WONDER WOMAN -- Live By Request, Ch. 7
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CHAPTER SEVEN
When the camera went off, Darrin turned to Stik. "Stik, I want you to
find this Scott Chaudhry. Do whatever is necessary, but bring him here."
"Can I entice him with anything?" Stik asked, figuring he had a good
idea where everything was heading.
"Lay out the situation. Give him time to prepare for what he wants to
do. Offer up to $500,000 for three hours of work. He won't refuse - it's
too enticing. But if he does, bring him in anyway. I want him HERE.
Understood?"
Stik nodded, grabbed Cap and the two Vampires headed out the door.
"Mr. O'Neill, you take over for Stik. Everyone else, be on your toes,"
Darrin said. Then he turned back to Wonder Woman, who was still leaning
against the wall with the lasso around her ankle. "Amazon, remove the
lasso, but remember who is in charge."
Wonder Woman obeyed, untying the lasso around her ankle and slipping it
off. She knew what she had done and was embarrassed beyond belief. Not
only had she pissed on herself, but also she had shared her inner-most
embarrassing dirty secret. She pulled up her briefs and readjusted her
bustier, trying to compose herself.
The guards were a lot more alert now after her thwarted rescue attempt.
She knew she probably wouldn't get another chance, so she leaned back
against the wall and relaxed, waiting the next, final humiliation of the
evening. Throughout the broadcast ("Gods, how humiliating," Wonder Woman
thought), Darrin had been saying there would be five requests. She had
performed four, so only one remained. Perhaps when it was done, the vile
thugs would release Kathy and she would have a chance to apprehend them.
After a few more minutes, O'Neill approached Darrin, who nodded curtly,
motioned for Wonder Woman to kneel beside him, then turned to the
camera.
"Gentlemen, our final request has come in so the bidding can stop,"
Darrin began. "However, this will take a few minutes to set up so I ask
for your patience. We will be back on the air in 30 minutes. Until then,
please enjoy replays of tonight's earlier events."
The camera cut off and Darrin retrieved the magic lasso and wrapped it
around the Amazon princess. "Now, Wonder Bread, I'm doing this just to
make sure you don't go anywhere. You are to stay put and not attempt any
escape or rescue, understand?"
"Yes," Wonder Woman answered.
---
Stik and Cap approached the address Wonder Woman gave for Scott
Chaudhry. It was 4 a.m., so it took a while for the accountant to answer
his door.
"What do you want?" the voice shouted through the door.
"Mr. Chaudhry," Stik answered, "we have a very, VERY lucrative and
rewarding opportunity for you. But you have to come with us now."
"What the HELL are you talking about," Chaudhry responded through the
door. "Don't you know what fucking time it is? Come back tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chaudhry, but this won't wait," Stik said. "This is a
limited-time offer. Trust me, you will want to take advantage of it.
Perhaps we could come in and discuss it?"
"No way am I letting you in," he said. "In fact, if you don't leave, I'm
calling the cops."
"Mr. Chaudhry, I sincerely doubt you'll do that," Stik answered. "But
what if I were to offer you $10,000 - right now - just to listen to what
we have to say."
Chaudhry's interest was piqued. "How do I know you won't hurt me?"
"You don't," Stik answered. "However, if we were interested in hurting
you, why come in the middle of the night and ask to be let in. We would
have waited until you came out. Trust me, this is a legitimate business
opportunity, but time is of the essence."
Chaudhry considered the options. Finally, he undid the locks and let the
two men in.
"Thank you, Mr. Chaudhry," Stik said, smiling. "Here is your money, and
there is a lot more where that came from. The only thing we need is 3-4
hours of your time. And, believe me, you will WANT to do this."
Chaudhry fanned the stack of bills Stik had handed him. He paused, then
faced the two men. "OK, you've got my interest. What is it you want?"
"All will be explained." And with that Stik began laying out the
situation.
---
After many minutes of preparation, Darrin and the Vampires were ready to
resume the telecast. Stik was not back yet, but Darrin had received a
call from him saying they were on their way with Chaudhry in tow.
"Welcome back," Darrin began. "The final request is a bit of a doozy,
but I think we've got everything in order. Our final winner of the
evening is the Sultan of Dubai for an amazing $100 million. Considering
the price, we will bend the rules a little. Earlier we laid out the
ground rules that there would be no death of permanent disfigurement.
The Sultan asked if we could hang her, but part of our plan is to leave
the Wonder Bitch alive to consider what she has been through. So we had
to decline, even though he upped his offer considerably.
"However, even we couldn't pass up $100 million for what the Sultan
settled for. Mr. O'Neill?"
O'Neill, a bulky man with wire-rimmed glasses, came before the camera.
His soft voice didn't match his large frame, but it was cold, the kind
of cold that inspires fear.
"The Sultan writes, `The Amazon whore has represented the ideals of a
society that despises its own people. She upholds the government of the
rich and corrupt. She is nothing but a sheep that leads others to
slaughter. Here in Dubai, sheep serve other purposes than the wool and
food they provide. They are a shepherd's lover on lonely nights. So the
first half of my request is for the Amazon to be mounted like a shepherd
mounts his sheep.' His second request will come later."
Wonder Woman was appalled. What in the world did they have in mind,
mounting her? Darrin approached and removed the lasso, freeing her from
its effects.
"OK, Wonder Bitch, get on all fours," he said. Wonder Woman looked at
Kathy, who was still well-guarded and got on her hands and knees. Darrin
then turned back to O'Neill and asked, "Would you like to do the
honors?"
O'Neill smiled and approached the superheroine. He unzipped his fly and
pulled out his penis, which was six inches flaccid. "You better lick it,
but I'll give you the choice."
"It's my choice? Then, no."
O'Neill shrugged and said, "Your choice." He then walked behind Wonder
Woman and, with one yank, jerked her briefs down her thighs. The sudden
coolness surprised and scared the Amazon. With quick reflexes, she
quickly leaped up.
"Don't," she begged. "Please, don't put your penis in me. I have done
everything you have asked, but I beg you not to do that."
"Resume your position," Darrin commanded, "or the trigger is pulled
again." She looked over at Kathy and noticed the gun pointed at the
pregnant woman's head. Wonder Woman slowly got back on her hands and
knees.
"Don't worry," O'Neill laughed as he moved behind the princess. "It's
not your pussy I'm aiming for."
"Then what …" Wonder Woman began. Suddenly she felt his cockhead
pressing against her sphincter and she understood. She wanted to run, to
flee the situation and get as far away as possible. For perhaps the
first time in her life, Wonder Woman felt fear. But she also knew she
couldn't leave because of Kathy. So she braced herself for what was
coming.
O'Neill put his hands on Wonder Woman's hips and felt her tense up. He
had done this several times before and the excitement of making the
woman wait was what excited him. He softly rubbed his cock head up and
down the crack of her ass. It made him hard. He was waiting for the
right moment.
Wonder Woman finally gave in to the suspense and turned around to see
what he was waiting on. When O'Neill noticed her dark hair begin to
turn, he thrust savagely inside her, plunging his now 10-inch cock
halfway in.
The cry of agony Wonder Woman gave caused many of the thugs to put their
hands over their ears. She tried to pull away, but O'Neill's hands on
her hips prevented her from getting away. He reached one hand up and
grabbed her hair, looking like a rodeo cowboy riding a bucking bronco.
Slowly, she calmed down and O'Neill picked up his pace. He began slowly
moving in and out, always pushing a little deeper each time.
When he got three-quarters of the way in, he leaned down and asked, "How
does it feel?" That was when he noticed the tears in her eyes. "Are you
crying?"
A camera quickly panned in on her face and saw the tears trickling down
her lovely face. Wonder Woman glanced up and saw it on the screen. It
wasn't so much the pain, although she hurt. It was the humiliation that
hurt worse. To be beaten by a supervillain was one thing. To be not
beaten, but dominated and humiliated by common thugs was too much. She
sniffed once, trying to regain her dignity, but the dick moving in and
out of her ass was a constant reminder of her situation.
"Ask me for the rest," O'Neill said. "I want to hear you say, 'Mr.
O'Neill, please fill my ass with your cock.' Say it!"
Wonder Woman glanced at Darrin, who merely nodded. She closed her eyes
and whispered, "Fill my ass with your penis."
"I didn't hear you," O'Neill sadistically said.
Louder this time, Wonder Woman said, "Mr. O'Neill, please fill my ass
with your penis."
O'Neill smiled, then said, "No, that's not what I said. Say exactly what
I said, bitch."
Wonder Woman grimaced, then said, "Mr. O'Neill, please fill my ass with
your … cock."
"My what?"
"Your COCK!" she shouted.
O'Neill pushed further in and, surprisingly, the virgin Amazon ass took
it. Slowly, granted, but she took it. Wonder Woman looked at the monitor
and saw O'Neill's belly pressed firmly against her ass, showing everyone
his cock was firmly planted inside her.
After a couple of minutes of O'Neill fucking her ass, Wonder Woman heard
some movement behind her. She tried to turn around, but O'Neill had a
firm grasp of her hair, preventing her from seeing what was going on.
O'Neill continued pumping in and out. She felt him stiffen, which she
knew meant he was about to cum. Moments later, she felt the warm sperm
move inside her. She nearly wretched thinking about the vileness of the
situation.
When O'Neill was done, he kept his dick in her ass. The humiliated
heroine tried to pull away, but he kept her in place.
"That was the first half of the Sultan's request," O'Neill said, his
voice quavering from a mixture of fatigue and ecstasy. "For the second
half …"
Two men suddenly grabbed Wonder Woman's arms and pushed her face to the
mat. She struggled, but they had the leverage and the strength of
numbers. Two other men grabbed her ankles and O'Neill still had her by
the hips.
"For the second half," O'Neill continued, "the Sultan wants to give
Wonder Woman a little reminder on behalf of the sheep of the world. He
writes, 'Although we usually brand the ears of sheep, for the Amazon cow
we will make one exception.'"
Wonder Woman then felt the heat near her ass. She looked in a monitor
and saw the branding iron near her rump. She tried to fight to get away,
but she couldn't move.
When the brand touched her skin, Wonder Woman screamed again.
Fortunately for her, she passed out.
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