucked up between them. Since Diana owned
the company, she didn’t need to impress anybody with business clothes.

Wonder Woman regarded herself. Every mirror in the room reflected an image of a
voracious sex animal on the hunt. Who needed super powers when she looked this good?
She noticed the grooming attendants had coated Micheal from head to toe in shave
gel. One of them was unlocking the wheels on the exam table to roll it over to the
showers. Two were doing something unpleasant to his testicles with a bizarre
stainless steel contraption. Bonnie was wielding a flesh colored silicone cock and
balls. Other than being impossibly large, it looked and felt like a real erection.
She was smacking him on the face with it, ginning for some serious payback. Marsha
contributed by gagging the unfortunate Michael so he wouldn’t wake the rest of the
house.

Breakfast was fast and Diana and Marsha jumped into the limousine for the 45 minute
ride to work with Johnathon as their driver today. Wonder Woman tried to review some
files, but it was hard to concentrate with Marsha’s quick tongue flicking up and
down her pussy lips the whole time. They pulled into the underground parking at WWI
headquarters and parked in Diana’s private area. Johnathon climbed into the back
with the two sexy women without being told. Diana hiked her dress up and spread her
legs. Going commando speeded this up, Diana hadn’t worn panties in decades. Marsha
pulled Johnathon’s trousers down around his knees and positioned his apple sized
cock head at the opening of her employer's waiting folds. Diana wrapped her legs
around his hips, spurring him on as Johnathon proceeded to plow her hairy furrow.
Wonder Woman had work to do, but right now she was just as horny as Diana. Those
several orgasms that Marsha had provided on the commute were just not enough. She
needed some real cock to clear her mind. He humped hard and her body lurched in
response. It had to be a quickie, so she squeezed hard with her pussy, making it
extraordinarily pleasurable for Johnathon. He came after only twenty strokes or so,
and Wonder Woman came also. Just what the doctor ordered. As Diana and Marsha
whisked up to her office suite in the private elevator, Johnathon’s load of come
drooled down her legs. Diana savored the cool slippery feeling. She pressed her
knees together, working them back and forth, smearing his spew between her thighs.
Marsha could be counted on to give them a thorough tongue cleaning in her office.

-----

Jeffery was especially excited to be Tina’s first concubine of the day. Usually she
was still wearing the strapon dildo for the first several, but in his experience,
she was especially rigorous with her first. Of course Jeffery loved pussy, and there
was plenty of that around the estate. But there was something unmatched in how it
felt to be held down and ravaged by Tina. She was much bigger and stronger than he
and could toss him around like a rag doll. In his mind he reverted to a helpless
child, dependent on her mercy, addicted to her abuse, compliant with her every
demand.

Jeffery pranced in like a puppy dog, eager to please his owner. Tina threw him face
down on top of a pile of pillows which raised his ass up presented for her use. He
instinctively resisted, but with one strong hand on his lower back she pinned him in
place, turning his feeble squirming into playful writhing. She could tell his
asshole was already lubricated and stretched out from recent cock. The fat phallus
was still coated with Diana’s juices, so it slid in easily. Jeffery came
immediately, squirting his morning seamen onto the pillows. Tina recognised his
grunting for what it was. She laughed at him, inferior little shit. He was done, she
was just getting started. She wrapped an arm around his neck, cradling his head.
Then she arched her sturdy back, stretching his torso taught against her front side.
Jeffery’s eyes bulged as he felt the joints and tendons of his spine begin creaking
and popping from the stress. He would have screamed, but the arm clamped around his
throat meant only a low gurgle escaped his lips. It would be weeks before he would
stand upright or walk without pain.

-----

Diana’s first task of the day was a review of the clean room. They had been having
problems with yield lately, and had asked for her specific input. Diana strolled
around in the requisite bunny suit, hair net, booties, and face mask. The shift
manager explained the problems they were having. Wonder Woman listened intently,
absorbing everything she was told. She had designed half of the robotic machinery in
the room. At one point she held up a hand, forcing a pause in the conversation. She
listened,... something didn’t sound right. She stepped to a machine, listened more
carefully, looking closely. This machine pulled polished 8 inch wafers from a
magazine and fed them into a photo lithography chamber.

She motioned for the manager to lean in close. She spoke into his ear for a moment,
pointed, then strode from the lab. The manager shut down the machine, got a
micrometer from his pocket, and made some measurements. Sure enough, the feed
armature was stopping three microns short of optimum. The resulting shortfall would
cause a misalignment of the mask, perfectly explaining their current yield problem.
The manager shook his head in disbelief. She had diagnosed the problem with her
ears. Diana Prince might dress like a whore, but she had a mind like a steel trap.
That’s why he liked working here: Prince ran a tight ship, she paid her workers very
well including top notch benefits, and she didn’t mind at all if you stared at her
tits, as long as the job got done. It couldn’t be helped. Her outfits accentuated
every curve and dimple. That ever present necklace with its huge ruby pointed the
way. Plus she was so tall, her tits were at eye level for most folks.

-----

Tina strode out to the pool for her morning swim. She was wearing a micro bikini in
bright blue. It consisted of two small triangles held over her nipples with thin
straps and a matching g string bottom. The bottom was smaller than her thick golden
bush, which was spilling out the sides and over the top. Both Diana and Tina had
tried shaving their cunts at various times in the past. But as part of their
supernatural healing, their pubes grew back to uncomfortable stubble within an hour,
and were always fully regrown overnight. Tina and Diana left their pussies and
armpits in their natural hairy glory, but insisted all the concubines stay
meticulously shaven.

She slipped into the pool and started swimming laps. A few of the concubines
gathered pool side to watch. Her shapely athletic body was mesmerizing. To look at
her was to want her, to fantasize about the last time she fucked you. After several
laps she got lost in the activity and the pool lengths flew by. Effortless turns,
linked strokes; breathing hard felt good. Soon all of the concubines who had
gathered were either fucking or licking whatever hole was available.

-----

Diana visited Chet next. He was a geeky genius, who has been given his own lab in
the basement of WWI headquarters. He was allowed an unlimited budget for any
instruments, machines, or tools he wanted. Diana had recruited Chet right out of
high school, at age twelve. She paid for his education at Harvard, then hired him.
Chet was a awkward kid, tall and skinny, like 6 foot 7 and barely over 160. He had
red hair, freckles, and an over sized Adam's apple. Chet worked alone. He was one of
those divergent geniuses who problem solved in unexpected ways and found solutions
no one else could. Word was he had something exciting to show Diana today.

Chet held up a dish with white powder. “L-4 tryptane. You said you wanted 95%
purity. This is better than 99.”

“You did it! Unbelievable.”

“That’s not all.” he said, holding up another sample. “This is L-3 tryptane. Again
better than 99% pure.”

Diana looked at a table that had a collection of dishes, “And these?”

Chet was fidgeting with excitement, “L-2, L-5. I even synthesized L-7. And these
over here: G-1, G-2, Even G-7. All 99 plus.”

“G-7 tryptane? Are you sure? Some claim it’s impossible.”

“Absolutely. It’s stable, and the process scales up to industrial processes.”

“Chet, you may have revolutionized several industries: pharmaceuticals, cosmetics,
even agriculture. We’ll make billions with this.” Diana turned to Marsha hovering
nearby. “Be sure the corporate lawyers document all of this and start on the patents
today. It is close to lunch, deary. I will have the usual today, in my office. I’ll
be up in 25 minutes.”

Marsha turned on her heels and left. On her way out of the bowels of the building,
Marsha made two cell phone calls: one to the kitchen for Diana’s regular lunch
order, the other to Johnathon for him to meet her in Diana’s office.

Diana opened a drawer where she knew Chet kept the lubricant. She sashayed over to
Chet, pulling her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. “My boy, you’ve
made me lots of money before, but this is your crowning stroke. Tens of billions,
maybe even hundreds. That’s net profit, not gross. I told you what you would get if
you made 95% purity. You have earned every bit of this reward.”

Chet had been looking forward to this. He reached out with both hands and clumsily
squeezed Diana’s tits. She dropped her dress to the floor and presented her naked
lushness for his approval. She knelt down and unbuckled his pants and fished out his
cock, already at half mast. Diana gathered an excessively big glob of lube, worked
her palms together to distribute it, then spread it up and down is cock and smeared
it around his balls in gentle circular squeezes. She sucked hard on the tip bringing
him to full erection, getting clear lubricant gel on her lips. She rubbed the
reminder of the lubricant on her tits, shivering as the cool gel made her nipples
hard. Diana gave Chet a big kiss, smearing the lube onto his lips. She turned around
and bent forward over a tall lab stool, spreading her legs, wiggling her ass for
him. Chet’s pants gathered at his ankles, causing him to hobble as he stepped up
behind her. She guided his cock into her asshole and let out a moan of pure
pleasure. He pushed it all the way in and started pumping her frantically.

Diana pulled her cheeks apart and arched her back, pushing her ass out giving him
full root access. Chet had an exceptionally long thin cock, among the longest cocks
she’d ever had up her ass. He could reach places none of the concubines could get
without the uncomfortable stretching their fat cocks delivered. And he could stay
hard for a long time. Every time he dreamed up some new invention in his lab, she
treated him to anal sex. You normally think of it the other way around, but Diana
probably liked getting her ass reamed out by Chet more that him. She felt her heat
rising to overflowing.

Chet was in heaven. The richest, smartest, most powerful, beautiful woman in the
world was letting him fuck her in the ass. Not just letting him, The Diana Prince
was having multiple orgasms while he, Chet Barns, mauled her tits and sodomised her.
Those girls at Harvard wouldn’t even give him the time of day. Screw the bitches.
Where were they now? Bunch of skanky corporate whores and fat baby factories, the
whole lot.

Chet’s humping lacked any definable rhythm, but was still getting Diana off. A
thought formed in her sex addled brain, ‘Maybe I should bring Chet home to the
estate. We have dozens of back sides he could practice on. Turn him into an expert
butt fucker in no time. He could practice on my tight ass any time he wanted. Mmmm
what a splendid idea. Chet’s skinny cock whenever I want. Deep up my ass seven,
eight, ten times a day. Ohhhh, gods.’ That thought brought her to another shuddering
orgasm. She squealed and snorted like a sow in heat, adding to Chet’s entertainment.
Wonder Woman had to co-surf that orgasm all the way to shore before she calmed down
enough to remind slut-Diana. She dreamed that same brilliant little scheme up every
time Chet sent his remarkable tool up there. Alas, no. He needed to stay down here
in his lab and make them richer.

After half an hour, despite the genuine pleasure she was receiving, Diana told him
come inside her and pull out. Chet staggered back against a bench, exhausted. Diana
knelt again before him, grabbed his cock with both hands, jacking him off, keeping
him hard, placing little love kisses on the tip. “Well done, Chet. I believe it is
time for your quarterly bonus. What would you want this time?”

Barely able to talk, he said between gulps of air, “I’ve … been thinking … a blond
librarian ... would be fun.”

“Deal.”

-----

Tina gathered all of the available concubines in the main living room, those who
weren’t directly performing an assigned task or weren’t strapped down on some piece
of furniture somewhere. She called Jason to her side, and had him masturbate himself
to hardness. Then she called Eric to her other side, and had him masturbate also.
Eric and Jason were the two most well built of the male concubines, big
over-muscular weightlifters. Everybody knows a show is in the making. The concubines
all form small comfortable groups to watch.

Using a riding crop for visual effect, Tina directs the two studs in a furious fuck
scene. It starts with Jason laying back on a low padded bench with his legs pulled
up while Eric lavished long licks across his anus and balls. Jason flipped over on
the bench with his knees tucked under him and his butt high. Eric continues the
licks for a bit, then spits a big glob on Jason’s hole. Eric roughly jammed his cock
into Jason’s ass and fucked him hard, but only for a few moments.

Tina snapped his flank with the riding crop and had him pull out and stand there
while Jason turned around and licked his own shit off Eric’s cock. She made them
switch places and repeat the same activities on the other, only she makes Eric turn
around several times, switching ass to mouth, back and forth. Finally Tina made them
form a sixty nine and give each other some simultaneous deep throat until they both
came in each other’s mouth. The entire show was urged on with whoops and cheers from
the other concubines.

-----

Marsha left Diana and Chet alone, knowing full well what was up. Diana had used sex
as an incentive for Chet since half way through university, trading A’s on report
cards for trips to anal heaven. Diana would be delivering him a reward fuck soon,
his quarterly bonus: one week with some beautiful woman and the freedom to do
whatever he wanted to her. Two times Chet had requested Marsha for his bonus and she
complied. He did the weirdest things, some of it fun, some of it painful, most of it
just plain weird. If he asked for her again, she would comply. One week, no
hesitation, no questions, no regrets, anything he wanted.

Diana finished her business with Chet. Aside from his incredible dick, she found him
odd, but sweet and harmless. She walked the long hallway to the elevator smiling
absently, humming a soft tune on the ride, thinking about what she had just done and
how in an hour or so she’d be shitting his come out. She couldn’t shake the image of
his long cock sliding in and out of her rectum. That thought was wound around her
mind, wouldn’t let go, gripping tighter and tighter, taking her for a fantasy roller
coaster ride. Her right hand was now operated by an outside force. Wonder Woman knew
she was powerless. She didn’t even bother to try. Alone in her private elevator, the
necklace was in command. The great Wonder Woman was reduced to a delirious, sex
crazed slut, masturbating over the image of getting butt fucked by a geeky kid. Her
hand reached up her skirt and found her super-sized clitoris. She rolled it around
between fingers and thumb like a fat grape, squeezing and tugging. She had to keep
the anal sex with Chet limited. Too frequent and it wouldn’t be a useful incentive
anymore. If it were up to necklace-Diana, she would have her ankles chained to
Chet’s, left-to-left and right-to-right so she couldn’t escape, keep him hyped up on
PCP, let him have free reign over both holes. But Wonder Woman would never let that
happen. Killjoy. The elevator ride ended before she could complete that masturbation
sequence.

In her office she found exactly what she wanted for lunch. A platter with a light
meal for three was on the coffee table. On her desk was Marsha and Johnathon, both
naked. Marsha sat at the edge of the desk with her ankles perched on Johnathon's
shoulders. Johnathon had a grip on Marsha’s hips and was stand-up fucking her with
full length strokes. He had been humping heroically for over twenty five minutes,
and had shown admirable self control holding out for Diana’s arrival. He timed it
perfectly and tensed up with orgasm just as Diana came in the room. Diana picked up
a little triangle sandwich and nibbled on it as Johnathon slumped into her executive
chair. Diana whipped her dress off, walked over and sat on his lap. His still hard
cock slipped neatly into her fully juiced pussy. Jonathon was exhausted from the
rigorous fucking. Since he had just come his cock was softening, shrinking. No
matter, what Diana really wanted was splayed out in front of her.

Marsha still sat on the edge of the desk, leaning back on her elbows, her knees
pulled up, toes curled in excitement. Marsha had just been fucked hard, really
pounded like a teen princess on prom night. Johnathon was a strong lad with a big
porn-star cock. He’d given her several penetration orgasms. Marsha’s vaginal mucous
had been frothed into a thick gooey halo around her hairless stretched out cunt. It
was smeared out past her pussy lips and oozed down across her asshole. A puddle of
mixed sex juices had formed on the polished granite desktop. Diana sniffed deep. She
loved the stink and taste of a well fucked pussy and craved the the way creamed sex
juices coated her lips and stuck to her tongue, gums, and throat.

Diana started with a series of long licks up the center, each starting at Marsha’s
asshole and ending with a loud sucking kiss on her clit, keeping a steady rhythm
bringing her to a raucous orgasm. While Marsha calmed down, Diana licked the left
side of Marsha’s cunt clean, all the way out to the crease at the thigh, sucking in
whatever she could and swallowing it. Diana attacked Marsha’s center line again. She
got off quickly, and Diana cleaned up the right side while Marsha spun down. She got
Marsha off one more time, concentrating short quick licks on Marsha’s love button,
this time keeping Marsha at the height of ecstasy for an eternity. She then tongue
scrubbed the young woman’s ass crack, tailbone, and the cheeks of her butt. She
finished by sucking up the puddle of slime on the desktop, swallowing every last
drop. Johnathon had slipped out by then, but kept his hands busy roaming about
Diana’s tits and torso.

The three ended up in a tangled pile of naked flesh on the couch, necking, feeding
each other the platter of food, laughing at dirty jokes, bragging about recent
sexual exploits, whispering what they wanted to do next to each other with filthy
obscene language, stroking and caressing body parts (the other’s and their own),
hips humping in response, Marsha and Diana having small luxurious orgasms.
Everything Diana ate tasted like pussy.

Diana’s whole afternoon was consumed by a boring meeting with several divisional
chiefs. These men had assembled from around the world. This was the main reason she
had dragged herself in today. Slides of charts and spreadsheets, bullet points,
droning defenses of minor delays, video presentations of new business opportunities,
record profits. Wonder Woman paid keen attention and issued curt directives. Marsha
took careful notes. Diana zoned out in a sordid sexual fantasy. She had finally
moved on from perseverating over Chet’s cock up her ass and now found herself
obsessing over a new image: drinking from a river of come as it drained out of
Marsha’s able pussy while it was getting gang banged by a pack of inner city toughs.
Diana visualized her face in close to the action as all sizes, shapes, and colors of
cock slammed her assistant’s cunt, their balls slapping Diana’s cheek and nose,
licking each guy clean when done pleasuring himself at Marsha expense, then licking
Marsha clean, sticking her tongue as far up Marsha’s sloppy cunt as it would reach
and sucking in whatever come was there, getting her ready for the next cock. Diana
wanted to rub herself, but knew Wonder Woman would get pissed off.

-----

Tina took Sharon and Veronica shopping. The idea of trying on some new clothes was a
flimsy cover for Tina prowling for some fresh meat. They landed at the local mall
and started in the Victoria Secrets shop, taking turns trying on lingerie and
parading around the store shamelessly. Boring stuff, really. Tina tired of that
quickly.

So they tried the food court, had some ice cream, and watched the crowd saunter by.
That was where Tina saw what she wanted, a very healthy looking twenty something
woman. She was short, 5-2 at the most. She had jet black hair, dark Hispanic skin,
and an amazing pair of tits, so big they probably sagged down without a bra. She
carried just enough extra fat to be soft and inviting without being overweight. She
had high cheek bones and dark sultry eyes that screamed ‘fuck me!’ Tina liked
Mexican girls ‘cause they had such stinky pussies. She had to have her, to add the
girl to her collection. Tina followed the girl until she entered a trendy, upscale
shoe store. Tina had Veronica and Sharon distract the salesman with a girl-on-girl
kissing groping session while she cornered the girl.

The girl looked up at Tina, her large frame towering over her. Some small part of
the girl felt fear, but that was overwhelmed by an unaccustomed wash of desire. A
strict Catholic, the thought of two girls together had always disgusted her. Her
knees melted as the beautiful stranger wrapped her arms around her. She suddenly
wanted to please this woman, to never be free of the sexy embrace she was in. Tina
sealed her control over the new girl with an open mouthed kiss. It was done in less
than a minute. She held Tina’s hand as they walked out to the parking garage and
into the waiting limo.

-----

Johnathon drove the limo home. Diana and Marsha peeled off their clothes and held
each other close swapping saliva with sloppy french kisses. Diana got out a long
translucent red double dildo and the two shared it, pressing toward each other until
their pussy lips kissed somewhere around the middle of it. Diana’s cunt stayed so
youthfully tight that some two thirds of the object was forced up Marsha’s overused
pussy. When the limo parked in front of the mansion, the two girls stayed like that,
scissor legged, gently humping at each other for the longest time.

-----

Diana found Tina on one of the pleasure couches with an unfamiliar Mexican girl’s
face between her legs. The girl’s arms were laced behind her into a single glove.
She was carefully scrubbing Tina’s cunt with her tongue. Tina had a leg propped
disrespectfully over the girls back and seemed disinterested with what was going on
down there.

Diana gave Tina a big wet kiss and said, “I see you’ve collected another one. Where
did this one come from?”

“I picked her up at the mall this afternoon. I think her name is Maria. She has some
nice fat tits, but doesn’t seem to be catching on to the whole cunt-licking thing
just yet.” Tina used the heel of her foot on the girl’s forehead to lift her wet
face up away from Tina’s crotch, locking her gaze onto the girl’s frightened eyes.
“You will spend two weeks of tongue-training in the girl-concubine’s quarters. If
you cannot pleasure me after that, your punishment will be spending every night for
two months on your back shackled to the men’s bed. Then I’ll send you back to your
family. We will see if your little sister is any more trainable.”

On hearing this, the girl picked up her pace, trying her best to please, still not
understanding that Tina wanted quality, not quantity. Apparently looks weren’t
everything.

Tina looked up at Diana and sighed, “None of them fuck as good as you, Di. Dinner
will be ready soon. I think you should go visit the gardeners. I have kept them
celibate for a whole week and their balls are probably about to explode.” As Diana
turned to go, “Di, Honey, bring me back some.”

Diana didn’t need to return an affirmative response. Exactly what she was supposed
to do had already been downloaded: fuck the gardeners and bring back their come. She
was going to enjoy this.

Gordon and Jamal were two huge black men. They had been in the sun all day digging a
trench. They were drenched in sweat and smelled like stable animals. Years of yard
work at the estate had made their bodies hard. Days watching the other concubines
play but forbidden to join had made their cocks even harder. Tina had trained them
into a coordinated pair who could fuck a woman (or a man) like synchronized
jackhammers. Diana waisted no time, lying on the grass and taking Jamal missionary
style. They rolled onto their sides exposing Diana’s butt and Gordon rammed his
enormous sausage up her ass. They jacked her with perfect timing, crushing her so
hard between them that she could barely breath. Gordon’s pace suddenly changed,
becoming more urgent. He pulled out of Diana’s ass and pointed his cock at her face.
She opened her mouth as Gordon blew his oversized load of come. Her mouth quickly
filled to the brim, the rest splattered her face and tits. Moments later Jamal
tensed up depositing his equally huge load deep inside her Wonder cunt.

Diana pulled herself off Jamal’s cock and stood. She cupped her left hand over her
cunt, sealing his come inside. She resisted the urge to swallow, and ran to Tina
with a sort of knock kneed gait. Holding herself like that she looked somewhat like
a little girl who needed to pee, but was holding it in because the bathroom was
occupied.

When Diana arrived, Tina shoved Maria away. and opened her arms to Diana. Di knelt
over Tina’s midsection and pulled her hand from her pussy and bear down with her
vaginal muscles.. Jamal’s load squirted out onto Tina’s upper stomach. Diana gyrated
her hips and spread the spew all up and down Tina’s front side, then lay down on top
of her. Tina opened her mouth and Diana kissed her with Gordon’s unswallowed come.
Tina avoided swallowing also, and soon that full load had joined Jamal’s, spread
about the two Amazons.

They wallowed in the creamy goo, coating their breasts, bellies, crotches, and faces
with it. They then proceeded to lick each other clean. This took longer than
expected, and the kitchen staff had to delay serving dinner until they were done
grooming and had taken a quick shower.

At dinner Diana told Tina about Chet’s recent discovery and how it was going to net
them billions of dollars. Diana also recounted the excellent anal sex she had
received. She then reminded Tina that it was time for Chet’s quarterly bonus.

“And what did your little basement pervert ask for this time?”

Diana grinned. Yes he was a pervert, and that was part of why she liked him. “He
asked for a blond librarian. But this process he invented is so valuable, I think we
aught to give him two blond librarians for three weeks. Hell, he’s earned it this
time.”

Tina asked, “Do you think he knows how much his stuff is worth.?”

“I’m pretty sure he knows it is valuable. But all he cares about is all those
expensive toys I buy him and his bonus packages. That and he gets to butt fuck me
occasionally.”

Tina remarked, “This may take a little time, you know. First I need to find two
attractive blond librarians. I may as well do it right, so they cannot be just
average looking. They need to be really cute. Then I have to turn them into bisexual
sluts who have had all of their sexual inhibitions wrung out of them. They need to
be trained into a coordinated tag team who remains dedicated to the sole
entertainment of one person. And that dedication needs to be assignable. This sounds
fun, but what shall we do with them when the three weeks are up?

“We could have them move in here, or we give them Senator Atkins. We owe him a
favor. I guess it depends on how cute they are. Except we have too damn many
concubines around here as it is. It’s getting time to cull the harem, Tina.”

“OK, I’ll be staying at the penthouse in the city for a few days. Who should I take
along to help in the training.”

“I’d take the gardeners if I were you. They can well demonstrate how a matched set
can fuck. And they are fucking riot to have around.”

After dinner Tina, Diana, and a group of concubines gathered in the main living room
for the usual evening orgy. There was a smallish love seat there that bristled with
cuffs for limb attachment. Before long Diana plus seven concubines were all securely
strapped down to the undersized piece of furniture. They formed a fleshy spaghetti
sculpture of intertwined naked bodies with four pussies, four cocks, eight mouths,
eight assholes and eight testacles all conveniently exposed for unrestricted access.
Tina would have added more, but there wasn’t any more room. The remaining concubines
roamed freely about the sculpture, prodding, poking, stroking, licking, fucking,
never using any hole long enough to induce useful pleasure. The captives were all
blindfolded so each new attack was a surprise. The only attacker that could be
positively identified by feel was Johnathon, with his impressively large tool. Every
hole at the mansion was intimately familiar with that cock, including all of Tina’s
and Diana’s. The free concubines outnumbered the captives, so usually a captive was
on the receiving end of multiple attackers. If by chance a captive had no one
abusing them, he or she could feel those bodies trapped along side moving
rhythmically in response to some form of molestation. Tina occupied a nearby couch,
enjoying the show, and enjoying the capable black cocks of Jamal and Gordon.
Occasionally she would instruct that some concubine be released and another put in
his or her place.

Eventually Tina released Diana and inserted Johnathon in her place, his plum sized
balls draped across the bridge of some girl’s nose. Tina informed those who were
still bound to the couch that they would be spending the night there, if not a day
or two. She ordered all blindfolds removed so they could watch what was being done
to their neighbors. She sent the concubines to bed save Gordon and Jamal. She sent
Gordon off for a bucket and wash cloth to tend to the captives toilet requirements
as needed. The gardeners were instructed to continue serial raping the captives for
as long as they could stay hard. They were to concentrate their combined attentions
on one captive at a time. Any captive caught sleeping was to be chosen next.
Abundant slapping, spanking, and general roughshod abuse were to be delivered to one
and all. She fed them both a Viagra to make sure they stayed hard all through the
night. The sculpture now sported six throbbing cocks and two blushing pussies.

Tina and Diana retired to their bedroom suite. Diana placed herself in her preferred
position for the night. She felt that subtle phase change as her body locked into
position. Tina stationed herself between Diana’s legs and started licking Di’s
pussy. Diana knew she might be forced to have dozens of orgasms before she was
allowed to sleep.

Diana said, “Happy anniversary Tina. Thanks for showing me a life of pleasure.”

“And thank you, Di for giving me a life of leisure. The pleasure us at least half
mine. Here’s to hundred and eighty four more years.”

It was Wonder Woman who replied from the depths of her being, “Gods, Tina, I love
you so much. I want this to continue for a thousand and eighty four years. Whatever
happens, I will be your unquenchable sex slave for as long as I live.”

Tina grinned and nodded her approval.

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